"Who's first?"
In the huge dark space, under the nine dragon heads, all the monks looked greedily at the fairy sword hanging above.
They don’t know where Ye Jiu’s inheritance is yet, but the sword is in front of them.
As long as you get this sword, the inheritance will come uninvited, that's for sure.
"Me first!"
After everyone was silent for a moment, the arrogant old Taoist priest with yellow teeth and riding a unicorn finally couldn't hold back anymore. He rubbed his hands and walked forward for several steps until he came directly under the nine dragon heads. Then he turned his head and faced Ji Ning smiled:
"Little baby, stand back. I don't want to cause more harm to you."
After hearing this, Ji Ning and Qi Lan turned around and looked behind them, then helplessly retreated three meters away from the man in black.
The two looked at each other, both showing a trace of a wry smile.
In addition to the two of them, there were eight other people, quite a few but not too many, occupying every corner of the entire space.
No matter where the two of them go, they will be at least close to the two peerless experts. If the other party takes action, the blow to them will be devastating. At such a close distance, there is no chance to escape or fight back.
The man in black said something to them, so they subconsciously moved closer to him.
"Please don't blame me for disturbing senior Qingxiu."
Ji Ning saluted the black hill in front of him. There was no wave on the latter's stern face, and he just said calmly:
"Just wait and see."
So Ji Ning and Qi Lan really felt at ease.
At this moment, the toothless old man had also finished accumulating his spiritual energy, and Qiongqi's body suddenly ignited with fire, spreading out to the surroundings with a bang.
"Hahahaha, Ye Jiu's inheritance is mine!"
The old Taoist's laughter was very crazy. Qiongqi jumped into the air with him under him. His left hand held a mahogany sword, which was covered with yellow talisman paper and imprinted with taboo-like talismans.
"Does this crazy Taoist priest actually want to use the same method to deal with zombie ghosts to seal Ye Jiu's sword? He is too naive."
Among the crowd, the short, childish-looking boy monk smiled disdainfully.
The crazy Taoist, who has cultivated to the seventh level, is also a famous existence in the world of Daxia. He has been wandering in the ten directions all his life.
When the mad Taoist was young, he was a disciple of the Maoshan sect, the orthodox Taoist sect. He was extremely talented and had a promising future. At that time, he was expected to compete with the monsters of the righteous sect for the position of Taoist disciple in the world in the future.
In the end, because he practiced the forbidden talisman technique in private, he went crazy and killed his beloved and dozens of fellow disciples with his own hands, and then ran away.
At this point, the crazy Taoist was directly expelled from the Maoshan Sect, and was also hunted by the entire Taoist sect all year round.
However, although he is often in a semi-mad and semi-conscious state due to his obsession with madness, it is not so easy to be caught, especially since the latter also possesses a talisman ability that is astonishing to the weeping of ghosts and gods.
Even the head of the Maoshan Sect has personally admitted that his skills in talisman and seal script are far inferior to those in the same realm.
Traditional talismans and seals will exert multiple power when facing demons and evil spirits, but they will not have this effect when dealing with normal monks.
But the core of the forbidden technique practiced by the mad Taoist is that it can use some evil spell to tamper with a trace of the rules of the Tao, hiding it from the way of heaven, allowing him to write any talisman, whether it is against objects or people. Get twice the results.
Of course, the consequence of this is that he often suffers from prying eyes and scrutiny from heaven. Not everyone can bear that kind of pressure, so she goes crazy.
But no matter what, this crazy Taoist's talisman skills are indeed superb.
If that's the case, it doesn't seem impossible that the crazy Taoist would try his best to deceive the heavens and take the fairy sword white fish away as a ghost seal.
But the little boy monk didn't think that the crazy Taoist would succeed at all.
The reason is simple.
No matter how powerful the mad Taoist's magic is, his realm is only the peak realm of heaven and man. With that forbidden method, he may be able to compete with the Venerable, but it is absolutely impossible to defeat that sword.
That was Ye Jiu's sword.
The sword that inherited that person's will and killed the saint-level demon. If you don't want to recognize him as the master, who can take it away by force?
Everyone's eyes were focused on the crazy Taoist, their eyes solemn.
Everyone knows that a crazy person has little chance of success, but what if it happens?
What if he really succeeds, what should he and others do?
For a time, the atmosphere in the room became particularly tense. Several monks even secretly took out their magic weapons, quietly accumulated spiritual energy, and were ready to take action at any time.
At this time, the mad Taoist's peach wood sword also touched the fairy sword.
Those taboo talismans seemed to come alive, turning into dark lines and climbing up the rusty iron sword along the mahogany sword, intertwining and entwining on it, as if bound by a rope. , but intertwined with each other.
It seems to be carving a mark from the surface to the depths.
