The villain is whitewashed: the heroine regrets it

This sword penetrated deep into Song Xiuming's bone marrow, and he fell to the ground due to excessive pain, and the Dao pattern that could not be sustained by spiritual power disappeared like a strong wind blowing!

In the illusion, Li Yishuang raised her eyebrows when she saw this scene and said to Li Yishuang: "Congratulations, you are saved, but...be careful...to be confused..."

Lacking the blessing of the spirit summoning circle, Li Yishuang was like water without roots, and disappeared before she finished her last sentence. Su Xueru felt her body loosen suddenly, and she greedily took in the air, only to panic when she regained her strength. Realizing that the illusion had begun to collapse, she looked around the world in a panic, hoping to find an exit to escape.

The image of the hall in mid-air has disappeared, and the pedestrians on the road have also disappeared. The image is like a piece of lit paper, burning from a distance and burning to her feet.

When the last piece of land was burnt out, the whole illusion returned to the initial darkness. Su Xueru felt as if she had stepped on a brick and fell, all the way to the deep sea. The gentle sea water soothed her tired body. Exhausted, he fought Song Xiuming in the real world, and met Li Yishuang in the conscious world.

She felt that she was exhausted both physically and mentally. She slowly closed her eyes and wanted to sleep comfortably. In fact, she was also very frightened in her heart, fearing that she would sink into the darkness completely after giving up struggling, but in the end she couldn't. After overcoming the deep exhaustion, I fell asleep!
In the hall of the City Lord's Mansion, the disappearing Dao pattern scattered a little red light, flying across Song Xiuming's cheeks like magnificent petals, illuminating his desperate, tear-stained cheeks.

He stared blankly at the front, and those spirit weapons that he had searched so hard gradually lost their light and no longer functioned. Song Xiuming knelt down on the ground with a 'plop', covered his face with his hands in pain and sobbed: "Everything is over, She can no longer become the goddess Yishuang."

Outside the screen, Lin Xiao and others couldn't see the battle between Li Yishuang and Su Xueru in the conscious world. He said disdainfully: "A wild idea! Even if Cheng Xingdu didn't disturb him, he wouldn't be able to succeed."

As the daughter of the sword god Quan Dan, Quan Ning has read many ancient books in the family library. She analyzed: "Song Xiuming must have a little understanding of the soul-calling array, so he firmly believes that it can bring Li Yishuang back to life."

Ning Yao also echoed: "If you think about it a little bit, you will know that it is impossible. If this kind of thing that violates the law of heaven works, those dead ancient powers would have been reborn long ago!"

In the picture, Cheng Xingdu saw Song Xiuming, a big man kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly, and couldn't help feeling disgusted in his heart.

"Hehe...hahaha!" Song Xiuming laughed maniacally for a while, then slowly stood up.

Song Xiuming, who was in extreme anger, became calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He looked up at Cheng Xingdu as if he was looking at someone dead, "Why are you bothering me?"

Cheng Xingdu held his sword across his chest, looked at Song Xiuming vigilantly and said, "You were the one who touched my woman first, yet you still asked me why I bothered you?"

"So she is your woman!" Song Xiuming gave Su Xueru a sad look. The magic circle failed, Su Xueru could not become Li Yishuang at all, and was completely useless to him, even though Su Xueru and Li Yishuang looked exactly the same, and they were Li Yishuang's reincarnation , but in the eyes of a paranoid like Song Xiuming, if it's not her, it's not her.

The spiritual power of sword cultivators can only be used for offense, but Qi cultivators can use it to do many things, such as healing!

Song Xiuming put his palm on his waist, streams of aura flowed into his body like gentle water, and the wound that was pierced by Cheng Xingdu and penetrated into the bone marrow slowly healed.

Song Xiuming looked at Cheng Xingdu and the sword in his hand with pitiful eyes, and he asked proudly: "The lamb who is still lost, have you seen it? This is the power of Qi cultivation."

Cheng Xingdu hated Qi Xiu the most on weekdays, how could he hear such words, he snorted coldly and said: "It's a small skill, that's all."

Song Xiuming didn't say a word. He took a deep breath and slowly mobilized the spiritual power in his whole body. The surging spiritual power surrounded him like water vapor. It looked like a gentle and slowly shaking flame, which seemed to have no power, but when When the breeze blows, there is a crackling sound.

Cheng Xingdu recognized that this was a high-level skill of qi cultivation—spiritual energy spilling out. He thought to himself that he had met an opponent this time, so he quickly cheered up.

Song Xiuming touched it lightly, and the gold and silver wine glasses beside him turned into liquid. He was very satisfied with his appearance like a god of war, and he raised his head and said arrogantly to Cheng Xingdu: "Can you stop this terrible power?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes flashed. With a kick of his feet, he jumped into the air, and rushed towards Cheng Xingdu like a tiger descending a mountain. Dazed by the shock, he hurriedly dodges, but he dodges easily.

Cheng Xingdu himself was very surprised. Song Xiuming's realm was much higher than his own, but he was like a clumsy elephant, who had no strength but couldn't hit people.

The experienced Cheng Xingdu immediately noticed that Song Xiuming was seriously lacking in actual combat. Song Xiuming didn't seem to understand Qi Xiu's fighting style at all.

The result was just as Cheng Xingdu guessed, Song Xiuming changed from a sword cultivator to a Qi cultivator. Over the years, he has been cultivating hard. Can't touch it.

Song Xiuming shouted angrily.

Cheng Xingdu took the opportunity to laugh and said, "Is this the invincible qi cultivation in your heart? I don't think so."

Song Xiuming knew that he was cultivating hard, but he didn't know what went wrong until now. He looked at the surging spiritual power on his body in fear, "It shouldn't be, the moves that Goddess Yishuang used are not like this, where is this? Something went wrong?"

He was furious and fought Cheng Xingdu again, hoping to defeat him and regain his confidence. The two fought for hundreds of rounds, but Song Xiuming still couldn't beat Cheng Xingdu, but Song Xiuming couldn't do any harm to Cheng Xingdu even with his spiritual body protection.

The two were in a stalemate like this, and at this moment Song Xiuming suddenly took out the sound transmission stone and ordered his soldiers to come to the hall quickly.

Cheng Xingdu was shocked when he heard the words. Song Xiuming was afraid that he would be seen setting up the spirit summoning formation, so he sent the soldiers away ahead of time. He didn't encounter any obstacles along the way.

Hearing Song Xiuming calling for someone at this moment, Cheng Xingdu realized that something was wrong, and came to Su Xueru's side, picked her up and planned to jump out of the window to escape, but the soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion had already rushed from all directions and surrounded them.

Cheng Xingdu blushed and yelled at Song Xiuming for being a shameless person, and then rushed in one direction like he was sinking his boat, thinking that he could tear open a gap and escape.

But these elite soldiers in armor were like hedgehogs, leaving Cheng Xingdu nowhere to attack. Seeing that his attention was drawn to the soldiers, the sinister Song Xiuming secretly slapped him.

Under the cover of the night, the shadow of the palm left only a shallow trace in the air like a dragonfly splattering water. Cheng Xingdu didn't notice at all that when he was fighting with the soldiers, the shadow of the palm bit him fiercely on the back like a poisonous snake.