Chapter 687 No one can take away what belongs to Qingxi
Feng Xiatian calmly glanced at the jade plate that Gu Qingxi had just inserted the key into, and then he was shocked to find that both the jade plate and the key were slowly turning into ashes at this moment, and disappeared without a trace when the wind blew.
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"Well, our friend opened it." Feng Xiantian replied to Qiu Cheng at this time.
After saying that, Feng Xiatian stepped back and found a place to meditate. Liao Kong also closed his eyes and meditated beside him, waiting for Gu Qingxi to come out.
Qiu Chengzhi also sat next to Feng Xiantian and said, "Now I kind of believe what you said before."
"What are you talking about?" Feng Xiatian asked in confusion.
"What you said about your friend being very strong." Qiu Chengzhi shook his head and said, "If she wasn't strong, how could it cause such a change? I'm kind of looking forward to what she will bring out from it. Oh, don't get me wrong.
Ah, I'm really just looking forward to it. In this sword tomb, I think it's good to find a sword that is destined to me, and snatch other people's swords. I despise this behavior!"
Feng Xiatian didn't speak, but looked up at the passage in the middle of the cliff, with some expectation in her eyes.
He was also somewhat looking forward to what kind of sword Gu Qingxi would bring out.
Feng Xiantian turned to look at Qiu Chengzhi and smiled: "I can see that you are not that kind of person."
"Hey, it's because I'm a good person." Qiu Chengzhi bared his teeth and smiled.
After many monks saw that the cliff had not changed much, some of them continued to look for swords suitable for themselves on the cliff, while others were thinking of ways to break the barrier and go in to find out what was going on.
Feng Xiatian and Kong didn't panic at all. They knew that no one except Qing Xi could enter that barrier.
No one can take away what belongs to Qingxi!
I just don’t know how long it will take Qingxi to go in this time.
Half a day? A day? Or more?
As a result, an hour later, Gu Qingxi's figure appeared in the passage.
Feng Xiatian and Kong hurriedly stood up and went to greet him.
Other monks also discovered Gu Qingxi's figure, and many people gathered around him.
Some of these monks are simply curious, but they are only a minority.
Most people have evil eyes, full of inquiry, greed, and schemes.
When Gu Qingxi just walked out of the barrier, two monks stood in front of Gu Qingxi. They looked cold and said to Gu Qingxi in a domineering tone: "Whatever you got inside, hand it over."
Gu Qingxi's voice was cold: "Want to grab it?"
"It comes to those who are capable. If it is a good weapon, then it is naturally worthy of a stronger person." A male cultivator standing in front of Gu Qingxi looked at Gu Qingxi with contempt and said this
A few words.
Feng Xiantian was just about to open her mouth and scold this man for his shamelessness. He could still steal people's things in such a high-sounding manner! Extremely shameless!
This time, Gu Qingxi didn't say a word. Instead, she drew her sword at an extremely fast speed and slashed at the male cultivator.
The huge spiritual power wrapped around the sword energy, like thunder and heavy rain, struck the male cultivator fiercely. The male cultivator did not recover at all at this moment, and the other person had already flown out.
And half of his shoulder was almost completely cut off, and blood spattered in mid-air, which was shocking. The defensive magic weapon on his body flashed with a white light before he flew out, and then was destroyed.
He hit the ground hard, passed out, and did not move again.
The monk who blocked Gu Qingxi with him looked at this scene in horror and subconsciously stepped back.
He didn't understand that the little girl in front of him was only in the early stage of Jindan, but the sword she swung seriously injured his senior brother.
And his senior brother was even helpless.
With just one sword strike, this little girl was killed.
"This is the sword I got inside, come and grab it if you can." Gu Qingxi raised the sword in his hand and said with a cold face.
At this moment, the sword raised in Gu Qingxi's hand suddenly shone with cold light, and a strange halo seemed to surround the whole body. The hilt was pitch black, and it looked like a rare and good sword.
As Qing Xi shouted angrily, the sword in her hand seemed to feel her anger, and it buzzed, and the white light became even brighter.
"God, divine weapon?" A monk looked at the sword in Gu Qingxi's hand in disbelief, feeling the power of the sword, and lost his voice.
"Impossible, where did the artifact from the Eternal Sword Tomb come from?" Another monk immediately retorted.
"But, it really seems to be a divine weapon..." Some other monks said uncertainly after carefully arguing.
"How is it possible? How is it possible?" Some monks stared at this scene and felt it was incredible.
"She is only in the early stage of the Golden Core. The monk is at least in the late stage of the Golden Core. But she killed the late stage monk with one sword. If the sword is not a divine weapon, how should we explain it?"
"Yes, there has never been any change in the cliff. Since this sword was obtained from that place, it must be unusual. It is not a divine weapon but a semi-divine weapon."
Many monks discussed it, but no one dared to act rashly.
After all, the person who was the first to say something and wanted to snatch the sword was still lying there covered in blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Qiu Chengzhi looked at this scene and his mouth formed an O shape. He now completely believed what Feng Xiantian and the others said before.
The girl he thought was pretty and delicate was half right, she was really pretty, but she was not delicate at all.
He is really the kind of cruel person who beats people until they kneel down and call them daddy!
Gu Qingxi glanced at the crowd, remained silent, held the sword, and walked slowly out of the crowd.
Wherever she went, the monks all backed away to make way for her. It was really the invisible courage that this young female monk gave them that was so frightening that they retreated unknowingly.
Feng Xiatian and Kong followed behind Gu Qingxi and also wanted to leave.
At this moment, a monk behind could no longer hold back: "It's an artifact. Are you just watching the artifact being taken away so easily, completely indifferent? Let's all come together, she is alone, what are we afraid of?"
Ah? Grab it first, and the one who can get it will get it."
The monks looked at each other, the greed in their eyes no longer concealable.
Divine weapon, this is a sacred weapon!
Who can withstand such temptation!
I don’t know if the artifact has recognized its owner. Even if it has recognized its owner, the artifact can still lose its owner and then claim another owner!
For a moment, these monks couldn't bear it any longer. They drew out their swords one after another and were about to swarm up and attack.
At this moment, Gu Qingxi turned around suddenly, suddenly raised the sword in her hand, her eyes became a little ethereal at this moment, her red lips opened lightly, her voice was cold, and she uttered two words in a low voice:
"Here comes the sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the swords around him began to tremble.
All the swords stuck on the cliff, including all the swords held by the monks.
At this moment, all the swords around them trembled as if they heard some kind of call, no, more like they heard some kind of command!