There was a deep orchid magic bead floating on his head, exuding a dark demonic aura, which seemed to contain endless magic power, making people yearn for it.
There is no doubt that this magic bead is the most precious treasure of the Demon Sect - [Evil Emperor's Relic].
Around him, there were various gold and silver treasures scattered on the ground.
The man is handsome, dressed in dark blue-purple clothes and a red cloak.
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating, constantly absorbing the terrifying demonic power of the magic beads.
His body was like a bottomless black hole, continuously absorbing the magic power of the [Evil Emperor's Relic]...
This person is the peerless genius that Zhu Youji has been looking for for a long time - Ning Zhihu.
And around Ning Zhihu, there were many people in the world gathered.
They were in small groups, all with greedy expressions on their faces, staring intently at the magic bead on Ning Zhihu's head, as if they would take action at any time.
In addition to these unidentified people in the world, those gathered at the Royal Treasure House at this moment include Song Miaosong from the Wudang Sect, Ling Yun from the Emei Sect, You Yeshan, the ninth-grade master of the Xingxiu Sect, Yan Sanniang, who is hiding his identity, and The mysterious warrior Lin Ye and others.
It can be said that except for the Qingcheng faction, Zhu Youji and his party, as well as Gu Shaotang, Buludu and others, basically everyone came.
Compared with that demonic sword of unknown power, this [Evil Emperor Relic] is the target of most of them.
Moreover, just when everyone heard those words and the special scene, it was obvious that someone had already taken action on the magic sword.
Combined with the disappearance of Zhu Youji and Ding Xiu, everyone knew that the magic sword might have fallen into Zhu Youji's hands.
In other words, if even Zhu Youji, a ninth-grade swordsman, can't solve it, they might just be giving food away.
"Hey, we have never seen this guy before, and he is not a person who survived in the Longmen Inn. He is not from the same group as us. Instead of letting him absorb the magic power of the magic bead, it is better for us to kill him together, and then discuss the magic bead. Who owns the beads?"
A person from the Jianghu community drew out a dark golden sword, sneered and made a suggestion.
This suggestion was approved by the vast majority of people.
Ling Yun, the senior sister of the Emei Sect, frowned, looked at Song Miaosong beside her, and whispered: "Mr. Song, what do you think?"
Song Miaosong looked calm and responded softly: "This person has magic skills and is not a member of our famous sect. Moreover, he sneaked here secretly, and I am afraid he came here for the [Evil Emperor's Relic]. He is probably a member of the Kunlun Demon Cult."
"He has already caused public outrage, and there is no need for us to become the target of public criticism for his sake."
Song Miaosong's answer was very rational. Although he was quite famous in the world, had a good reputation, and often acted chivalrously, it did not mean that he was a good man.
The master once taught him that since ancient times, good and evil have not been mutually exclusive, and he should not feel pity when facing the people of the devil's sect.
"Hey, kid, don't blame us. If you want to blame us, blame you for taking something that doesn't belong to you!!"
A martial artist sneered, drew out a dark golden sword, activated his true energy, leaped into the air, and struck out with a sharp sword light towards Ning Zhihu who was practicing.
"call!"
The sharp sword light flashed away. The crescent-shaped sword light cut through the air and made a sound of breaking through the air. It was about to hit Ning Zhihu...
At this moment, a figure moved.
A mysterious and mysterious charm surged out as the figure appeared.
A ray of sword light cut through the sky, directly defeating the sword light.
A figure, holding a sky-blue sword, stood in front of Ning Zhihu.
This woman is of outstanding grace and beauty, proud of the snow and plum blossoms, her face covered by a light gauze, just like the fairy Ling Chen in the painting, she dare not look directly at her.
"Hey! This sword!"
Song Miaosong frowned slightly, showing surprise. He could tell at a glance that this sword was extraordinary.
The long sword in the woman's hand is completely blue, with a crystal clear sapphire inlaid in the center of the hilt. There is a light chill on the sword body, and the chill condenses the water vapor in the air, gradually forming a light mist.
A sword with its own chill?
The man in the world had a gloomy face, stared at the woman in front of him, and said coldly: "Little lady, what do you mean?"
The man in the world who was looking at the woman also discovered this special sword, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly restrained himself. Compared with this woman, the [Evil Emperor's Relic] behind her was the real treasure.
"You can't move this person."
The woman looked at the man in front of her coldly, her voice was as cold as jade hitting, ice hitting a cold pool.
This person is none other than Yan Sanniang, who has been hiding her identity.
"I can't move?"
"Hahaha..." The man holding a dark golden sword suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. The ridicule and murderous intent in his eyes were undisguised, and he sneered: "Little lady, protecting people also depends on their strength. Here
There are so many ninth-grade masters, do you think you can protect him?"
