I traveled through the book and became a junior sister of a sect. The plot is decided by me.

Before my eyes, the purple sword was emitting a deep and charming violet glow, as if the brightest star in the night sky had fallen into it, with dreamy light flowing through it.

The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, with an extremely sharp edge. Purple lightning flashed in the cold light. From a distance, it seemed to have the power of thunder and lightning, and it moved like a startled wild goose.

It was the ancient spiritual sword, the Jinghong Sword.

At this moment, it was lying quietly and peacefully in the cave, not even looking at the people with admiring eyes, as if these people did not exist.

“Jinghong Sword, Senior Brother, Jinghong Sword!” Seeing Meng Jia standing there in a daze, Gu Ning pushed him directly, “Go and take it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Jinghong Sword suddenly turned around, and the sword body shook, as if looking Gu Ning up and down.

"Ding!" The next second, it rushed straight towards Gu Ning. Immediately, the Fusheng Sword was like a cat with its fur standing on end. It rushed forward with a "swish" and collided with the Jinghong Sword in an instant.

The body of the Jinghong sword was very thin, and the impact of the Fusheng sword actually knocked the Jinghong sword, which had always been arrogant, back several steps.

Fu Sheng Sword: Stay away from my sword master, ahhh!

Jinghong Sword looked at Gu Ning who was being protected by Fusheng Sword in a daze, and curled his lips, "Tsk, isn't it just a natural sword bone? A natural sword bone with an owner is not worth a dog."

It turned around and looked at Zhou Wentian with the hilt tilted. Before Zhou Wentian made any move, the Liuguang Sword, which had always been well-behaved and obedient, was unsheathed with a "swish" and stared at the Jinghong Sword with unfriendly eyes.

Judging from its defensive posture, as long as Jinghong Sword dared to have the slightest thought or move, it would definitely fight with it for three days and three nights.

Jinghong Sword: ...

What's going on? How did the sword master with the spiritual sword come in? !

It felt aggrieved and looked at the other people as a second choice.

Hey, little girl?

The little girl is pretty good... wait, this little girl is not a sword practitioner. The Jinghong Sword circled around Ye Xiaoshu a few times and he sighed.

Then, it reluctantly turned to Meng Jia's side. Meng Jia stood where he was, not daring to move.

Hmm... Wind spiritual roots are okay, it would be even better if it was thunder spiritual roots... Jinghong Sword looked at Gu Ning and Zhou Wen again with some reluctance, unable to make up his mind for a moment.

It had had enough of the dark days in this sword tomb, but... it was a dignified Jinghong sword, so it had to be worthy of a natural sword bone...

How about a fight?

Its gaze stealthily swept over Gu Ning and Zhou Wentian again, and instantly the Fusheng Sword and the Liuguang Sword flew forward, sandwiching the Jinghong Sword from the left and right.

The sword energy surged, and the Jinghong Sword instantly burst out with a brilliant purple sword energy. At the moment the sword energy surged, Fusheng and Liuguang pushed to the middle at the same time, cleverly avoiding the purple sword energy of the Jinghong Sword, allowing the sword energy to "chirp" into Meng Jia's brows.

The moment it reached his forehead, Meng Jia stopped abruptly, and the small purple spirit sword in his sea of ​​consciousness burst out with a strong and terrifying sword energy.

"Wow, Senior Brother!" Gu Ning jumped up, but was swept away by the purple sword energy the moment he rushed forward. He could only watch as the Jinghong Sword started to hit Meng Jia randomly with "ding-ling-dang" sounds like an angry kitten.

"Hmph, this sword will take charge of it. Your senior brother is very good." In the sea of ​​consciousness, the arrogant voice of Fusheng Sword sounded.

Gu Ning: "…What did you two do?"

"I didn't do anything. I just stimulated the innate sword energy of this little Jinghong Sword and gave it to your senior brother."

Gu Ning: "Are you sure it's okay?"

