Ningxia didn't expect that the first person to attack was not a greedy weapon or a tyrannical detective, but a friendly force, like a boat.
Ever since those holy veins appeared, Zhong Huan has been like this, constantly energetic.
Ning Xia thought that the other party was about to change back. But no, in the end he stayed in Ningxia's arms in the form of a sword. Although not restless...
Holding each other's arms expresses sympathy and also means to keep each other warm. Seeing these beasts in human skin in front of her made her, a member of her own race, feel chilled all over.
Is this guy actually a human being? How do they deserve to be human beings?
No, maybe this kind of person is a human being. She just discovered that there are such... people. Greedy and selfish, with warm blood flowing in his body, he does cold-blooded things.
Looking at their ugly faces and disgusting greed, Ningxia felt chills in her teeth.
She didn't realize that Zhonghuan, who was lying in her arms and trembling gently, slowly emitted a wave that could not be detected by human ears. It spread out three layers inside and three layers outside, and gradually sank to the bottom.
Those silent saints hiding deep in the cage slowly raised their heads, and their eyes turned red in an instant.
he came.
Several similar yet different waves rose from below and floated upward, gently touching something hidden deep down.
on the terrace
Zhao Ting touched the sword on his waist with some confusion.
Why... suddenly I feel... the sword is moving?
He rubbed the sword and found nothing wrong.
Not far away, he secretly peeped at Young Master Li and muttered: "The boss of the Zhao family is really a weirdo. He didn't want a magical weapon like the Sword Slave, but he actually took an ordinary sword made of broken copper and iron and treated it as a treasure. Laughing Dead people.”
The heir of a clinging small family nearby seized the opportunity to flatter him and said hurriedly: "Master Li is right. I think he is just a guy who is looking for fame. Not all the people who come here are here for the Sword Slave. Shoot, isn’t it fake and noble?”
"I don't think I will have to cry and beg to buy a sword slave in the future." The man only dared to say in a low voice at the beginning. Later, I saw that the other party seemed to be in a daze and didn't pay attention. He spoke louder and louder, and he seemed to be elated later.
Young Master Li was stroking his palms and was about to say something, when suddenly his heart palpitated. Something that had been latent in his body for a long time suddenly moved, as if something was about to escape, which made people unreasonably frightened.
He quickly held his breath and concentrated, his Dantian sank, and mobilized all his spiritual energy to move around to stabilize himself as quickly as possible.
Young Master Li's sudden movement shocked Xiao Genban. He didn't know why Mr. Li, who was chatting with him, suddenly entered a meditative state. What happened?
At the same time, countless similar situations occurred in the venue, and the reasons were...unknown.
The swords in the field, whether dead or alive, all started to move. They talked to each other in a "language" that humans did not understand and could not hear, conveying a message.
The sound went from being inaudible to human ears, to slightly roaring, to vibrating with each other, and soon the entire venue was filled with the sound of swords.
This is a feast for the swords, filled with unspeakable sorrow and despair, as well as a desperate determination that bursts from the depths of the heart.
Their chimes collided with each other, their breaths intertwined, sonorous, sonorous, sonorous... They expressed their determination with a clank of iron bones.
Every sword...
Bang bang bang bang——
She felt that the sword in her arms was jumping and shaking violently, and her spiritual power was leaking out.
Ning Xia's hand trembled, as if it was hurt by the violent spiritual power, but she didn't let go.
I always feel like... something terrible will happen if I let go.
She still followed her instinct and didn't let go of the other person, looking down anxiously.
The atmosphere outside was unusual.
Shining, who was supposed to continue the auction, made no sound. I don't know when, the sound of the entire venue disappeared. Only the symphony and roar of swords filled the place.
Ningxia had no time to distract herself and stuck her head out to look outside. In fact, she really wanted to know what was going on outside. But if she moved, the sword might fly away, and then it would be irreversible.
At the same moment, the same situation occurred in countless small boxes. It's just that they are not moving ordinary swords, but the sleeping sword in their bodies.
In order to prevent the sword that had brought them countless glory from leaving, the monks present made a prompt decision, sat down on the ground together, and began to meditate to strengthen their foundation.
Some monks didn't know what was going on. They noticed that the surrounding environment had changed, and their swords were not at ease, and they felt very uneasy.
What was even more frightening was that the increasingly loud roar outside formed a terrifying magnetic field in the main auction venue, making them unable to move.
This is happening...what?
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Wu Chang sat quietly in the warehouse. It was just the beads of sweat on his forehead that revealed his true state, his veins were exposed, and his spiritual power was leaked to a certain extent.
The roar of the heavy sword that came from not far away was getting louder and louder, causing all his internal organs to be injured, and he had to use all his spiritual power to resist this unknown change.
A strong aura surged inexplicably in his Dantian, something desperately trying to break free.
The young man collapsed on the ground, his gray eyes looking hatefully at the man sitting on the floor, an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.
He looked outside the warehouse, in an unknown direction. There are his people there.
That person is coming. They were finally free.
Soon... it will be fine...
The young man closed his eyes quietly, his expression calm, as if he had forgotten all the pain and sorrow in his heart, he was peaceful and at ease.
yard
The greedy ones have already come in.
It all depends on Ningxia Internal Response to successfully place the things in the yard. With the help of the sensor sunk at the bottom of the lake, Greedy Wolf successfully broke through Patriarch Wu's barrier.
I don’t know why tonight’s operation went so smoothly. Originally, they thought they would encounter some obstacles no matter what, but the result was inexplicable. Before they could react, the barrier shattered like scum.
The leading people were immediately confused, and they all wondered if they had fallen into a trap drawn by others.
But there was no movement for a long time, and no thousands of troops and horses came as expected, and no one even came.
How is this going?
Those who are greedy for money are no longer sure.
With such suspicion, they stepped into this strange courtyard.
I froze as soon as I entered the door. The clanging sword sounds came from inside, and a strange feeling struck everyone.
"哐哐哐——"
Wolf Five found that the sword on his waist began to shake violently, as if it was about to fly away from him as if it was being recruited.
He looked at his two brothers in surprise and saw that their swords were the same and they were ready to move.
Several people subconsciously pressed the hilt of their swords and were about to say something, when they suddenly felt that the breath in their bodies slowly stagnated, and the spiritual power that was still flowing quietly in their veins began to riot.