"The rivers and lakes are very deep, and you still can't grasp them!"
"Die to me!!"
"Huang Sha Sword Technique!!"
The man moved, and waved the dark golden long sword in his hand in the air. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and in conjunction with the movements of his feet, he stirred up waves of sand and dust, covering his figure, and suddenly rushed towards Yan Sanniang.
A group of people from all walks of life were also eager to try. They drew their weapons and wanted to step forward and besiege Yan Sanniang.
Lin Ye, a mysterious warrior on the side, suddenly said: "The Yellow Sand Sword Technique is a relatively famous sword technique in the Mobei Jianghu. It uses the rolling yellow sand of Mobei as the core to create the sword technique. When the sword is used,
, the yellow sand is rolling, and there is no light from the sword."
"As soon as the sword flashed, the head fell to the ground!"
When Ling Yun heard this, he unconsciously became nervous. For some reason, Ling Yun always felt that this strange woman was very familiar to her, and she had a sense of deja vu.
Yan Sanniang faced the yellow sand that blocked her sight, her expression unchanged. She slowly closed her eyes, and the Ice Soul Sword in her hand hung by her side, motionless.
In front of her eyes, everything went dark for an instant.
"Die to me!!"
Seeing Yan Sanniang closing her eyes, as if accepting her fate, the smile on the corners of the martial arts man's mouth became even brighter. The greed and desire in his eyes were almost revealed, and the long knife in his hand was swung faster, pointing directly at Yan Sanniang.
At the throat, it seemed that he wanted to cut off Yan Sanniang's throat with a knife and cut off Yan Sanniang's head!!
Yan Sanniang listened to the sound of breaking through the air getting closer and closer, her heart stopped, and she recalled that she once practiced at the mountaintop manor.
Heart sword!
Dream sword!
In the pitch-black darkness, a glimmer of light gradually emerged.
The outline of the strange Jianghu guest's knife-wielding movements gradually emerged...
The action of waving the knife, the action of striding forward, and even the ferocious sneer on the face are all clearly visible under the slow-motion trajectory of the mind's eye.
Yan Sanniang also moved.
The Ice Soul Sword was rotated backhand, and a biting blue light flashed away.
In everyone's surprised eyes, a sky-blue sword passed straight through the man's chest.
"Pfft!"
The blood stained the man's clothes, and he still had a ferocious smile on his face, but he could no longer step forward.
The man's expression froze, and he looked down blankly. A sword hole appeared on his chest. The area around the sword hole was filled with cold air, which seemed to have condensed on the wound, preventing blood from splattering out.
"This... how... is this possible..."
"boom!"
The man completely collapsed, and there was no chance of him surviving for half a day.
"This sword..."
Song Miaosong's eyes lit up, and his previously calm expression also changed.
Song Miaosong was extremely talented in swordsmanship, and he saw some clues about Yan Sanniang's sword.
The seemingly slow and ordinary sword moves contain a special artistic conception!
This extremely special artistic conception is very strange. It is not simply slow, or simply fast.
It seems to be somewhere between fast and slow, at a very special boundary.
This is Schrödinger’s cat-like swordsmanship!
It can be fast or slow, big or small, the changes are endless.
If I had to describe it, it would be Xumi Mustard Seed, which can accommodate thousands of people.
It was clearly a sword, but at the moment when the sword was drawn, at least ten different sword moves appeared!
It's really amazing to merge ten swords into one sword!
Seeing this, a group of people from all walks of life quickly stopped.
They originally wanted to go forward, besiege Yan Sanniang together, and separate her Ice Soul Sword and the [Evil Emperor Relic] behind her.
But seeing that Yan Sanniang killed this seventh-level warrior with one sword strike, they hesitated again.
It is their nature to bully the weak and fear the strong and only seek profit.
If the risk is too great, they are unwilling to take the risk.
At this moment, a thin man wearing a green shirt, green gloves on his hands, a half-mask on his face, and gray hair on his temples, crossed his arms over his chest, stared at Yan Sanniang indifferently, and said
: "Go away, don't waste time, protect him with your seventh-grade cultivation? You are not qualified!"
The man in green shirt didn't want to be the one who stood out. He originally planned to take advantage of everyone to take action together and directly steal the [Evil Emperor's Relic] and run away while they were fighting.
But I didn’t expect these quacks to be so useless!
A seventh-level swordsman is as afraid of snakes and scorpions, which is simply ridiculous!
If it weren't for Wudang Song Miaosong, Emei Lingyun, and Lin Ye who couldn't tell the truth, he would have killed them all long ago!
The faces of all the warriors changed slightly, they all recognized this person.
"Head of Xingxiu Sect, traveling in the mountains at night?"??