"What's the problem?" Fusheng Sword didn't understand. "We are spiritual swords, and we always respect the strong. Your eldest brother, beat it up and make sure it behaves well."

"Oh?" Gu Ning raised his eyebrows, "Is that so?"

Fu Sheng Jian: "... not all... for example, I am just an accident, I am soft-hearted and not hard-hearted..."

What a risk, almost exposed.

Gu Ning made a note of this account, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Meng Jia's face flushed red. Purple sword energy was lingering between his brows, which turned into a light cloud for a while, and then turned into two sword energies, one purple and one green, entangled.

"this…"

Before Gu Ning finished speaking, Meng Jia tiptoed, leaped lightly, and grabbed the Jinghong Sword at lightning speed.

"Oh!"

"Zi la la!"

An electric current surged, and Meng Jia's face trembled. The next moment, a sneer appeared on his face. The huge spiritual power instantly covered the sky and pressed heavily on the Jinghong Sword.

"Squeak~" A teeth-grinding sound of electric current passing through was heard, and then Meng Jia opened his eyes, and it seemed that there were flowing purple stars appearing in his eyes.

"Wind and Thunder Slash!" The next moment, a sword move carrying wind and electricity came down with a bang, and the surrounding spiritual swords instantly seemed to be blown up, screaming and fleeing away.

The Jinghong sword contains purple lightning, the wind spirit root turns into light clouds, and the wind and thunder sword intent is formed naturally in an instant.

The moment the sword intent erupted, Gu Ning and Zhou Wentian both opened up the sword intent barrier, protecting the stunned Ye Shuming and the interested Ye Xiaoshu.

After a long while, the sword intent was restrained, and Meng Jia fell from the air. The brilliance of the Jinghong Sword was restrained, and it stood quietly beside Meng Jia.

Meng Jia opened his eyes, and the purple waves in his eyes slowly subsided. He smiled brightly, raised his hand, and the Jinghong Sword fell into his hand.

He lowered his eyes slightly and said softly, "Don't worry, follow me, I will not disgrace your reputation as a stunning swordsman."

The Jinghong Sword shook its blade hesitantly, then slid back into the scabbard without saying anything more.

Don’t mention it...it’s quite painful to be shocked by your own purple lightning.

Gu Ning put away his sword and looked at Meng Jia with a smile, "Congratulations, Senior Brother, for your wonderful birth."

Meng Jia stepped forward, unable to hide his happiness, "Thank you both for your spirit swords."

If it weren't for the jealousy among these spirit swords, how could he have gained the recognition of Jinghong Sword so easily?

"Big Brother is awesome." Gu Ning was an expert at boasting, "Little Jinghong Sword, take it."

"What about me? How can I find my spirit sword?" An anxious Ye Shuming was furious. "Shall we go further inside?"

"All ancient spirit swords are dominant in their own area. There shouldn't be any better spirit swords among them." Zhou Wentian shook his head. "Why don't we change direction?"

As soon as the words fell, a dazzling sword light suddenly appeared under the feet of several people. In an instant, thousands of golden sword lights intertwined, densely sealing several people in.

If you look closely, it seems that there are pieces of dragon scales shining brightly; if you listen carefully, it seems as if there are low dragon roars whispering in your ears.

"What's going on?" Gu Ning was shocked. "Is there a better sword?"

The Jinghong Sword jumped out at this moment, tilting the hilt and muttering.

Gu Ning couldn't hear it, so he could only ask Fu Sheng, "What is it saying?"

Fusheng tilted the sword with an interested look, "It has a partner, who won't let it go."

"companion?"

"Hmm." Fusheng Sword ate the melon, "Youlong Zhenjian, he also wants to leave this damn place with us."

As Fusheng finished his words, golden dragon scales rose up with the wind, wrapping Ye Xiaoshu in it like a whirlwind.

Gu Ning was shocked: "Youlong Zhenjian, are you interested in my third senior sister?"

"As graceful as a startled swan, as graceful as a swimming dragon." Meng Jia nodded, "One of the legendary twin swords is actually a formation sword."