Chapter 118
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In an instant, the pale pink barrier flickered like flowing waves, as if there was a powerful force fighting against her.
She saw that blue spiritual energy freeze Xi Ying who was about to fall into hell in the air.
She was stunned for a moment, and her blood-stained eyes were filled with joy. She silently mouthed the owner of that spiritual energy, "Ling Xiu — —"
Was he here to save her? This was her first time feeling the layers of spiritual energy around him. This spiritual energy was warm and it made people infatuated.
Luo Qingchen slightly pursed her lips and a thin layer of mist appeared in her eyes.
She knew who that light blue spiritual energy belonged to and she knew who the person behind her was.
She slightly looked up with cold eyes. Her right fist was tightly clenched and her slender fingers dug into her palm, feeling a bit of pain.
"Pa, pa — —" The sound of a barrier breaking entered her ears. The light pink Immortal Barrier shattered like glass and the entire sacrificial altar was filled with a dazzling pink light.
Ling Xiu stood not far away, looking at the young girl in a pink dress on the sacrificial altar and his heart skipped a beat. She was surrounded by a light pink spiritual energy, like the most dazzling light under the sun. As long as she stood there, she could instantly light up his endless darkness.
He bit his lip and his eyes were filled with sparkling Liguang, as the blood in his body boiled.
There was no one in this world that could understand his current mood. This was not the so-called recovering something he had lost, rather it was the burning light that came from the darkness of despair.
This was a kind of joy that shook his soul.
The Sacrificial Spiritual Sword behind him was filled with a faint blue light. It was like it could feel the excitement in his heart, like it was pleasantly surprised to see someone familiar.
The Sacrificial Spiritual Sword shook and without waiting for its master, it flew in Luo Qingchen's direction.
The light pink Noble Sound Sword on the side seemed to feel another powerful sword qi and quickly flew in the direction of the Sacrificial Spiritual Sword.
Luo Qingchen slightly knit her brows. She flicked her sleeve and turned around, looking at Ling Xiu in the distance with her clear eyes.
At this moment, she suddenly understood what it meant to look at ten thousand years. It didn't matter if she was a mortal or an Empress Concubine, it didn't matter if she was weak and useless or had a high cultivation.
In his eyes, she would always be a confused little doll in Starry Hall who caused trouble.
In the sky, the two ancient divine swords collided with each other by a fraction of a millimeter. The Sacrificial Soulsword twisted its blade and brushed past the Noble Sound Sword.
It steadily stopped in front of Luo Qingchen. The sword tip was pointed downwards, and the hilt was pointed upwards. It slowly landed on the satin belt of her dress, and gently rubbed against it twice.
Luo Qingchen raised her right hand and the Noble Sound Sword suddenly stopped, stopping a few centimeters away from Ling Xiu's throat.
A breeze blew, and the pear blossoms swirled in the air.
Xi Ying was still trapped in the sky by his spiritual energy. She didn't know why he was saving her, she just knew that her heart was filled with coldness.
Luo Qingchen raised her right hand slightly, and the Qing Yin Sword instantly flew back into her hand.
"Today, I will take her life." She slowly raised the Noble Sound Sword and pointed it at Ling Xiu as she said in a cold voice, "This is what she owes me. If she can live on, she will no longer be related to me."
"Alright." He looked into her eyes and his lips curled into a faint smile as he said, "But you can't wear this face."
After saying this, he jumped into the air and his right hand suddenly swept across Xi Ying's face. There was the sound of flesh being torn apart that entered her ears.
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