The little sword spirit had a lot of strength. He pinched Shi Xiaobai's cheek and squeezed it hard. Shi Xiaobai was surprised and was pried open his mouth. The black and white fragments gathered in a pile of black and white pieces, like soldiers, suddenly soared into the air, rushed straight into Shi Xiaobai's open mouth, and rushed into his throat.

Logically speaking, Shi Xiaobai should not be so easily attacked, but the little sword spirit has not only pretended to be a soft and cute little luoli to conceal his true character, but also hides his strength. His strength is so great that it is even greater than Shi Xiaobai's normal state. Shi Xiaobai is now in a weak state due to the "Holy Tree Sin Poison" and has no power to resist.

In addition, the little sword spirit was suddenly attacked and had planned it. When Shi Xiaobai was shocked, the fragments of the sword body after the black and white long sword were arranged in an orderly manner at a speed of lightning speed, rushing into Shi Xiaobai's throat in a straight line!

In a few seconds, there was no fragment on the ground left!

The power of Taotie immediately began to "digest" the black and white fragments that rushed through the throat and into the stomach, converting them into "antigen". The "Holy Tree Sin Poison" remaining on Shi Xiaobai's arms and calf suddenly began to be purified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The little sword spirit let go of his hand and slapped Shi Xiaobai's chin, forcing his mouth to close. His strength almost dislocated Shi Xiaobai's chin.

"Hmph, I have to force this sword to be vigorous and vigorous!"

The little sword spirit snorted coldly, clapped his hands, squinted his eyes, and looked domineering. How could there be a trace of innocence or soft cuteness of a six or seven-year-old girl?

Shi Xiaobai widened his eyes in disbelief, his expression changed drastically, and suddenly opened his mouth and retching hard.

"vomit!"

Shi Xiaobai half-kneeled on the ground, leaned down, used all his strength, and vomited desperately, trying to spit out the black and white fragments in his stomach, but he couldn't spit out anything. He put his finger deep in his mouth and pressed his throat hard. The sound was torn apart, as if he wanted to vomit all his internal organs, but he could only spit out a whole floor of saliva.

"It's useless."

The little sword spirit raised his head slightly and glanced at Shi Xiaobai. Seeing him spitting out all the saliva, his brows frowned slightly, and his eyes were very disgusted.

Shi Xiaobai seemed to have not heard of it and continued to vomit, but the stomach transformed by Taotie's power was like a net for heaven and earth. Not to mention the black and white fragments, he didn't even let go of a drop of wastewater.

Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!

Shi Xiaobai opened his mouth wide and pressed his throat. Only saliva instinctively secreted it, falling down drippingly, as if he saw a hungry beast with his prey.

despair!

Suddenly, something different seemed to slide down the corner of my mouth, mixed with saliva.

Gently hit the water all over the ground, splashing water and rippling.

The little sword spirit's expression changed slightly, and he snorted coldly, saying, "If a man doesn't cry easily, why are you crying?"

Shi Xiaobai leaned over and vomited, unable to see his expression clearly, but hot tears broke out from his eyes, like pearls strung into lines falling.

Shi Xiaobai shed tears, but there was no crying, only heart-wrenching dry retching.

The little sword spirit frowned, with a very bad look on his face and said, "You can cry if you suffer the severe pain, you can cry if you suffer the severe pain, you can cry if you suffer the severe poison, you can cry if you are on the verge of despair, but now you are crying for two broken swords. How stupid are you?"

Shi Xiaobai stopped retching after a long time, and said hoarsely: "I am still too weak after all."

Shi Xiaobai lowered his head, did not refute the little sword spirit, nor did he complain or scold her, but instead lowered his hands and his head was deep, like a withered old tree, muttering to himself.

"If I am stronger, if I can split the Nine-turn Superior Tower with one sword, smash the remaining soul of the Superior King with one punch, and purify the sin poison of the Holy Tree with one thought..."

"If...it's just if."

"I am too weak! I am too weak! I am too weak!"

"Because I am too weak, I can't protect anything."

"Because I am too weak to create an ending where no one needs to sacrifice."

"Because I am too weak, I can't even save two swords!"

"No, no, it's my king's weakness that killed them!"

Shi Xiaobai clenched his fists, blamed himself deeply, and felt the importance of strength again. Hua Li once asked him, "Young man, do you desire strength?" At that time, he did not think deeply about this issue, but just thought that if strength could protect what he wanted to protect, then he would desire it.

However, in fact, he just deliberately escaped another more cruel but realistic solution - without power, nothing can be protected!

He was eager for power after all, and at this moment, this desire was extremely strong.

"Hmph, you can realize that you are too weak and you are not helpless."

The little sword spirit mercilessly added to the point of being a rock. He squinted his eyes and stared at Shi Xiaobai for a few seconds, and suddenly said coldly: "But you are hopelessly stupid. Who told you that those two broken swords were dead?"

"What?"

Shi Xiaobai looked up in shock and saw the little sword spirit spreading his hands upwards. Two crystal light balls of pearls were hanging on the white and tender palms, one left and one right, one black and one white, vaguely making a faint sword sound.

The little sword spirit raised his eyebrows and said, "These two broken swords have good luck. They have initially formed a spiritual fetus of sword spirit. Although the sword body is destroyed, the spiritual fetus is still there. The sword spirit has slightly divided their vitality and saved their spiritual consciousness. You can just recast the sword body in the future. Why are you crying? Is it embarrassing to throw it away?"

The little sword spirit raised his head and snorted, handed it to Shi Xiaobai with both hands, "Take it!"

Shi Xiaobai took the black and white light ball from the little sword spirit's hand in a daze. The clear sword sound suddenly sounded, with a jump in weakness. The black and white light ball trembled gently in Shi Xiaobai's palm and moved slowly.

Shi Xiaobai's slightly red eyes slowly lit up.

The black and white swords are still alive!

"this……"

He was so sad that he was very happy that the transformation was too fast, and Shi Xiaobai was stunned for a moment.

"What's this!"

The little sword spirit put his hands on his hips, blew his eyebrows and stared at him, "It's said that it's a pile of broken copper and iron, and you don't want to eat it. You insist on forcing the sword to be vigorous and thick, and even drooling all over the floor, tears and snot, is it dirty!"

Shi Xiaobai blushed and hesitated: "Can't you explain earlier..."

"Hmph! This sword spirit is all angry with you!"

The little sword spirit pointed at Shi Xiaobai and scolded, "It's not scary to have common sense, but you have no common sense, but you have become the master of this sword spirit. Do you know that this sword spirit is worried every day? The sword body can be destroyed, but the spiritual consciousness cannot be destroyed. Don't you know this common sense. Do you have the courage to say that you are learning sword? If you don't have this sword spirit, you will not only kill the sword spirit of these two broken swords, but also don't know what price to pay for the pile of worthless broken copper and iron. Do you think you are stupid? Is this sword spirit angry after seeing it?"

Shi Xiaobai smiled awkwardly and had to admit that Xiao Jianling's words made sense, and he was speechless.
Chapter completed!