A trace of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the sinister young man.
This was not his first time entering the sword pool, but it was unheard of for him to take the initiative to embrace such a sword, let alone witness it with his own eyes.
Even if it is Jian Wuxia, a true disciple with an innate sword body, the swords in the sword pool will only act obediently and tame in front of her, and will not be brought to her on their own initiative.
"Is it really true that the sword chooses the master?"
He looked puzzled and said secretly in his heart.
As a swordsman genius of the Tianjian Sect, he came to the sword pool, wielded his sword, and said harsh words, but was suddenly intercepted by a spiritual planter!
This made him, who was always proud, unable to accept it.
"Since this sword has fallen into the hands of Junior Brother Lu, I can only give up and say goodbye."
The sinister young man snorted coldly, turned his head and entered the subtle sword energy that filled the sky, and disappeared in a few moments.
There was no way, if at the beginning, when the sword was still an ownerless thing, he could still use his superb skills to defeat Lu Xuan and win the sword.
But after the sword falls into Lu Xuan's hands, its nature will be different if it is fought for again.
From normal competitive behavior to robbery.
In the sword pool controlled by Master Jie Dan, if you take the initiative to snatch the treasures from your fellow disciples, the possibility of hiding it is extremely small, and you will probably be severely punished afterwards.
"I didn't expect you, little guy, to have very good eyesight."
Lu Xuan pulled out the third Xingyun Sword from the sheath of Yangxuan Sword and couldn't help but sigh.
The Nebula Sword is full of spirituality and ranks among the forefront among the fourth-grade flying swords. After sensing the magic of the scabbard and the breath of the same source inside, it did not go head-to-head with the Yin Vulture youth, but took the initiative to defect to the simple scabbard.
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"On the other hand, although that fellow disciple seems to have average character, he still manages to abide by the rules in the sword pool. Otherwise, if he wants to win this Nebula Sword, he will need to consume several fourth-grade sword talismans."
Lu Xuan murmured to himself, let the scabbard sense it, and headed in the direction it pointed.
Nearly an hour passed before the fourth Nebula Sword was found.
The four nebula-flowing flying swords were all inserted into the simple scabbards, making the scabbards feel painful and happy.
As the number of Nebula Swords increases, the difficulty of finding them also increases.
The time to stay in the sword pool was only half a day. During the process of searching for the sword, Lu Xuan's spiritual consciousness was greatly weakened, and his speed could not be increased too much. After all, there were subtle sword energy everywhere, and the sword energy all over the sky was moving at high speed. If Lu Xuan increased his speed too much,
If so, I'm afraid Jianguo won't even be able to react.
In addition, the sword pool was vast and vast, with an unknown depth of many miles. Lu Xuan was quite satisfied with being able to find four Nebula Swords.
The time for treasure hunting is always short, and half a day goes by in the blink of an eye.
"Okay, the time is coming, let's meet here."
Only a low voice was heard, and countless sword energies were surging in the sword pool. At the center, a huge sword energy rose into the sky like a beam of light. From any corner of the sword pool, you could see the huge beam of sword energy rising into the sky.
The subtle sword energy in the entire sword pool slowed down a lot under the deterrent of the huge sword energy light beam, and the threat to the monks in the sword pool also weakened.
When Lu Xuan and the other ten people saw this, they all used their own methods and rushed to the direction of the light pillar at full speed.
When Lu Xuan came to the light pillar, he observed his surroundings carefully, but did not see the real person Jiedan who was staying in the sword pool.
Six fellow disciples were already waiting under the pillar of light, with different expressions, including satisfaction, regret, and regret.
Lu Xuan saw Jian Wuxia standing quietly and moved closer to her.
"Senior Sister Wuxia, I have something unclear and I would like to ask Senior Sister for advice."
Lu Xuan whispered.
"Junior brother Lu, please tell me. I will tell you everything I know."
The moment Jian Wuxia opened his eyes, they were like the edge of a sword, extremely sharp. When he saw Lu Xuan, his upper eyelids drooped and his expression gradually softened.
"That's right, I know the rules for entering the sword hall. Each sword hall disciple can only master two swords at most."
"But I have a doubt. If there is a sword that is a sword formation composed of several flying swords, and if part of it is found, is it calculated as one flying sword, or multiple flying swords?"
Lu Xuan briefly introduced the situation he was facing, but did not reveal the specific information about the Nebula Sword Formation.
"Junior brother found a sword that can be used to practice sword formation? That's pretty good luck."
There was a hint of surprise in Jian Wuxia's clear words.
"Junior Brother Lu's situation is rare in Jianchi, but it still happens."
"There are many swords in the sword pool, such as mother-and-son swords, yin-yang complementary swords, and the sword formation mentioned by my junior disciple."
"They can only be considered a complete sword when they are all ready. Therefore, finding some of them, even a few flying swords, will count as a quota."
Jian Wuxia transmitted the message.
"Then I'll be relieved. Thank you, Senior Sister Wuxia, for clearing up the confusion."
Lu Xuan let out a long breath. If he violated the rules and was caught on the spot by his alchemy master uncle, the scene would not be pretty.
After the ten people gathered together, the light pillar instantly enveloped the ten people. In chaos, the ten people appeared in the familiar sword hall hall.
Lu Xuan came to the outside of the sword hall with five flying swords and took the fat bird wind falcon from the hand of a sword hall disciple.
Sitting cross-legged on the broad light green wings of the falcon, feeling the howling wind, he felt extremely happy.
Returning to the cave, he took out five fourth-grade flying swords from his storage bag and inserted the four nebula swords into the sheaths of the Yangxuan swords.
"The first thing that entered the scabbard was the Xunlei sword light without a specific form, and then came the third-grade purple electric sword, the fourth-grade wind and thunder sword, and the mysterious emerald green sword."
"Then the current fourth-grade Thunder Sound Sword, and the fourth-grade Nebula Sword with four mouths."
"The scabbard initially took the route of no flying swords and was unwilling to have anything to do with any flying swords."
"Slowly, change to the solo flying sword route. Let a certain flying sword be inserted for a certain period of time, and slowly warm up the sword body."
"Then, I kept changing the flying swords, and until now, I have a large number of spare flying swords at the same time. I can change which flying sword I want to insert."
"Unknowingly, the once simple scabbard has started its journey to the harem."
Lu Xuan looked at the stuffed ancient scabbard and was filled with emotion.
Ignoring the scabbard and its harem swords, Lu Xuan took the Thunder Sound Sword to a remote corner of the mountain.
After passing through the pink miasma that caused many distracting thoughts, Lu Xuan came to a strange-shaped bamboo.
The main trunk of the bamboo is like crystal jade. At the junction with the spiritual soil, a large number of well-developed rhizomes protrude from the soil, densely packed together, and each rhizome has a series of tiny cracks.
As soon as Lu Xuan appeared, many cracks opened one after another, and countless noisy and strange sounds rushed into his ears, making him feel dizzy.
Just when Lu Xuan was about to cast a purifying spell to calm down, a gray vine quickly crawled out from the pink miasma. Countless slender roots were like gray tentacles, blocking all the cracks on the bamboo roots without missing a single one.
