The whole sect is full of villains, and the sister of the King of Rolls kills Chuan Tian

"Because before you picked me up, Sangsang, I had already transformed into a spirit form!"

Although the shape and gender of the sword spirit are not restricted, he can change as he likes, but after staring at his face for 800 years, Xuanling himself is not used to seeing it again, so he simply doesn't bother to change it.

Ye Fen Three Realms groaned, "So it's a second-hand sword, why is it so frightening?"

Seeing that the two of them were on the verge of pinching each other again, Chu Sang hurriedly stepped forward two steps to pinch off the sign, "Okay, okay, stop arguing, and concentrate on fighting."

She never expected to become a peacemaker in the backyard, probably as punishment for her usual evils.

It has to be said that with the help of two weapon spirits, the group of crazy flying swords were obviously afraid, and they didn't dare to approach this side. They turned around and attacked other teams one after another, picking soft persimmons.

Xuanyuan Cheng was the only one in the Xuanyuan family who made it into the top ten, no more than the other teams had someone to take care of him, he was alone, and he was the most likely to become the target of these flying swords.

Seeing that there were more and more scars on his body, and the tattered cassock was also cut into strands, putting on a lottery, Xuanyuan Cheng clenched the broken sword in his hand, feeling a little impatient.

With a sullen face, he glanced at Mo Qingshen who was not far away, his heart moved slightly, his whole figure was drowned in the shadows, and he attracted all the flying swords behind him who were chasing after him.

Mo Qingshen sensed the sudden multiplication of murderous aura behind him, and hurriedly raised his sword to block it, and a treacherous sword aura pierced from behind again——

Just as he was about to hit him in the chest,

A sharp long sword flew out, breaking the attack with a single blow.

The sneak attack failed, but Xuanyuan Cheng, who was hit hard by a blow, was forced to withdraw from the shadows, fell to the ground, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Who?!"

He covered his chest with a frightened face, before he could be horrified at what it was just now, Mo Qingshen had already pointed his sword at his neck, and he was only an inch away from separating his head from his body.

"This is during the Grand Competition, what do you want to do?!" Xuanyuan Cheng's face turned pale, and his expression was stern.

Lou Qing stepped forward to stop him and said, "Eldest brother, our every move is watched by the elders outside, we must not act on our own will, the Xuanyuan family is one of the four great sword repair families anyway."

When the young man heard the last words, his face became even more condensed, "This person has evil intentions and just wanted to sneak attack on me."

"Who sneaked up on you, the battlefield was too chaotic just now, I just missed it for a while!" Xuanyuan Cheng is really shameless, anyone with a discerning eye can see what he wants to do, and he can even argue with his neck.

"..."

Mo Qing gave him a cold look, and turned the sword in his hand.

Xuanyuan Cheng was so frightened that his breath stopped, but he saw him put his sword back into its sheath, turn around and leave.

I don't want to cause trouble at a critical moment.

The Xuanyuan family is the strong enemy of the Mo family, and they have been coveting the position of the four great sword repair families...

For the time being, the past events and grievances and old enmities were temporarily suppressed in the bottom of his heart. Mo Qing raised his head and looked at the long sword that fell from the sky and blocked the fatal blow for him.

The sword body is slender and cold, as if covered with a layer of ice for ten thousand years, but it also carries the supreme majesty and aura of righteousness, causing thousands of flying swords around to retreat silently.
His heart also seemed to tremble slightly with the sound of the sword,
"Longyuan..."

He lost his mind for a moment, then slowly stuck out his lips, and when he stretched out his hand, the long sword flew into his palm,

The supreme coercion invaded his whole body immediately, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, and the ground sank into a crack inch by inch.

He was also pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, but after only a moment, the slight pressure disappeared.

Mo Qingchen poured all the spiritual energy in his body onto the long sword in the cold sheath in his hand, and thousands of swords shook.

There was a lot of commotion here, and everyone else looked at it together. Chu Sang was also taken aback when he saw the long sword that had just been contracted in Mo Qingchen's hand.

He did not choose the couple sword in the original book, but another ancient sword.

This sword seems to be born with the spirit of righteousness, majestic and ruthless, as cold as ice, which is just suitable for him, who is an ice-type heavenly root who cultivates the ruthless way.

One person, one sword is just a contract, and they join hands to fight, but they have an unexpected tacit understanding.

How many sword cultivators may not be able to achieve the realm of the unity of human and sword in a lifetime, but at this moment, Mo Qingshen has faintly realized that it is more suitable for him than the couple's sword in the original book.

