The sword light dispersed, revealing the figure of a man.
The man is tall and tall, with poetic eyebrows and a sword box on his back, with the word "无风" engraved on it.
He held up his hands to Jing Yingrong and smiled: "With the excuse of interrupting me, Mo Ren of the Wufeng Sword Sect, I have something to ask my Taoist friend, may I ask your honorable name?"
After arriving at the Qin family mansion, Jing Yingrong put away the sect token at Qin Xinyao's suggestion. She did not reveal her identity at the moment, only said her name and asked, "What's the matter?"
Moren: "I see that there is no qi connection between Taoist fellow Taoist Jing and the sword he carries. I guess this sword is not your natal magical weapon. Therefore, I dare to ask Taoist fellow Jing if you are willing to part with your love and sell this sword to me?"
After the other party finished speaking, the three weapon spirits in Jingyingrong's sea of consciousness reacted differently.
Jijie Pen: "Yohe."
Jiyanzhu: "Wow——"
Ji Sha Sword: "Huh?!"
Jing Yingrong lowered and then raised his eyes, asking: "Why did you buy it?"
Moren smiled gently: "My master is obsessed with swordsmanship. I saw that this sword has extraordinary momentum and is quite magical, so I wanted to buy it and present it to my master."
Ji Sha Jian hummed: "This guy has some vision."
Jing Yingrong: "Then will you sell it?"
Ji Sha Jian: "Nonsense, I won't sell it!"
Jing Yingrong shook his head at Moren and said, "I won't sell it."
Moren pondered for a moment and said: "But because this sword is precious? I have little knowledge and cannot recognize the grade of this sword. I can only realize that it contains the essence of gold and has the power of blood evil. The casting process...casting The materials used in this sword must be the rarest treasures in the world. I have several magic weapons, although they are not as good as this sword, but their combined value is quite considerable. In addition, I also have a small amount of savings in spiritual stones. Can you consider it again, fellow Taoist?"
Jiyanzhu: "He skipped over the art of casting weapons."
Ji Jie Bi smiled: "After all, Li Chengkong has always lacked the skills and materials to make up for it, and the fire level and cultivation level to make up for it."
Ji Sha Jian said: "Does this still need to be considered?"
Jing Yingrong: "..."
Ji Sha Jian: "What do you mean by not speaking? Have you really considered it?!"
As if he didn't hear Ji Shajian's cry and didn't answer, Jing Yingrong shook his head at Moren again and said, "It doesn't want to."
Moren was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said apologetically: "The gods have spirits, but I didn't think carefully about it. In that case, I won't force it."
After that, he bowed and said goodbye, and his body turned into sword light and disappeared in an instant.
Ji Yanzhu: "Hey, this doesn't look like the speed of ordinary Void Return monks."
Jijie Pen: "The sword intent is concentrated but not released. Such a fast escape speed does not leak out any spiritual power. Looking at the demeanor and behavior, this junior should be the leader of the younger generation of Wufeng Sword Sect, and is probably the leader. However, , it feels a little strange.”
Ji Yanzhu: "What's so strange?"
Ji Jie Bi: "Generally speaking, people from the Wufeng Sword Sect are often afraid of bloody and ferocious things, but he doesn't seem to care about this at all."
Ji Yanzhu: "Is it because he didn't see how strong Sha is?"
Jijiebi: "It's not impossible."
When they were talking, Ji Shajian was competing with Jing Yingrong.
Ji Sha Jian: "Did you just want to sell me?!"
Jing Yingrong: "I respect your choice."
Ji Sha Jian: "What if I am willing?"
Jing Yingrong: "Sell."
Ji Sha Jian: "You still said you didn't want to sell me!"
Jing Yingrong: "I never said that."
Ji Sha Jian: "If you didn't say you didn't want to sell it, it means you just want to sell me."
Jing Yingrong: "?"
Ji Sha Jian: "I'm sad, I'm sad, I'm angry, and I won't forgive you unless we go to the Wufeng Sword Sect... Why did you take me down?"
Jing Yingrong took off the Jisha Sword with the scabbard from behind.
"I thought of a solution that would have the best of both worlds," Jing Yingrong held the sword with a leisurely expression, "Mo Ren is a disciple of the Wufeng Sword Sect. If you sell you to him, he will take you to the Wufeng Sword Sect."
She raised her eyes and looked in the direction where the sword light left, "You go to the Wufeng Sword Sect, and I get the magic weapon and the spirit stone. We each get the benefit of both worlds."
Ji Sha Sword: "..."
Jiyanzhu and Jijiebi said in unison: "What a great idea!"
Ji Sha Sword: "You guys!!!"
Jing Yingrong took a step forward.
Ji Sha Sword: "Stop!"
Space opened its way to her.
Ji Sha Sword: "No selling!"
The scene warps and transforms.
"I'm not going to Wufeng——!"
The roar of Ji Sha Sword suddenly stopped and turned into a confused voice: "Eh?"
Below is a lake with silver light and slight ripples, and there is no figure of Moren.
Ji Sha Jian: "Where is this place?"
Ji Yanzhu: "It should be that Langwan Lake!"
