Zanxing

During this period, what happened to make him so desperate that he didn't even have the courage to live?

Just thinking about it, Meng Ying's voice suddenly sounded: When did this sword appear?

The eyes of the crowd looked forward.

At the top of this sword mountain, there is a long sword. Maybe just now his attention was on the surrounding cave walls and Zheng Qing, or maybe the sword was so different from the current one that it didn't attract people's attention. All eyes.

This is a very dazzling long sword.

The body of the sword is a beautiful silver-white color. Most of the long swords used by the monks are sharp and cold, and the long sword in front of them shines with a warm light. Like a pearl wrapped in a clam shell, it is beautiful and moving. It has no scabbard, only a small frost flower is carved on the hilt, which is probably cast in white crystal, which is vivid and lifelike.

Above the Sword Mountain, this sword was inserted obliquely, all the swords crouched under it, and it stood there casually, as innocent as a willful little girl.

It fits the word worry-free very well.

Almost immediately, Hairpin Xing thought that this sword should be the worry-free sword made by the swordsmith Chai Sang.

She was not the only one who thought so, Meng Ying said softly, This is the Wuyou Sword.

How do you know? Mu Chengxiao glanced at her.

Meng Ying clenched the Moon Soul in her hand: I am a sword cultivator, I can feel it. This sword is a top-quality spiritual weapon.

Among the group, Hairpin Xing used a stick, Gu Baiying used a spear, Tian Fangfang used a dry-yang axe, Mujiexiao used a sword of extermination, Mendong had no spiritual weapon, and only Meng Ying used a sword. Jian Xiu has the sharpest sense of sword, and he can feel it at a glance.

It seems that the disciples of the Huanyang faction did not draw this sword, and the Wuyou Sword did not recognize them as their masters, so the sword is still here. Tian Fangfang was speechless: I'll just say, you can bring it with you casually. Take a top-quality spirit tool, this spirit tool is too worthless.

Then are we going to draw this sword now? Mendong asked cautiously.

Mimi let out a soft cry, and shook her tail uneasily.

Better not. Gu Baiying frowned and looked at the silver long sword: I always feel that this sword is not right.

However, Meng Ying, who has never spoken very often, refuted it very rarely. She said, Uncle, I want to take this sword away.

Don't you have a top-quality spirit tool? Mu Shexiao looked at her unexpectedly: You already have a natal spirit tool, even if you pull out this sword, you can no longer use it as a natal spirit tool.

A cultivator can only have one natal magic weapon, Gu Baiying's natal magic weapon is the Bone Embroidery Gun, Meng Ying's natal magic weapon is the Moon Soul Sword, they can't have a second natal magic weapon.

I know, but 'Moon Soul' doesn't have a sword spirit. If what Zheng Qing wrote is true, the Wuyou Sword has a sword spirit, and even if it doesn't become a spiritual weapon, I still want this sword. Meng Ying turned to look Xiang Gu Baiying insisted: Uncle Shi, let me give it a try, if it doesn't work, I will let go immediately.

The sword that gave birth to the sword spirit is equivalent to already having spiritual wisdom and will choose the right owner by himself. If Meng Ying doesn't get the approval of Wuyoujian, it is impossible to draw this sword. Anyway, if Wuyoujian promises Meng Ying to be its master, Meng Ying can easily pull it up.

He wanted to come to Zheng Qing and his senior brothers, but none of them were recognized by the Sword Spirit.

Uncle, let me have a try. Meng Ying insisted again.

Uncle Shi, let her try it out. Mu Sheenxiao hesitated for a while, and then helped Meng Ying to speak: It's nothing more than the result of success or failure, and I haven't heard of any danger. Senior Sister is a sword cultivator, and when you encounter a Divine Sword, you naturally don’t want to miss it, there are only a handful of such Divine Swords in the entire Capital Continent, if you lose this opportunity, Senior Sister may regret it for the rest of your life.”

Meng Ying glanced at Mu layerxiao, but did not speak.

Let Senior Sister Meng give it a try, Tian Fangfang also came to help: We cultivate, it is not easy to encounter opportunities, it seems that what we missed is a sword, who knows what kind of good fortune we missed. Just draw a sword. , is it possible that this sword will still eat people?

Hairpin Xing watched them persuade one after another, and couldn't say what he wanted to stop, so he could only stand silently in place with Mimi. It also makes sense. Sometimes if you make a wrong step, your future chances will be very different. If it ruins the future of others, it will be a lifetime event.

Meng Ying rarely made requests in the past, and among the next generation of Taiyan Sect disciples, she was also trained as a future leader. Gu Baiying hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, and then warned: If there is something wrong, let go immediately.

There was a hint of joy in Meng Ying's eyes, and she said, Thank you, uncle! She turned and walked towards Jianshan.

Gu Baiying placed the lighting talisman in the air, and the light filled the entire cave, so Jianshan seemed to become towering.

Meng Ying clenched the moon soul in her hand, tapped her toes, and flew towards Jianshan.

The hairpin star swallowed involuntarily.

Xiao Yuanzhu had calmed down after the throbbing just now, but for some reason, the anxiety in Xing Xing's heart did not stop. She stared at Meng Ying's movements, for fear that something might change.

Meng Ying has come to the top of Jianshan, only one step away from Wuyou Sword.

The beauty in white robes fluttered slightly at the corners of her clothes, and she looked like a goddess under the lights, and the silver-white long sword in front of her was warm and beautiful, and it looked like it was tailor-made for her.

Without hesitation, Meng Ying reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

The hairpin star was about to stop breathing nervously.

There is nothing unusual, and under the illumination of the illuminating talisman, everything remains calm. Meng Ying took a deep breath, used Yuan Li, and slowly lifted the long sword in her hand.

One inch, two inches, three inches.

The long sword was slowly lifted from the sword mountain, like a treasure buried in the ground reappearing little by little. At that moment, the brilliance was dazzling.

The Wuyou sword has been pulled up.

It recognized Meng Ying as its owner.

Hairpin Xing's heart finally fell, secretly relieved. Just now, she was so nervous that she almost didn't even raise her anger, but now that she saw Meng Ying pulling up the divine sword unharmed, she felt relieved, thinking that she was really worried. I have never heard of drawing a sword and drawing danger.

She only looked at Meng Ying, but didn't notice that Mimi was wandering under her feet. She accidentally stepped on Mimi's tail and almost tripped. She was just clinging to the cave wall to stand firm, but her fingers touched the uneven spot on the cave wall, which was different from the scratches left by the spiritual tool, and seemed to be written by someone.

Hairpin was stunned for a while, and when he took a closer look, he saw a line of characters carved crookedly on the wall of the cave where no one was paying attention.

We were deceived. That's not a divine sword, that's a fierce sword. Don't draw the sword! Don't draw the sword! Don't draw the sword!