The elders outside were also very excited when they saw this. The first sword of the righteous way, which had been dormant for thousands of years, had really chosen the master!

Longyuan Sword.

This is the real sword that breaks demons.

At least tens of thousands of demon heads were killed!
This sword is the natal sword of the founder of Wanjianzong.

But this sword is very arrogant, since the ancestor fell into a deep sleep, he didn't expect to wake up and choose the master because of a young man today.

Although Shang Ziling was not chosen for this sword, which made the elders somewhat regretful, but it would choose Mo Qingchen, and the headmaster had already guessed it.

The ancestor of Wanjianmen practiced the way of ruthless sword back then.

From generation to generation, Lang Erjiao, this young sword cultivator with ice-type heavenly spirit root, has quite the demeanor of his master back then.

"It's such a good sword to repair Miaomiao, it's a waste to put it in Tianyanzong." The tall and thin elder sighed, and suddenly had a plan, and looked at the other old things who were also eager to fight, "It's better to wait a while After the disciples come out, let's trick that kid into our sect, or at worst, become a parallel disciple."

"Brother Guo is right, no matter what tricks you use, first abduct this good Miao Miao into our sect!"

"After abducting him, give him a few ideological education classes to brainwash him. After a few more years, he will have a more sense of identity with our Wanjianmen. Then I will persuade him to kick Tianyanzong."

Several elders were contemptuously planning how to poach the wall, but unexpectedly the headmaster who always had a playful face suddenly stood up, his tone full of panic, "Wait, that girl..."

girl?

What girl?
Aren't they discussing the talented Ice Lingen boy?

The elders all followed his gaze, and when they saw the scene that appeared in the light curtain, their faces changed drastically, showing horror, as if they had seen something terrifying.

That sword...was actually born? ?

……

In the sword mound.

Mo Qingchen held the divine sword in his hand, and Wan Jian surrendered.

Tan Taiming also successfully broke through to the peak of the Golden Core. The young man stood up, exhaled slowly, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. Dump it down and stab it hard into the ground.

The red-golden sword energy wave swept across the entire sword cave for a while.

And the original blood-red Weeping Blood Sword gradually faded, turning into a light copper-red long sword, which he successfully took back into his dantian.

The crisis was finally resolved, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and split their paths to find their own natal sword.

Chu Sang just raised his foot and turned into a cave.

A black sword as dark as night flew over, condescendingly flying towards her.

She took a step forward, and the sword flew one step.

She stopped, and the other party stopped too.

He just stood in front of her silently, motionless.

Chu Sang, "..."

Is this a stalker?

She couldn't guess whether this sword was an enemy or a friend, but it didn't attack like other swords when it came up, so maybe it should be trying to make a contract with her...?
The Xuanling Sword with the dog's nose smelled the motive of the black sword one step faster than her, and ran out in a hurry, blocking one person and one sword.

With his hands on his hips, he said proudly, "Sorry, our place is full, you choose another owner—"

Before he could finish his oath of sovereignty, he was blown away by the domineering black sword.

In the next second, the sharp sword energy pierced the girl's palm directly, and a drop of blood melted into the sword body, and a magic circle with a successful contract emerged in one person and one sword.

Chu Sang widened her eyes, "This..."

She looked at the senior sister and seventh senior brother who were equally astonished.

Testify to me, this time it really wasn't her who took the initiative, but it threw itself into the arms of itself.

"Ah, ah, cheap sword! Get lost!"

Xuan Lingjian rushed forward again in a broken state, wanting to strangle this Xiao Si who meddled in other people's feelings to death.

Heijian flew into Chusang's dantian one step ahead, occupying the most central position in the dantian, without saying a word, deaf to hearing, just as silent as a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

Ye Fen Three Realms was stunned to see this new nail household who had taken over the magpie's nest.

It's fine if there's a little three, but why is a little four here again?
The sound of the sword spirit boy's collapse outside was deafening, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. of!"

"That's what sneaked up on you."

"This cheap sword must have bad intentions!!!"

Chu Sang also felt that it was very strange. The origin of this black sword is unknown, its quality is unknown, and it made a contract with her as soon as it came up.

She pulled the black sword out of her dantian again, and wanted to question it carefully, otherwise, even if she suffered backlash, she would forcibly terminate the contract between the two parties.

Chu Sang would never allow herself to be exploited by a spirit sword of unknown origin.