Ji Sha Sword: "Huh? Huh huh?! It's not that..."
Ji Jie Bi: "Why, are you disappointed that I didn't find that junior to sell you?"
Ji Sha Jian: "That's why you're disappointed! She was obviously the one who said just now——"
Ji Yanzhu: "Oh, the mirror said she could do that but didn't say she wanted to do that."
Ji Jie Bi: "It's been so long and you still don't understand her little verbal tricks?"
Ji Sha Sword: "I..."
Jing Yingrong put the Jisha sword back behind his back.
"You're a little, not smart."
"...don't go too far..."
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front.
The place where the beast tide meets the human cultivator is like a millstone of flesh and blood. Whether human or demon, each living body is devoured and crushed to death. There is thousands of miles of blood on the ground, and mountains of broken flesh are formed. The fishy wind stirs up the cry of killing. Straight up to the sky.
The flying boat controlled by Lan Chucui has been staying in place for a long time. The team of monks assembled with her as the center showed strong cohesion and combat effectiveness, and were overwhelmingly invincible in the beast tide. However, as time passed, high-level monsters noticed this vanguard force.
Three level seven monsters were sent to intercept it. These three monster beasts each led a beast tide, and several level five and six monster beasts formed the tip of the beast tide. The three parties formed an encirclement on the flying boat, trapping it in place and unable to move.
Lan Chucui looked at the shrinking airship protection area and the increasing number of casualties, her face as cold as frost and snow.
There seems to be only one way in front of them: give up the frontline position under your feet that is soaked in the blood of Taichu Gatekeepers, and retreat to the main line of defense.
However, she had already anticipated such a situation and sent a message for help to the sect in advance. It's just that several large beast waves are approaching, and the entire front line is short of manpower. There are countless places more critical than here, so we don't know when reinforcements will arrive.
At this moment, in the southeast direction of the flying boat, two level six demonic beasts roared repeatedly, biting and smashing the dozens of Taichu Temple disciples who were standing in front of them. Those people had just died and some were still breathing, but in the blink of an eye they were crushed by the black pressure coming from behind. Swallowed by the tide of beasts, not even the bones were left behind.
The paw prints formed by the demon power cut across the shield of the flying boat, and the runes flickered on and off, with a faint tendency to collapse.
The place where Lan Chucui was standing suddenly shone brightly. Layers of formation spirit patterns bloomed like flowers on the bow of the ship, and tyrannical energy gathered in the formation. She drew her bow and nocked an arrow, and the gleaming arrow was aimed at one of the sixth-level monsters.
The power of the formation surged into her body, pouring arrows into her meridians. The arrow left the string, and the high-speed rotating arrow body blew up a spiral wind blade, dragging out a long wave of air, like a dragon roaring out of the sea and galloping.
The head of the level six monster flicked, and a powerful shock wave burst out from the abyss-like mouth with a roar. As soon as the sound wave and the light arrow came into contact in the air, the arrow stagnated slightly. Then, as if the sea was split in two, the light arrow completely penetrated the sound wave ripples and sank between the monster's eyes.
The arrow penetrated from the head of the sixth-level monster beast, and then penetrated from the tail, traveling in a straight line without losing force, opening a bloody channel in the beast tide, until nearly a hundred monster beasts were exhausted and dispersed.
The second arrow was aimed at another level six monster. Lan Chucui was accumulating power when suddenly the ground shook. Even the airship suspended in mid-air was affected, shaking like a small boat beaten by the stormy waves. Ups and downs.
But it was the seventh-level monster who was originally sitting in the middle of this beast tide. Seeing that his own forces were severely damaged, he jumped up in anger and jumped closer. It jumped into the high air, and when it fell, it hit the ground like a boulder. The violent airflow it created knocked over and pushed away the surrounding monsters and human cultivators.
"Roar!--"
The seventh-level monster roared angrily at Lan Chucui, and twitched its long tail covered with sharp thorns, immediately smashing a big hole in the airship's defense shield.
Lan Chucui's face turned pale, but her eyes became sharper. Her hand holding the bow and arrow was as steady as a rock, and she slightly changed the direction. Only the left eye of the seventh-level monster remained in her field of vision.
At this time, a sudden change occurred.
A huge ice cone fell from the sky and nailed the tail of the seventh-level monster into the ground. Then the sound of breaking wind merged into one, and countless sharp ice fell vertically. It was like a rain of swords, and the body of the seventh-level monster was covered with ice. In an instant, blood flowers bloomed.
Then he heard the rapid ringing of the bell, like a huge wave crashing violently. All the monsters blocking the breach in the shield and trying to squeeze in suddenly had their eyes exploded and their internal organs shattered. Their corpses formed a hill to block the breach, which actually made the flying boat temporarily safe.
Lan Chucui's heart relaxed, and when she looked back, she saw four more figures behind her. The two leaders were Nascent Soul monks, and the other two were in the early stage of the Golden Elixir and the other in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir.
She was startled because she saw a familiar face.
Shu Pinghui smiled and waved to her, and the golden bell on her wrist rang loudly:
"long time no see."
