The silk of the Xilu Sword was erratic, forward and backward, left and right, all changing. Pu Tianwei ignored it, lowered his eyes, and didn't even look at it. Seeing him being so confident, Mo Anchuan felt unsure and frowned.

He frowned slightly, waved his fingers together, and activated the second strand of sword thread, echoing each other, and rushed in front of Pu Tianwei.

The gray strange insect suddenly raised its head, as if a glutton had smelled delicious food. One end split into two strands, like a small mouth. He sucked in as hard as he could, and the deer-washing sword silk was involuntarily brought forward, and it bit him.

, swallowing it into its belly inch by inch, struggling desperately, sometimes twisting around, sometimes beating the opponent desperately, but unable to get rid of it, and was finally swallowed up by it.

Mo Anchuan was horrified. He reached out and tried to withdraw the remaining strand of sword silk, but he was already half a beat too late. The strange insect seemed to have received a huge boost of energy. It was full of energy and jumped forward suddenly, taking a sip.

Bite the sword wire, drag it and suck it into your belly like eating noodles.

Sword silk versus sword silk, strong and weak judgments, there is no trickery. Mo Anchuan's face is extremely ugly, Xilu Jiansi is good at changing, but he can't escape the random sucking of a strange insect, and the most worried nightmare has become a reality. Pu Tianwei

With so much confidence, could it be that when he swung the evil-repelling sword, what was released was not the sword thread, but the sword spirit whose intelligence had been opened?

"This is... the evil-fighting sword spirit?" Mo Anchuan's voice was extremely bitter. It was a small matter to lose face in front of everyone, but impulsively disobeying Pu Tianwei was a huge disaster.

After swallowing two strands of sword silk, the strange insect swelled a little, its head and eyes were blurred, and it became a little smaller. It was still not satisfied, and nodded at Mo Anchuan repeatedly, as if it still had more to say. Mo Anchuan was secretly alert, and his heart went straight down.

Shen suspected that Park Tianwei would kill him to establish his authority.

There was silence in the Erxiang Palace, and all eyes turned to the gray strange insect. No one dared to say whether it was the legendary sword spirit or whether Park Tianwei had taken that step.

Ding Yuan took half a step forward and stood behind his senior brother. He was a simple-minded man and said, "Besides giving up the sword, he has nothing to offer." However, his senior brother was following his lead. Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, he couldn't help but be eager to try.

Pu Tianwei did have the intention to establish his authority. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ding Yuan, "Elder Ding, are you willing to give it a try?"

Ding Yuan thought for a while and said: "Just try it once, you have to be careful." He took out the Seven Virtues Sword from the sword bag and waved it casually. The sword edge moved an inch, and there was a "buzz" sound from the sword, and the whole hall was full of people.

A strong wind blew, and Mo Anchuan was very close. His right arm trembled, and the stone sword in the Buddha's hand was caught by the sound of the sword. His five fingers suddenly straightened, and he lost control for a moment.

Junior Brother's Seven Virtues Sword has been refined to this extent?

Ding Yuan walked out from behind his senior brother and babbled: "This sword was made from persimmon wood by my Kunlun ancestor. Persimmon has seven virtues: one tree has many lives, two leaves have many shades, three have no bird's nest, four have few insect beetles, and five frosts

The leaves can be played with, six guests can eat, and the seven fallen leaves are plump, so it is called the Seven Virtues Sword. Among the five elements, gold is the master of killing, and wood is the master of hair growth. The Seven Virtues Sword is very different from the ordinary metal flying sword..."

Mo Anchuan interrupted him and said, "Junior brother, stop nagging. If you want to take action, take action without saying a few words!"

Ding Yuan smiled and said: "Persimmon has seven virtues, and the tree grows hair." He shook the Seven Virtues Sword, and in an instant, the flying sword disintegrated into countless blue sword threads, flying all over the sky, intertwining into an airtight tower.

The cage traps the strange insects inside.

He practices the Qing Ming Jue, which is called "Fan Cong" when he makes a move. The Qing Ming Jue ranks first among the four Kunlun techniques and is all-encompassing. "Shoot the Sun" drives away flying swords, "Split the Sky" drives away sword light, and "Thousand Blades" drives away sword energy.

, "Fan Cong" drives the sword silk, it is said that when you practice it to the deepest depths, you can use the sword to break the sword light, use the sword light to break the sword energy, use the sword energy to break the sword silk, which is far superior to all other sword techniques.

Ding Yuan didn't have as much thought as Mo Anchuan. He was really just happy to see the hunter and tried the sword. "Fan Cong" went towards the strange insect transformed by the sword silk without any intention of hurting anyone. Pu Tianwei knew it well.

, among the three of Mo, Ding, and Shi, Ding Yuan has the highest cultivation level. If he can be defeated, the dust has settled in the Erxiang Palace today. However, whether he can do it or not is not up to him.

The name of that inconspicuous strange insect is "Tianlu". It is really the sword spirit of the evil sword. However, the sword spirit has become spiritual and often does its own thing and does not listen to orders. You will know this when you look at the Qingming Festival.

He steals Taoist Ziyang's elixirs as snacks, and sneaks down the mountain to play whenever he gets the chance... He just broke through the Sword Spirit Pass not long ago, and he doesn't have much control over "Tianlu".

Tianlu was trapped in the cage made of Qingming Sword Silk, like a mouse falling into a rice vat. He opened his mouth and ate happily, and strands of Qingming Sword Silk disappeared into his mouth, watching it expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gradually the appearance of a woman appeared, with horns on her head, naked body, a deer's body below the navel, wind on her four hooves, and her advance and retreat were like lightning.

Ding Yuan shook his head. The Qingming Sword Silk was indestructible. Even if the Seven Virtues Sword was not known for its sharpness, it would not be reduced to such a situation. Only the sword spirit could eat the sword silk.

For a moment, Mo Anchuan lost all hope. He put his hand on Ding Yuan's shoulder and sighed: "Junior brother, stop, we admit defeat!"

Ding Yuan always obeyed his senior brother's advice. He immediately activated Qing Ming Jue and retracted all the sword wires, gathering them into a Seven Virtues sword. It was incomplete from tip to hilt, and it was obviously badly damaged.

Mo Anchuan straightened his clothes, stepped forward, bowed and saluted, and said solemnly: "Mo from the Sword Control Sect has met Master Pu, please atone for your sins!" He bent down and lowered his head, waiting for the master's decision. He did not straighten his head again.

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