The sword was unsheathed, and the dark green light was moved by Ye Xiaochuan's thoughts, faintly emanating from the ancient inscriptions in the sword body. The familiar but slightly cool feeling came from the sword.
It was introduced into his body and seemed to be integrated into the blood and even bone marrow in his body.
Ye Xiaochuan suddenly discovered that his ability to sense the mysterious Wufeng ancient sword seemed to have become stronger after the battle with Sun Yao ended and he woke up from coma, and he could control it more easily, just like that bloodline
The feeling of connection is a little deeper.
The battle was about to begin, but he looked at the edgeless ancient sword that exuded a dark green luster. The dreamlike man in white appeared in his mind at an inappropriate time, and the words that the handsome and extraordinary man in white sang before he disappeared seemed to be echoing in his ears.
Sad poem.
The edgeless sword, the thought of cutting through the dust, can be cut continuously in three lives and seven lifetimes.
Reincarnation is painful, beauty is far away, no one will accompany you on the road to the end of the world.
The beauty has died and the flowers have faded. I only want to sleep with you forever.
The sky is vast and the mortal world is noisy. What does immortality have to do with me?
A pot of wine and a sword, why is it so difficult?
In the dream, the sad but soul-stirring singing voice of the man in white lingered in his ears for a long time. It seemed that there was a mysterious magic power in this ancient sword. Every time he saw the sword without edge, he couldn't help but think of the man in white.
Sometimes, even he himself couldn't tell whether the mysterious white space was a dream or the spirit-gathering circle that really existed in the Wufeng Ancient Sword.
Suddenly, in this flash of lightning, a broken memory flashed across Ye Xiaochuan's mind, and his expression immediately changed!
That was the critical period of his fight with Sun Yao. The moment he faced Sun Yao's powerful Qiankun sword attack, he clearly felt that the edgeless ancient sword in his hand was shaking violently. When he lowered his head to look at the ancient sword
At the same time, his own blood was quickly integrated into the sword body.
"This sword! It can suck the essence and blood of living people!"
This thought flashed past, but to Ye Xiaochuan it was like a bolt from the blue!
In fact, this fragment that flashes in the memory is not the first time Wu Feng absorbs his blood.
In Si Guo Cliff a few months ago, Ye Xiaochuan was eager for quick success, and when his cultivation was not enough, he forcibly practiced the texts on the cliff walls. As a result, he could not control his spiritual power and became possessed.
At that time, a mouthful of blood essence sprayed onto the hilt of the Wufeng Divine Sword. It was the hilt of the Wufeng Divine Sword that absorbed the mouthful of his blood essence and completed the ritual of dripping blood to recognize the master, thus helping him to save his life.
Go through dangerous situations.
It's just that when Ye Xiaochuan was in a coma, he didn't see the Excalibur sucking the essence and blood of living people.
Standing on the ring at this moment, looking at Wu Feng in his hand, he suddenly remembered that when he was fighting with Sun Yao, at the last moment, the divine sword quickly absorbed his own blood.
Vampire?
Where is the evil magic weapon in the righteous way that sucks the essence and blood of living people? Only demons from the Demon Cult have always used this kind of evil magic weapon!
Ye Xiaochuan was shocked and even a little scared at this moment!
In fact, he doesn't have enough experience, and not all blood-sucking magic weapons are crooked.
In the world of cultivation, there is a type of magic weapon that has too strong spiritual power and is very difficult for cultivators to control. It can only be activated by using blood as a medium and completing the blood-dropping ceremony to identify its master.
This type of magic weapon is collectively called a blood-refining magic weapon. Because the material requirements are extremely strict, there are very few blood-refining magic weapons that have been spread throughout the world. There are only a few blood-refining magic weapons in the entire Cangyun Sect.
The Zhanchen handle in Yun Qiyou's hand could only be activated after he shed blood and recognized its master.
Ye Xiaochuan was young and had little experience. He had no idea about blood refining magic weapons. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that his magic sword could suck the essence and blood of living people, and he was shocked.
Under the ring, everyone saw Ye Xiaochuan draw out the fairy sword, and suddenly he was in a daze looking at the ancient cyan sword in his hand. Then his expression changed rapidly, as if he was thinking about something scary.
After a while, Chen Mo couldn't help coughing.
Slowly said: "Junior brother Ye, can we start now?"
Ye Xiaochuan's body shook violently, and his mind, which had been silent in fear, seemed to be brought back to reality by a strong force.
He raised his head and looked at Chen Mo, suddenly showing a trace of confusion.
After a moment, he said: "Senior Brother Chen, be careful!"
After saying that, he followed the sword and stabbed Chen Mo on the opposite side.
Chen Mo's fairy sword was unsheathed, and the green sword light swept up, blocking Ye Xiaochuan's sword attack, and then backhand to attack Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan returned his sword to parry, and the two exchanged dozens of moves with their swords on the ring.
Because of Ye Xiaochuan's mental turmoil at the moment, the bloodthirsty image of the divine sword flashed repeatedly in his mind, and he was a little distracted. His mysterious invisible phantom movement skills were not used at all, and he was immediately suppressed by the green fairy sword in Chen Mo's hand.
Don't start.
Outside the Kun position arena, in the corner where the disciples were gathered, several female disciples from Yuanshui Xiaozhu were standing on the periphery of the crowd.
Yang Liudi frowned, looked at the two people who were fighting each other on the ring, and said: "What's going on with this little slick guy? The sword skills and body skills he used today are obviously much different from those in the first round against Hu Daoxin? Could it be that
Is this his conspiracy again?"
Ning Xiangruo said: "It looks like to me. His opponent, Junior Sister Yuan Quan, surrendered without a fight in the last round. Even if the battle with Sun Yao was excessive, it has been several days and it is time to recover. Why?
All of a sudden, it seems that his moral skills have dropped sharply. In the melee battle, it is not as good as the one against Hu Daoxin. This kid must be holding something bad in his heart."
Almost everyone could tell that something was wrong with Ye Xiaochuan's competition today. Close combat should be his specialty. However, when Ye Xiaochuan was fighting against Chen Mo in close combat, his mysterious, invisible, and elusive movements were not there at all.
The speed of his attacks, the power and power of each sword were far inferior to his performance against Hu Daoxin in the first round.
Yun Qiyou, who had an indifferent face, looked at Ye Xiaochuan being suppressed in the ring. There was a trace of suspicion in her eyes, and then there was a faint worry.
She was not worried about Ye Xiaochuan's defeat, but was worried about other things.
She knew Ye Xiaochuan's behavior more or less. In this top ten fate-determining fighting competition, Ye Xiaochuan could not preserve his strength or hold other bad ideas in his heart as several senior sisters around him said. But at this moment, Ye Xiaochuan
what's going on?
Only a few people noticed that when Ye Xiaochuan took out the blue fairy sword in his hand, his expression obviously changed drastically. First he was sad, and then he was afraid.
Ye Xiaochuan seemed to be afraid of the sword in his hand!
It was precisely because Ye Xiaochuan was mentally unstable and faced with Chen Mo, who had a slightly higher level of cultivation than him, that he was immediately at a disadvantage.
Yun Qiyou didn't know why she was worried about Ye Xiaochuan, a person she was not very familiar with. She had never even thought that she, who had always been a loner, would worry about others.
The other person was just a fifteen or sixteen year old boy.
