Liu Qiankun is now like a doll at the mercy of others. It is very difficult to even bend his little finger. The Qingming Sword in his palm is like a greedy vampire, slowly sucking the blood around him. His originally red lips have turned pale.
color, the body felt chilly, and occasionally it would twitch mechanically.
Qionghong hugged his adopted brother tightly in his arms, and put a dragon's claw close to Liu Qiankun's back, hoping to transfer some spiritual energy to help him keep out the cold. Unexpectedly, a strange force surged out of Liu Qiankun's body to compete with it, and he forced himself to fight against it.
He was trying to push the spiritual energy that Qionghong had entered out of his body. No matter how hard he tried, he could not make any progress, so he could only give up!
Looking at Liu Qiankun's increasingly pale face, Qionghong gritted his steel teeth, his expression suddenly shuddered, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched a few times and asked softly: "Brother, I'm afraid the only way to survive now is to cut off one arm."
Save your life, I apologize for the offence, brother!" As soon as he finished speaking, a glimmer of light flashed on the lowered dragon claws.
"If my arm is broken, I would rather die!" Liu Qiankun squeezed out eight words through his teeth with difficulty.
"Alas!" Qionghong sighed, and the brilliance on his claws instantly dissipated.
His eyes slowly became hazy, and things around him began to blur. Liu Qiankun knew in his heart that he was on the verge of running out of gas. Even moving his lips became a luxury, and his eyelids became so heavy.
He wanted to sleep so much, but he was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, he would sleep forever... Finally, he slowly closed his dry eyes!
The body in his arms gradually became cold, and his tear-filled eyes could no longer hold any more tears. Qiong Hong burst into tears. The dragon heart that had been silent for a hundred thousand years was surging with turmoil, with regret and unwillingness, but
What's more is the deep guilt. Liu Qiankun's cynical smile lingers in my mind, and his witty words echo in my ears from time to time!
"Roar!" Qionghong raised his head to the sky and roared, and the pitiful roar of the dragon went straight into the sky. Suddenly, he put down his adopted brother's body, raised his dragon claw, and used all his life force to knock against the evil Qingming Sword.
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Choking...choking...choking...I don't know how many times I knocked, the dragon scales were broken, and the pair of dragon claws that could easily break even cold iron were scarred, and pale golden blood flowed out, but the green in Liu Qiankun's hands
The Underworld Sword was actually intact, only missing some rust stains.
Tick! Tick! The golden blood on the dragon's claws fell on the sword. After a few crisp sounds, it disappeared without a trace, leaving not even a trace.
Qionghong retracted his claws with a wry smile, picked up Liu Qiankun's still warm body and staggered towards the Beast King Mountain basin. The pale golden dragon's blood soaked Liu Qiankun's clothes.
Qionghong, who was filled with grief and anger, did not notice at all that the ancient sword that was close to his sworn brother's hand was flashing with a faint light.
Golden light burst out from the Beast King Mountain Basin, sand and stones flew up, Qiong Hong's claws danced wildly, and a large pit of one foot square was dug out of the stone platform in the center of the basin. This is where the Beast King Mountain's spiritual eye is, and where he is his sworn brother.
He chose the best place to bury his bones. Of course, he was determined not to let Liu Qiankun be buried hastily, but he came here to dig a hole by accident, perhaps to vent his grief and anger, or perhaps to commemorate his colleague Liu.
Qiankun’s first acquaintance!
Liu Qiankun's body lay silently next to the pit. His handsome face was covered with dust, which covered up the original pale color. The Qingming Sword in his hand fell to the side, shining brightly, and even the blade of the sword was light.
Vibrated.
Bang bang bang... The sword body trembled more and more, and a majestic liquid spiritual energy was transmitted from the sword body to the hilt, quickly poured into the Laogong point of Liu Qiankun's palm, flowed through the limbs, and finally gathered together.
In his originally empty Dantian.
Qionghong was still tirelessly digging the deep hole under his feet with his claws, not noticing the huge changes that had taken place on the ground. Little did he know that the spiritual energy in the Qingming Sword had already filled Liu Qiankun's Dantian, and it kept flowing.
The incoming spiritual energy is continuously squeezed and kneaded until it turns into a pale golden pill the size of a soybean.
The golden pill floated up and down in the Dantian filled with liquid spiritual energy, slowly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy into it. At the same time, Liu Qiankun's strong heart began to beat violently.
Bang! The hilt of the sword finally left Liu Qiankun's hand, and the ancient sword fell to the ground. Everything returned to calm. Only Qiong Hong was still working hard in the deep pit. He reluctantly gave up until bursts of water vapor emerged from the bottom of the pit, and jumped out of the deep pit.
pit.
