Take your son to get married

Chapter 663 Qianchen Mighty 8
She smiled wryly in her heart, but her silver teeth clenched tightly, and the strength of her whole body rushed towards the long sword almost crazily, support, she is supporting, supporting, Bu Yanchen, wake me up, hurry up.

The power in the body was absorbed crazily, and the feeling of interference in the meridians came quickly, and her power could no longer keep up with the power absorbed by the long sword.

However, it can't stop, can't stop supplying power to this long sword, otherwise it will be turned into flying ashes immediately.

A trace of fresh blood flowed from the corner of her clenched lips. Mo Qianchen's blood-red eyes continued to extract internal energy from various parts of the body and the depths of the meridians, and enshrined it to the long sword.

However, it dries up, and dries up quickly.

The strength she swept out of her body was not enough for the long sword to resist those five people for 1 minute.

Damn it, she couldn't take it anymore.

The hand holding the long sword was trembling constantly, the surrounding ice and snow were melting rapidly, the scorching hot temperature became more and more turbulent, the white and clean skin almost instantly turned burnt yellow, and the blood energy after the meridians were burned and ruptured, melted away. The smoke filled the air.

A peculiar smell appeared in the cave, which was the smell of the body being burned.

"Shukuang, I'm really overestimating my capabilities." Mo Qianchen suddenly gave a wry smile as another stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

She overestimated Bu Yanchen's force value.

"Chenchen, Chenchen..." In the space, Iron Overlord almost cried out in horror when he saw this, pouring out all the power in his body almost crazily: "Here, Chenchen, I will give you the power , you put it away quickly, quickly..."

He didn't know if Mo Qianchen could absorb his internal energy in the space, but he had no other way, no other way.

"Chenchen, we will help you too." The spirit grasses in the space also emitted countless green, white and red auras from their bodies at this time, lingering in the entire space.

I don't know if it's the persistent obsession of the Iron Overlords or the space and Mo Qianchen's destiny. The imprint on Mo Qianchen's arm suddenly became hot, and all the power in the space poured out from where, towards Mo Qianchen. body is inherited.

"Buzzing..." At the same moment, the blood sword beside Mo Qianchen also made a buzzing sound, and the fiery red light shot directly into Mo Qianchen's hand, and the thick and powerful internal force that did not belong to any worldly power also followed Mo Qianchen's hand. Qianchen poured it into the long sword.

Continuously, united as one.

Mo Qianchen felt the power coming from all directions, and she was surprised and happy for a moment, they were all helping her.

Continuous power is sent out, but what she is facing is the five masters of Wuwutian, who surpass all the existences of the three tribes of Kyushu. Even if it is a hundred-year-old spiritual grass, how can it be their opponent.

Mo Qianchen watched helplessly as the spiritual grasses in her space began to wither, and as the peony flowers of the Iron Bawang turned half black, her blood sword began to tremble continuously, and the sudden pain in her heart could almost be compared to that of the Fengshu Kuangxue Waterfall. moment.

That is love, but today it is friendship, the relationship between master and servant, the affection that transcends species.

No, it couldn't, she couldn't let them all die.

They have been cultivated for thousands of years to become what they are today. She must not let them die with her because of her own reasons, no, absolutely not.

The hand holding the long sword was clenched tightly, blood burst out from the blade in an instant, and flowed along the blade.

"Never die." Never die, she fought with them, fought hard.

(End of this chapter)