Just at this time, a icy cold sword intent pierced the air, Chu Sang's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he swung a sword intent, and the two sword intents collided to cancel each other out.

Chu Sang frowned and looked at Mo Qing and Shen who stepped into the sword cave, "Aren't you talking about martial arts and making a sneak attack?"

Mo Qing said, "...I didn't do it."

He also looked at the long ice sword that came out of his hand with some headaches.

The long sword floated in the air, slowly gathering an ice-blue youth figure.

The young sword spirit pointed at the silent black sword in Chusang's hand expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice, "The fierce sword kills thousands of lives, it deserves to be punished."

Mo Qing explained deeply, "Longyuan Sword Spirit said that this sword is vicious and cunning, and it is his deadly enemy who has been fighting with him for thousands of years."

"The turmoil in the sword mound just now was also secretly controlled by it. Only by destroying it can the sword mound be peaceful for a long time."

Chu Sang looked up at Longyuan Sword Spirit. The young Sword Spirit's indifferent expression clearly contained fear and disgust. She lowered her head again and weighed the humble black sword in her hand—the godly sword in the male lead's hand. The enemy of the sword is the deadly enemy, it seems that this black sword also has some weight.

On the contrary, she kind of...doesn't want to lose it.

Seeing that Long Yuan wanted to make a move, she hurriedly hid the black sword behind her back, "Don't do it, how can I say that this sword is also contracted with me, and to move it, I, the master, must agree to it?"

"... stubborn."

Longyuan Sword Spirit snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared into the sword.

Mo Qingchen also took the long sword back, looked back at Chu Sang, "Are you sure you want to keep this black sword?"

Anyone with eyes can see that the evil spirit on this black sword is very strong, even worse than Tantai Ming's Weeping Blood Sword, it is not something ordinary people can subdue.

"It's delivered to your door for free, why don't you want it?" Chu Sang waved his hand.

The elders outside the sword cave were also very anxious seeing this scene, this girl really didn't listen to persuasion, even Longyuan Sword Spirit said there was something wrong with the sword, yet she still insisted on staying.

You know that sword is...

Hey.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the nine people were teleported out, all with some injuries on their bodies, but they were generally fine. After going back to take some pills to heal their injuries for two or three days, they could be alive and kicking.

Everyone has at least one long sword in their hands.

Why at least, Wuwo is outrageous, she relied on a hundred broken sword box card bugs, and directly grabbed three swords when she went up.

The elders were very satisfied with everyone's performance in the past three days, so they came to inquire.

The first person to be questioned was naturally Mo Qingshen.

Longyuan Sword is the natal sword of the founder of Wanjianmen, and it is also the treasure of their Wanjianmen.

After taking away the sword of their sect, how could he let him go?

After two or three sentences of MLM brainwashing, Mo Qingchen was also said to be a little bit overwhelmed, so he agreed to become their disciple of the joint sect, but this matter is of great importance. After returning to the sect, he should discuss it with the head master and the others first. But it's pretty much the same.

Several other people also asked a few questions. They are all extremely talented, and the swords they got are also among the best swords in the Sword Tomb. pain.

After questioning all the others, it was Hatsu-san's turn to be the last one,

"..." She always felt that the eyes of the elders looking at her were not very friendly.

The great elder stood with his hands behind his back, his voice was cold, "Girl baby, do you know why there is such a huge ancient sword mound here?"

Chu Sang obediently shook her head, "I don't know."

The elder took a deep look at her, and sighed, "The ancient sword mound looks glorious, but its predecessor was an ancient battlefield where tens of thousands of lives were lost, and a dead soul was buried under each sword... and you Do you know why there is an ancient battlefield here? Who started this tragic war?"

Chu Sang seemed to feel something and looked up at him, the elder sighed again and again, as if he didn't want to touch the tragic Jiu Yuan tragedy, it was the headmaster who answered,
"It's the black sword in your hand."

The head said, "This sword is called Taikoo Chasing Soul. It is a sword born to kill. It is the first of the ten fierce swords. It is extremely fierce, even more fierce than the Weeping Blood Sword in your senior brother's hand."

"It was it that provoked the disputes in the ancient battlefield."

"In the sword grave, all the dead souls and swords are its funeral objects."

"Thousands of years ago, it was our sect's founding Taoist ancestor who united with the great talents to suppress it under the sword mound. Dao ancestor even sacrificed himself and sealed it under the sword mound for thousands of years, but he also fell because of this..." the head of the sect said in a tone Youyou, "I didn't expect it to be taken out by you."