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Chapter 626 Sword Cultivator's Wife Is Of course A Sword
Having no time to think about other things, Ning Ning looked at the red bird flying over and shouted loudly: "Run!"

He ran obediently, but as a six-year-old child with short legs, he didn't run very far at all, and fell to the ground again when he was hit by a blast of air.

Seeing the red bird flying directly towards him, Ning Ning used the little spiritual power left, and the sword flew out of the boy's hand, blocking the boy in front of him, resisting the attack of the red bird.

But Ning Ning could only block this one time, the sword body was hit by the impact of the red bird's wings, and fell in the distance.

"Your Highness Princess!" The boy got up and ran towards the direction where the sword fell, without even noticing that the red bird behind him had opened its mouth full of flames towards his back.

Ning Ning, whose spiritual power was exhausted, couldn't move at this time, and she didn't even have the strength to make a sound. She could only worry in her heart, and couldn't bear to see the boy she managed to save be buried in the flames.

Just at the very moment, a sword light struck from the sky, the sword light passed through Chiniao's body, Chiniao let out a mournful cry, and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a fairy-like old man in white clothes came with a sword. His feet landed on the ground, and several sword shadows were raised with his sword. It's the soul flying away.

Without any resistance, this monster has been physically transcended.

The old man in white put away his sword. He turned around and looked at the boy who picked up the sword on the ground and held it in his arms.

The boy didn't seem to know that he had just escaped from the dead gate, and kept shouting at the sword in his arms: "Your Highness Princess... Your Highness Princess... are you asleep?"

The old man has seen people with strong winds and waves, and he has seen many weird-tempered cultivators in the world of cultivating immortals, but he has never seen anyone who can call a sword a princess.

The old man walked over and asked kindly, "Son, are you not injured?"

The boy raised his head and said worriedly, "His Royal Highness is injured."

He felt that if Her Highness the Princess stopped talking, she must have been injured.

The old man glanced at the sword held in the child's arms. The blade was gray-brown like rust, with cracks appearing on it, and he could not feel the slightest aura from the sword.

Maybe it's just a scrap sword that this kid picked up somewhere.

The old man said tactfully: "This sword is only broken because of being too old. Don't be sad."

But the boy still held the sword and refused to let go. He said stubbornly, "Your Highness will be fine."

Although I don't understand why the child gave the sword such a special name, but this does not prevent the old man from becoming interested in the child, "Why do you care so much about this sword?"

"Because Her Royal Highness is my friend."

This answer made the smile on the old man's face a lot gentler. Their sword cultivators valued nothing more than the sword. To be able to save a child who loves swords is not a matter of fate.

The old man stroked his white beard and said with a smile, "I'm Immortal Jinghui Daoist, I don't know what to call you?"

He looked at the old man in confusion.

Master Jinghui had an epiphany, and changed the way of asking, "What's your name?"

"Wang Ergou."

"It's such a simple and innocent name."

This sounded like a compliment to him, and the boy showed a blank smile.

Master Jinghui glanced at the ruined house on the other side. He slightly raised his hand. The fire there was extinguished, but only some charred beams remained in the house.

(End of this chapter)