The Qianwang Bell was closed for a full hour.
No one knew how much pain she went through during this hour.
Ying Wuji blocked the attack for her, which made her feel extremely complicated.
The words "There should indeed be strong people, but it doesn't have to be you" still linger in her mind.
The moment the Ganwang Bell closed, she was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat. From then on, she was worried all the time that Ying Wuji might get into an accident. After all, Ying Wuque was too strong.
If it weren’t for the fact that Ying Wuji had his father’s incarnation in his body.
I'm afraid that the moment the Ganwang Bell closes, she will ask Taoist Qingxu to stop the game.
Even with this layer of protection.
She also wanted to find out what was going on inside very much. Several times she almost rushed to the platform to ask her father what was going on, but that would expose the existence of her incarnation.
finally.
The Qianwang Bell opened.
She endured the severe pain all over her body, staring inside, her heart in her throat.
Two figures.
One standing.
One lying down.
The one standing is... Wuji!
Zhao Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt exhausted all over and sat down on the ground with a thud. Sweat kept coming out of his forehead and he gasped for breath. His heart was filled with joy of surviving the disaster.
Taoist Qingxu said expressionlessly: "In the final match, the winner is Ying Wuji!"
Only then did everyone come back to their senses from their shock.
My heart was filled with disbelief.
What's going on?
Ying Wuque, who possessed the holy spiritual fetus and the body of Emperor Zhuanxu, actually lost?
Is there some shady plot behind this?
Zhao Ji did not give them a chance to question him, and said loudly: "Imperial Physician! The prince of Gan State is seriously injured, you must treat him immediately. If anything goes wrong, you will be held accountable!"
"yes!"
The imperial doctors were panic-stricken.
He hurriedly ran into the formation and hastily carried away Ying Wuque, who was still breathing heavily.
You're really sick!
The person beaten by the Prince Consort.
If there is any problem, you can ask us.
Ying Wuji dragged his extremely weak body, his eyelids lifted, beheading an incarnation, just like beheading half of his life. Just now he could still force himself to drink, but now he just wanted to have a good sleep.
He forced himself to ask, "Master, can you give me the Han Guang Sword?"
"Of course!"
Taoist Qingxu smiled slightly, put his fingers together to form a sword, and a stream of clear air shot out from his fingertips.
It broke through the air and merged into the source of the Hanguang Array - the crack in the sky.
The next moment.
A sword chant was heard from the other side of the crack.
Points of light suddenly rose from the ground of the Hanguang Array, which seemed to be the scattered sword intent from every game.
The light spots flew up and all flew to the other side of the crack.
Then.
The Hanguang formation completely dissipated.
The cracks in the sky also slowly healed.
Just before it was completely healed, a faint sword shadow broke through the air and directly penetrated into Ying Wuji's Tianling acupoint, and then merged into his body.
From beginning to end, no one could see what it looked like.
It cannot be seen when you look at it, and you cannot know what it touches when you move it. It is boundless and indistinct, and it passes through things without the things noticing it.
this!
It’s Han Guang!
Ying Wuji touched his head and found no cracks, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He only felt that his whole body had undergone a drastic change, as if it had merged with something.
I had already accumulated seven-digit military sacrifice points.
In just a moment, his fusion with the Hanguang Sword reached the seventh level.
One man, one sword, so friendly.
This kind of intimacy is almost instinctive.
At the moment of fusion, Ying Wuji noticed that there seemed to be an extremely powerful creature in the distance watching him.
This creature.
It was extremely similar to the feeling that the Han Guang Sword gave him.
A sword spirit containing lightsaber?
Is he still around?
This feeling only lasted for a brief moment and then disappeared.
Ying Wuji had a feeling that the spirit of the Han Guang Sword was just losing control of its mind because it saw how quickly he had merged with it. Even if he focused his mind, it would not be possible for it to leave immediately.
"Wuji!"
The moment the Hanguang Formation disappeared, Zhao Ning staggered over.
She supported Ying Wuji, feeling his weakening blood, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Ying Wuji pulled the corner of his mouth: "It's no big deal!"
He really wanted to rush over and coax the sword spirit over.
After all, Han Juan said that the Hanguang Sword Spirit is a powerful being at the level of Enlightenment Realm. If he were to trick him over, wouldn't he be able to ascend to heaven directly?
What a pity.
My body won't allow it.
Besides, there are countless things waiting for me.
Wu Lie will come to visit because of Wu State’s affairs.
Jiang Leqing is still imprisoned in the basement of the Prince Consort's mansion.
Nangong Yu’s straw puppet is still waiting to meet his orthopedic sister.
Xiao Bideng was lying in the Imperial Hospital.
The old bitch is sharpening his knife in the dark.
Even my father-in-law didn't know what he was thinking after seeing my strength.
There is so much to process.
Not to mention a sword spirit.
Even if there were ten sword spirits, he wouldn't have the time to look at them.
His head tilted.
He fell directly into Zhao Ning's arms.
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