I Am a Magic Sword

Chapter 575: I'm not crazy

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"Chen Ruoyan should have recovered from injury?"

"It must have recovered. Do you think that the blood-stained door is just a display? Changed us as casual martial artsmen. It was good luck to suffer from that kind of injury. It would be good luck to die. !"

"But even if she came to power, her strength should have dropped a lot. Look at her face and compare with Dai Ye's competition. The blow to her should not be small. It depends on whether the remaining people can seize the opportunity. "

"Yes, that woman is actually quite terrible. She lost one leg and one arm and didn't even say a word. When she was penetrated by the walking dead, she didn't have any expression...if it wasn't for the walking dead. , Dai Ye may not necessarily win!"

"..."

"In other words, what's wrong with Chen Ruoyan's face? There is a wound under his left eye, as if it was scratched..."

"Huh, really... what is the red thing under her eyes?"

Qing Yan stands alone in the ring, waiting for the opponent.

Chen Hao was quite upset: "When your opponent comes over later, you have to teach him hard, he will let you wait so long!"

"Ok!"

Chen Hao looked at Qing Yan differently. He thought that Qing Yan would not care about him.

"You are a little strange today!"

"Well, thank you Lord Jianling for what happened in the ring last time!"

Chen Hao was silent for a while: "...Only this time, let's not take an example. If you die next time, I won't control it anymore!"

Qing Yan is the thirty-fifth sword master of the Red Blood Sword and the first sword master he rescued.

He didn't know why he wanted to help Ye Qingyan block Dai Ye's sword.

In the ring, that kind of irrational performance is more than guilty!

"I know!"

Qing Yan lowered her head.

In the sixth match, the light-faced performance was crazy. Even the referee and the audience felt her violent killing intention!

If her opponent didn't respond quickly enough, she was cut off with a light sword.

The referee helped the light-faced opponent with the last sword.

However, Yan Yan was only taught a lesson, because everyone saw more, it was too extreme when Qing Yan’s opponent called “surrender”, her sword could not be recovered.

After getting off the ring, Qing Yan casually found a blood disciple to ask Dai Ye about the situation, and learned that Dai Ye took out the walking dead and crushed his opponent. After having successfully left, he could only return to the tent. .

She actually just wanted to see it again.

She sat on a chair in the tent, took out the guzheng, just strummed a string, and put the guzheng back into the space ring.

She pulled out the red blood sword again, wiped the blood red sword body of the red blood sword with animal skin, and stopped immediately.

Chen Hao thought that he could enjoy his careful maintenance!

He could see that Qing Yan was in a state of anxiety.

"Want to find Dai Ye?"

"It's not the time now!" Qing Yan walked back and forth in the small tent, and then simply rubbed his hair with his hands on the bed, rubbing his clean and soft long hair into a messy chicken nest.

"It's really not the time!"

Chen Hao was lighter than Han Yan and he understood the strength of the contest in the Southern Region.

There are now nearly a hundred realm powerhouses in the realm, not even one of the top realm powerhouses. If you want to find trouble for the corpse, you must first pass the level of Nie Liqun and the corpse force.

In the ring, she is the top genius in the South Region, the strongest in the world.

But under the ring, she is a ants.

This is not where she can come.

She fiddled with the red blood soft sword, and with a click, the red blood sword broke into thirty-four bars.

The whip sword, like a snake, slowly wrapped around the light and petite body fourteen times from top to bottom. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. The sharp blade cut her skin inch by inch.

Clothes soon infected with blood.

Chen Hao looked at Qing Yan silly, wondering what she was doing...

She threw the hilt against the main beam at the top of the tent, and the piece of the hilt wrapped around the main beam. After slowly shrinking, she lifted Qingyan upright.

The whip sword tightened again, and blood flowed from countless wounds on her body, flowing down her body to her beautiful neck, then down her face, down her long hair, and fell to the ground.

With a wooden face, she looked at her eyes, her body swinging back and forth in the air.

It's like swinging.

Chen Hao didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say.

He saw the wound healed on Qing Yan's face, saw the blood-red teardrop under his left eye, saw her godless eyes gradually become blood-red... Then she slowly closed her eyes.

Since the body of seventeen appeared again, he noticed that the lightness was wrong.

How did the body of the seventeen appear in the Southern Territory? This matter is indeed very strange, but Chen Hao did not explore the idea of ​​what happened.

As a sword spirit with a red blood sword, Chen Hao actually has little curiosity.

Even if there is, it is almost worn out.

For him, curiosity is too strong, it is a kind of torture.

He is like a mollusk. He has been kept in a shell for a long time. In order to adapt to the shape of the shell, his body has been completely deformed.

"Master Jianling, is this the curse you said?" I don't know when, Qingyan opened her pale red eyes and asked in a low voice, "I used to think that the so-called curse is just a rumor..."

"Not quite sure, but I reminded you..."

"Can't you control it?" Qing Yan asked again.

Hearing Qing Yan's doubts, the red blood sword's body shrank fiercely, and Qing Yan mumbled, and the blood on the ground gathered into a small puddle.

"Do you think I want to see seventeen again?"

"Master Jianling...you seem to be angry!"

"Uh……"

Chen Hao was silent.

Qing Yan continued to ask: "Can you loosen it a bit? Lord Jianling, you hurt me!"

Red Blood Sword gradually loosened, slowly putting her light face down, her head hitting the ground directly.

Qing Yan whispered: "Wait, don't put me down!"

Chen Hao asked curiously: "Does it hurt? Or do you enjoy the feeling of being cut by more than thirty blades?"

As the sword spirit of the Red Blood Sword, Chen Hao is very clear that almost all of the thirty-four sword pieces are cut into the light-faced flesh. Although they have avoided the vital position, the ordinary people simply cannot bear the pain.

This was originally a form of torture.

"It hurts! But only then can I calm down!" Qing Yan's eyes lost focus. "You know, what do I want to do now?"

"know!"

"But my reason tells me... it won't work now, it won't work now, isn't it time... do you understand this pain? My heart is like being burned by fire... do you understand this feeling?"

Chen Hao understands the light feeling.

When he was just put into the red blood sword, he couldn't move, he couldn't talk... He also wanted to die... especially at dusk and midnight, the terrible anxiety, crazy speculation, boundless hatred... almost Didn't drive him crazy...

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