After passing through the book, Master must work hard to achieve the ending of be

Then, a slightly childish voice sounded.

"I can finally come out!"

Just after he finished speaking, the voice seemed to suddenly discover something: "Holy shit, Song Huaiqing, are you going to die?!"

"No, no, you can't die. If you die again, you will be completely finished."

This voice was loud and clear and fell into everyone's ears.

Everyone was confused, only Cheng Ji had an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

The spiritual energy in his palm surged crazily, and he struck the light cyan light mercilessly.

It was so fast that even Song Xuchuan and Xiao Fangchi had no time to stop him.

Unexpectedly, this terrifyingly powerful attack was like water dripping into the sea, without causing any splash.

Xiao Fangchi saw the right opportunity, took advantage of the moment when Cheng Ji's spiritual power was vacant, dodged behind him, and struck him with a sharp knife.

Just as Cheng Ji was about to raise his hand to resist, Song Xuchuan on the side also took the opportunity to attack.

The uncle and nephew cooperated perfectly, but Cheng Ji couldn't resist it and fell directly from the air to the ground, making a big hole in the ground and causing snowflakes to fall.

"Cough cough cough."

Cheng Ji coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and staggered to his feet.

Bi Fang's knife pierced his abdomen, and the warm blood dripped on the snow, instantly dyeing it red.

It was obviously a very serious injury, but he didn't care at all.

He raised his hand to touch the wound, scarlet mist emerged from his fingertips, and the wound on his abdomen healed instantly.

"You guys really piss me off."

He looked up and saw that Song Xuchuan and Xiao Fangchi had surrounded him from front to back, standing in mid-air, condescending.

The feeling of being looked down on like this made him very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but think of his extremely weak self.

This is also the case, you can only look up to others and survive.

The spiritual energy around him suddenly began to surge, and a red halberd appeared in his hand, with the tip of the halberd pointing directly at the two people in mid-air.

Cheng Ji curled his lips disdainfully: "Come on, if you want to die, I will grant it to you."

Xiao Fangchi and Song Xuchuan also gathered their spiritual power in an instant.

The three of them were about to fight again.

"Damn it, you must be sick. If you want to fight, get out of here!"

There was anger in the childish voice.

As his voice fell, a wave of waves swept through the world.

In an instant, everything stopped, the offensive gathered by the three people collapsed instantly, and even the cold wind stopped.

Everyone was horrified and looked at the light cyan light.

Song Huaiqing's soul fragments floated in mid-air and stopped dissipating.

After a long time, the light cyan light finally dissipated.

The scene inside is also revealed.

There was a sword suspended above Song Huaiqing's head.

The blade of the sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, engraved with ancient runes, showing a light cyan light, gentle yet powerful.

The Sword of Agelessness.

Song Xuchuan recognized it at a glance.

He had seen it once when he was a child, and since then the Eternal Sword has been sealed in the sword cave in the back mountain.

When his junior brother failed that assessment, he always thought that the Sword of Agelessness was still in the sword acupoint, but he didn't expect that it was still hidden in his junior brother's body.

It’s just that the Eternal Sword actually has a sword spirit?

He had never heard his master or the elders in the pavilion mention it.

As if to verify his suspicion, the childish voice sounded again.

"Tsk, it's really troublesome. It seems that I came out late. Song Xiaoye actually died and his soul has been dispersed. Now Song Huaiqing will be very sad. Don't hold me and cry."

The sword was swinging up and down, and the sound came from the sword.

"Forget it, Song Xiaoye was originally going to protect him from disaster, let's see what happens to him."

Qingqing muttered.

It had been sleeping for too long and almost caused trouble, but luckily it was not too late.

Let’s get down to business first.

There is still a fierce battle today.

Thinking like this, the sword began to tremble.

A stream of light cyan spiritual power flowed out from the sword body and enveloped Song Huaiqing.

The scattered soul fragments floating in the air were taken back by an invisible force, and gradually disappeared into Song Huaiqing's body again.

Gentle spiritual energy flowed into the limbs and bones, and the broken tendons and hamstrings, the crushed spine, and the scratched wounds all healed quickly one by one.

However, within a short time, all the injuries on Song Huaiqing's body were healed, and even the blood stains on his clothes disappeared.

He floated up and was held up in mid-air.

Her white hair hangs down her back, her clothes are snow-white, and her aura becomes more noble.

Then, under everyone’s disbelieving eyes.

Another "Song Huaiqing" appeared in the air.

The two people look exactly the same.

It's just that this "Song Huaiqing" is a virtual shadow, not a real entity.

"Song Huaiqing" is also dressed in snow-white robes with intricate and delicate patterns embroidered on them. The deep black eyes contained soft light, as if they were fine warm jade, the eyebrows were soft, elegant and gentle, and even the hair seemed to reveal a softness.

Outstanding grace and pure appearance.

His eyes passed over everyone one by one. Then it stopped on Xiao Fangchi.

Master! ! !

Xiao Fangchi's heart suddenly became excited.

This is his master! !

"Song Huaiqing" looked at Xiao Fangchi quietly for a few seconds, a smile spread on his lips.

Ah Chi, long time no see.

He opened his mouth and said something silently.

Although there was no sound, Xiao Fangchi understood what he said in an instant.

His eyes were sore, and tears couldn't stop pouring out again.

After saying this, "Song Huaiqing" looked away and stayed on Song Xiaoye for a few seconds, with a flash of sadness in his eyes.

Finally, he looked at Song Huaiqing opposite.

Song Huaiqing still had her eyes closed and was still in a coma.

"Song Huaiqing" took a step forward, closed the distance, stretched out his hand, touched Song Huaiqing's cheek, and spoke in a clear and pleasant tone.

"Song Huaiqing, it's time for you to wake up."