Chapter 837 (1/2)

Purple clothes can not see the most Xiao Xi tears, Phoenix eyes heavy, inadvertently flashed a touch of heartache.

Is he afraid of death?

I'm not afraid.

After living so long, there was no big difference between life and death for him.

If there is no attachment in this world, the only attachment is the little disciple in front of me.

Because of her appearance, his life will not be so boring, just have a trace of expectation and wonderful.

Seeing Xiao Xi, she cried and begged him again.

Ziyi's heart seemed to be pinched by something, and she felt painful. She wanted to reach out to wipe her tears, but she couldn't do it after all. The speed of the crying blood knife in the soul array was getting faster and faster. If he stretched out his hand, he was afraid that he could not help her dry her tears, he would be cut off by the bloody knife.

For the purple clothes who saw through life and death, he was not afraid that his fingers would be cut off, but he couldn't help but care that Xiao Kui would be miserable and sad.

”Master...”

Xiao Xi yelled at him in a hurry and pain. Her hands holding the sword of Tu Hao began to shake slightly. The strength of the array soul was too terrible. Xiao Xi didn't regret coming in, but she regretted that when Ziyi came in instead of her, she didn't hold Ziyi in time.

Don't wait for Xiao Xi to finish roaring.

Purple clothes suddenly out voice way: ”good, for the teacher depends on you.”

Xiao Xi's expression was stiff for a moment. Suddenly, she thought she had heard something wrong. The bloody knife would not give her too much time to think about other problems. A sharp blade came. When she felt it, the sharpness was close to her ear.

Xiao Xi suddenly regained consciousness. When she was about to escape, purple light flashed in front of her eyes. When she saw clearly, the hand stretched out by Ziyi became a fist, and blood flowed down from his palm.

It's not a drop, it's a stream.

Shocking flow.

Now.

Feng Ling ran also felt a pain in the palm of his hand. He took a look at Xiao Xi's direction, and then put the purple clothes to protect Xiao Xi by pinching the sobbing blood knife into his eyes.

Feng Ling Ran's black eyes flashed cold light, and her thin lips were like knives, with a cold air.

When the remnant soul came in, he called purple clothes to return to the body, so that there was a chance of winning.

I didn't expect that.