The armor on the figure was obviously different from the scattered armors. Not only was it black and transparent, but there was also a faint stream of light flashing through it.
The figure's sitting posture is very domineering, with a big golden sword and a huge black sword stuck at his feet, holding the hilt in one hand, giving him a domineering air of dominion over the world.
Everyone's eyes were attracted to the giant sword in the figure's hand.
The light in each of their eyes is getting hotter and hotter.
I hadn't realized it just now, but this giant sword was like a high-grade spiritual weapon. However, it didn't emit any fluctuations because its own sword spirit was either sleeping or seriously injured.
But when everyone's attention is focused on it, no matter how weak the spiritual energy fluctuation is, how can it escape everyone's eyes.
"9 Nether Cold Iron, my God, this armor is actually made of 9 Nether Cold Iron. I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich..." Cang Yuanzi, who had been collecting the scattered armor with all his heart, his eyes burst out when he saw the armor.
The dazzling light is like an ordinary person winning a billion dollar jackpot.
"9 Nether Cold Iron?" Ye Xiu frowned. Although he had unparalleled combat power, he didn't understand anything about these magic weapon materials.
In fact, not only him, but also many people present had never heard of 9 You Han Tie, but everyone who heard this name was confused.
"This 9 Nether Cold Iron is rumored to produce 9 Nether Hell. It is extremely rare in the world of cultivation. Not only is it extremely strong, it also has the ability to absorb souls. Any magical weapon only needs to hold a little bit of 9 Nether Cold Iron to have a lot of energy.
There is a high chance that a weapon spirit will be born. If all this armor is dismantled and used to refine magic weapons, tens of thousands of spiritual weapons can be refined..." Seeing Ye Xiu not knowing how precious 9 Nether Cold Iron is, Qian Yun stood aside.
Zi immediately opened his mouth to explain.
Although Ye Xiu had no interest in these materials, his heart trembled when he heard that tens of thousands of spiritual weapons could be refined.
Normally, these monks would fight to the death for a single spiritual weapon, but these are tens of thousands of spiritual weapons?
Even though a lot of other materials are needed, this is one of the main materials that can produce weapon spirits. How valuable is this armor?
In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire scene changed, and everyone's eyes suddenly turned red.
Many people's breathing became even more rapid. These people were all casual cultivators. They came to this secret realm hoping to find their own opportunities. This time they entered this city and paid most of their previous gains.
Nowadays, not many people have something decent in their hands, but if they can get this armor, then what is the entry fee paid before?
With the value of this armor, even if everyone present shared it, it would be enough for them to recoup their capital and make a lot of money.
"Brothers, our trip has finally been worthwhile. I will keep this armor first. After we get out, we can all distribute it together..." Feng Qingyang came to his senses immediately and greeted everyone,
He was the first to rush towards the armor.
It's better for him to keep such a priceless thing. As long as he gets this armor, it doesn't matter whether he wants other magic weapons or not.
Of course, although I wanted to take this armor for myself in my heart, I couldn't say that with my mouth.
The others were stunned and secretly scolded Feng Qingyang for being despicable. A few people with similar cultivation levels to Feng Qingyang even wanted to step forward to fight for the armor together, but they saw two gleams suddenly light up in the eyes of the motionless armored figure.
With a faint blue light, he instantly pulled out the giant sword that was stuck on the ground, and slashed out with one strike at Feng Qingyang who was rushing towards him. ぷ999小@first said
There was no flash of sword light, no sword energy flying around. No one in the room, except Ye Xiu, even saw the trajectory of the armor's sword. They only saw Feng Qingyang's body suddenly split into two halves.
A three-foot-tall Nascent Soul broke out of its body, let out a miserable cry, and soared into the sky. It was about to escape, but the armored swordsman waved the giant sword in his hand again, and the Yuan Ying flew out.
The baby was instantly cut into pieces.
The swordsman sucked in a big mouth, and a huge suction force came, directly sucking Feng Qingyang's Nascent Soul fragment into his mouth, and the flames in his eyes suddenly shined brightly.
Time seemed to stop at this moment, and everyone looked at everything with horror on their faces.
Feng Qingyang was a master in the late stage of Yuanying, and he had several powerful magic weapons on his body, but he was killed by the swordsman in an instant, and even Yuanying could not escape.
Isn't this too scary?
The masters who wanted to compete with Feng Qingyang for armor immediately stopped and threw out their best magic weapon, but the ghost swordsman didn't look at it and just waved it with one hand.
The great sword in.
An invisible sword energy was slashed out, and the few magic weapons of relatively low grade were all chopped into pieces by this sword and exploded before they even had time to exert their power.
"Pfft!" These masters of the late Nascent Soul spurted out a mouthful of blood. If they dared to continue attacking, they immediately retreated. The ghost swordsman had already swung his sword again.
Another sword energy flashed through.
These three late Nascent Soul masters, whose strength was similar to Feng Qingyang's, were also cut in half.
Three Nascent Souls broke out of the body and fled outside at full speed.
Perhaps he was full, or perhaps he had consumed a lot of energy by swinging his sword continuously. The ghost swordsman did not stop the three Nascent Souls from escaping. He just looked at everyone coldly and stuck the giant sword on the ground again.
The blue flame in his eyes gradually extinguished and returned to its previous appearance.
Everyone was frightened and felt a cold feeling behind their backs.
This armor is actually a living creature?
But why doesn't he continue to take action even though he has such terrifying strength?
Could it be that his attack range is limited? Will he attack only when he steps into his attack range?
Everyone looked at the armored swordsman nervously.
I want to escape from here immediately, but I can't bear to part with this armor made entirely of 9 Youhan Iron.
The three Nascent Souls who were lucky enough to escape looked back and found that the swordsman was not chasing them. They stopped one after another and were suspended in mid-air, looking at the direction of the armored swordsman with lingering fear.
Their bodies had fallen to the ground, withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the magic weapons and materials they had found among them also fell to the ground.
But at this moment, no one dares to step forward?
What should we do? Do you and others just watch a golden mountain in front of you? But you can only give up?
Not to mention these three masters who lost their bodies, even the others were filled with unwillingness.
At this moment, a slender figure strode forward and rushed towards the ghost swordsman...