There were red fires burning around the crazy Taoist. His expression was crazy, and he kept mumbling something. Qiongqi below was also spitting fire, and kept tempering the fairy sword. This seemed to be the method of refining weapons. , as if it was going to be remade.
Such a method of forcing a magic weapon to endure is really rare in the world.
Just when the taboo mark was about to penetrate deep into the sword body, the surrender was successful.
In that rusty sword, a soft yet dazzling white light suddenly flashed, shattering all the black marks. Even the red flames in the air were cut by the sword light. It was broken into a hundred and eight thousand parts and annihilated in an instant.
"Pfft!"
The mad Taoist's mahogany sword was also cracked, and the original talismans on it were all shattered. He suffered a backlash and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He fell from Qiongqi's body and fell to the ground with a bang. Stop twitching.
At the same time, the nine dragon heads in mid-air seemed to be suddenly angry. Under the control of the white fish sword, they simultaneously sprayed fire at the crazy Taoist on the ground, as if to melt and kill them.
Fortunately, his mount Qiongqi was an ancient divine beast that was born with a love for fire. After he sprayed a puff of flame with his backhand to resist, he quickly retreated to the edge of the field with the crazy Taoist.
Not only that, Ji Ning also noticed carefully that the horn on the top of Qiongqi's head had actually been cut flat.
That white light, so ordinary and ordinary, actually directly severely injured the crazy Taoist and cut off all the horns of Qiongqi!
"Deserved it."
The stern man in black named Liu Qing saw this and said coldly.
"Ye Jiu guards the Demon River in southern Xinjiang and has made countless military exploits for the human race. His sword also grew up from the humblest iron sword and completely transformed after being bathed in the blood of the holy demon. "
"If you want to inherit Ye Jiu's sword, you can't succeed by using some crooked ways. You must at least have awe for it and the human race."
The tall man in black said coldly.
Ye Jiu is his old friend.
If he wasn't afraid that his rash action would disrupt the order here, cause everyone to fight, and result in no one to inherit the inheritance of his old friend, then he would have killed the crazy Taoist!
"What you said sounds nice. If you can do it, go ahead!"
The mad Taoist glared at the man with red eyes and screamed at the man. His eyes were filled with hatred and anger, but he did not dare to take action.
Because when the man was fighting with the elders of the Immortal Sect, he was also in that wilderness.
He is really no match.
It is even said that this man, who is as strong as a mountain and has a domineering and cold attitude with a knife, is probably the strongest among the ten people in the field.
The eyes of the others looking at Liu Qing were also full of fear.
His strength is obvious to all, and he seems to know Ye Jiu very well. If he comes first, if the sword really claims its master, will they take action or not?
"I'm the last one."
Unexpectedly, the cold man suddenly spoke, directly stating that he wanted to be the last one.
Liu Qing's eyes were cold, looking at the rusty white fish sword hanging in the air, and his thick fingers gently tapped on his sword gate.
Everyone in the world knows about the Southern Xinjiang Sword Immortal Ye Jiu, but few people know that there was a strange man who wielded a sword in the famous Sword Pavilion back then.
Maybe someone has heard of it.
It is said that that weirdo is not much different from Ye Jiu in age, about a generation apart, and his talent in swordsmanship is also outstanding. Even Ye Jiu praises him. The two are brothers, both teachers and friends.
However, until one day, the weirdo once again lost to Ye Jiu in a pressure battle. This was the first time he had lost, so he resolutely gave up the way of swordsmanship.
Because he knew that if he always used the sword, he would never be able to defeat Ye Jiu.
So he began to learn swordsmanship.
Starting from scratch, swinging, swinging, splitting, and slashing, it took many years to practice.
During this period, Ye Jiu became stronger and stronger, until he crossed the demon clan's thousand-mile river, killed the saint-level demon, and was promoted to the sword immortal.
He was just an unknown young monk in the art of swordsmanship.
But Ye Jiu still believed in him, and once told him with a smile that one day he would become a saint in the art of swordsmanship and have a showdown with him.
But not long after that, Ye Jiu died.
The man in black had a fierce look on his face. The muscles under his exaggerated black clothes swelled with anger. His body was even larger than Qiongqi's, squeezing Qi Lan and Ji Ning three meters away.
Everyone was startled and became alert.
But soon, the man in black's face regained its coldness, and he looked at the white fish above with complicated eyes.
He is Ye Jiu's old friend, and he gave up learning swordsmanship early.
I am not here for inheritance.
In other words, if someone can inherit Ye Jiu's inheritance, then he will be very happy and protect him. One day, when they are at the same level, they can fight it out, which can be regarded as understanding his wish.
And if no one can inherit Ye Jiu's inheritance and wants to fight for it.
Then he will take action.
Even if he were asked to give up learning swordsmanship and start learning swordsmanship again.
The man in black closed his eyes and felt silent in his heart.
What's the harm in doing it again?
