After changing her master, she turned to the ruthless way, and the whole sect knelt down

"The fact that so many swords are fighting for it means that they can adapt to all kinds of swords. Such a person..."

Jing Wenlan didn't say anything else. She suddenly remembered that Qingxiao Sect had once produced such a person who caused countless spirit swords to riot.

The other party was none other than the founder of their Qingxiao Sect, and also the first person born with sword bones in the history of the cultivation world!

The battle at the bottom of the pool became more and more intense. Although the light was poor, Xie Liuyin's excellent five senses still allowed her to see clearly that all the spiritual swords in the pool were participating in this fierce battle!

Although there were a few hooligans who just wanted to watch the fun, their fight was really intense!

Xie Liuyin also saw that the hilts of several spiritual swords had been cut off, but the opponent continued to fight fiercely with the swords around him as if nothing had happened.

She tried to speak soothingly to calm the angry spirit sword.

However, how could these spirit swords with strange tempers listen to her? She was just a little girl favored by the spirit swords. What qualifications did she have to order these big men around?

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more serious, Xie Liuyin was ready to leave the pool and ask the second elder for help.

However, at this moment, an invisible yet powerful pressure suddenly emanated from the center of the bottom of the pool.

Xie Liuyin felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back, and was unable to breathe.

Not only her, but even the spirit swords that had been making such a commotion before suddenly quieted down and stuck themselves back into the ground very obediently, clearly pretending to be dead.

Only the red spirit sword inserted at Xie Liuyin's feet would rub against her from time to time, clearly showing that it was unwilling to give up this rare master.

The pressure grew more pronounced, and the invisible sword energy stirred waves beneath the water. Xie Liuyin could vaguely see several cracks appearing on the tall stone tablet.

As the waves in the water became more turbulent, the cracks gradually became more numerous and larger.

at last!

Accompanied by a wave that could have knocked Xie Liuyin over, a column of water from the Sword Washing Pool shot up into the sky. The terrifying sword whistle spread throughout the Qingxiao Sect, causing the spirit swords of countless cultivators to riot.

On Qingxiao Peak, the eyelids of Kunshan Sect Master jumped. He ran towards the door quickly and saw the towering water column in the distance at a glance.

With a cry of "Not good", the leader of Kunshan Sect immediately rushed towards Liuyun Island.

On the Chiyan Peak, which had just changed its owner, Zhenjun Miaoyu suppressed the trembling of her natal sword and looked up at the water column.

He murmured softly, "Today seems to be the day when Xie Liuyin goes to choose a sword."

Many of the disciples who were learning sword skills frantically hugged their trembling spirit swords, and screams were heard everywhere in the martial arts arena.

A male disciple exclaimed in surprise, "Which ancestor is angry again?"

The entire Qingxiao Sect seemed to be affected by the sword's roar, except for the Yaori Peak where no spiritual swords moved.

Xianyue sat under the tall Ningguang tree and sighed helplessly, "Alas, I have to clean up the mess that little girl made again."

The Kunshan Sect Master rushed to Liuyun Island and, without even catching his breath, he quickly asked Jing Wenlan, "Senior Sister Jing, what exactly is going on? Why is there such a big disturbance on Liuyun Island? Could it be an invasion?"

"That's not the case." Jing Wenlan folded his arms, looked at the calm water and said lightly, "It's just that the sword of our founding ancestor has awakened and is ready to choose a master."

Master Kunshan:? !

……

The stone tablet finally cracked, and in Xie Liuyin's astonished eyes, a black sword slowly flew out from it.

In Xie Liuyin's opinion, the sword was simply perfect. Not only was the color beautiful, the patterns on it were beautiful, but even the length, width, length of the hilt, and size were so perfect.

It was even more to her liking than the most beautiful spirit sword she had ever seen in her dreams.

As soon as this ink-black long sword flew out, the previously restless red spirit sword instantly became obedient.