Liu Qiankun's chest began to rise and fall slightly, and his breathing became thicker. At the first sight of Qiong Hong, his whole body turned to stone. He couldn't help but stretched out the back of his paw and rubbed his eyes hard. All the blue and black soil on the back of his paw stuck to his eye sockets.
It turned into a pair of out-and-out panda eyes...
With a flash of golden light, Qiong Hong came to Liu Qiankun in an instant. He knelt down and reached out to carefully brush the dust off his sworn brother's face. His movements were extremely gentle, a bit more meticulous than that delicate little daughter-in-law.
"Qiankun...Xiandi...Xiaoyao...boy..." Qionghong randomly called out various names that could be linked to his sworn brother in his memory. In the end, even 'Hunter' came out! Just to keep his eyes closed.
A good brother can open his eyes.
For a long time, Liu Qiankun's eyelids trembled slightly, and finally he slowly opened a narrow slit, looking at Qiong Hong who was shouting in confusion in front of him with a confused face, especially the pair of blue and black panda eyes, which made him even more stunned.
"Haha! Brother Xian, you finally woke up, wake up well, wake up well..." Qiong Hong's habit of repeating the end of words has not changed, but it sounded so cordial to Liu Qiankun's ears.
"Brother!" Liu Qiankun reached out and held the scarred dragon claws tightly, tears bursting from his eyes uncontrollably.
Friends can be all over the world, but how many people can truly be called brothers? After this incident, there is no longer any barrier between Qionghong and Liu Qiankun, and the two different hearts are forever connected.
Together, we share life and death, share the same blessings and misfortunes!
After being excited for a long time, the two of them slowly calmed down the raging waves in their hearts. Liu Qiankun looked at the gray Qingming Sword beside him with lingering fear, and slowly expressed the doubts in his heart.
"Brother, I seem to feel that the spiritual energy in the Dantian is so abundant that it is about to leak out of the body!" Liu Qiankun said in high spirits.
Qionghong looked up and down at his sworn brother, who was completely different from before, and was filled with emotion: This boy is so blessed! He never thought that a false alarm would lead to a great opportunity. Look at the faint expression between his eyebrows.
Isn't that crystal clear aura a sign of the elixir's initial success?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on the ancient Qingming sword lying beside Liu Qiankun.
Liu Qiankun also noticed the doubts in Qiong Hong's eyes, picked up the ancient sword at his feet, and handed it to him: "Brother, please give me a helping hand to evaluate this tattered sword. If it is really a magic weapon, treat it like a little brother."
I gave it to my elder brother to make a hoe, haha!" After walking around Guimenguan, he was in a good mood and even started joking with Qionghong.
Qiong Hong did not delay, stretched out his claws to hold the sword, and was about to bring it closer to take a closer look. Unexpectedly, the ancient sword suddenly vibrated violently as if it had come to life, and was about to jump out of Qiong Hong's grasp.
"Humph!" Qionghong snorted coldly, clasped his claws, and held the sword tightly. Unexpectedly, his palms hurt, and the ancient sword in the dragon's claws flashed with a blue light, and fell to the ground with a snap!
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Opening his claws, green smoke was rising from the pale golden dragon claws, and a burning smell came from his nostrils.
Qionghong smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "Brother Xian! Choose the master of the divine weapon. With Brother Yu's cultivation, I'm afraid he won't be able to control it!"
"Um! Are your 'hands' okay?" Liu Qiankun was most concerned about Qionghong's pair of pitiful dragon claws at this time. The smell just now was not unfamiliar to him at all. It was clearly the seven-mature steak!
"It doesn't matter! It only takes three to five days to practice, but this sword..." Qionghong was stunned, but the dragon claw hidden behind his back was shaking.
"Damn fire stick, what Qingming Qingdou's rubbish? Look how angry I am because of my elder brother!" After speaking, Liu Qiankun grabbed the ancient sword on the ground and swept it towards the big rock that was as tall as a person.
Boom! The huge rock shattered instantly, and the flying stone debris sprayed Liu Qiankun's face, leaving him with a gray face.
"Ahem! Bah, bah..."
After coughing a few times and hurriedly spitting out all the lime in his mouth, Liu Qiankun finally understood what it means to shoot oneself in the foot! He could only grin awkwardly at Qiong Hong, who looked stunned, and said fiercely
He threw the Qingming Sword in his hand into the Qiankun Ring, and thought to himself like Ah Q: Huh, I will put you in confinement for half a month, so that you, the evil fire stick, can reflect on it!