Chapter two thousand eight hundred and eighteen in the mountains
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"That token of the other side... seems to be the mysterious spirit of pansy!"
"Isn't Xu Youwei's token of the other side the bloody hand?"
"Last year he went to the Hidden Temple and accidentally obtained this token of the other side!"
Among all tokens of the other side, the mysterious ones are the most special.
Many mysterious tokens from the other side often have some incredible abilities. If used properly, they are almost impossible to crack!
Looking at Xu Youwei's three-color long sword, Luo Zheng did not hesitate at all. He stretched out his hand and waved it gently, and the Youxue Sword was already in his hand.
Although there are thirty-three heavens on the other side, it is generally divided into three realms, and everyone is a person in the color realm.
Although Xu Youwei has entered the thirteenth heaven, the token of the other side that Luo Zheng fused is also the thirteenth heaven, but Luo Zheng's soul cultivation is not as good as Xu Youwei's, so he may not be able to fight.
And Luo Zheng also has his own trump card.
Seeing that a fierce fight was about to break out between these two people, no one else in the hall intervened to stop them.
The people who stand on Xu Youwei's side will not say anything. They hope that Xu Youwei will kill Luo Zheng with one sword, and those who are neutral do not want to miss this opportunity to watch the fun.
Luo Zheng also firmly told Ling Shuang and the people of the Xinliu Sword Sect that he had to face it alone, and it was difficult for them to come forward.
"Wow..."
As Xu Youwei gently raised the three-color sword, the faint afterimage of the three colors formed a strange pattern. Just when he was about to launch an offensive, a thin thread suddenly came from behind him.
The silk thread gently wound around the three-color long sword, and the light on the three-color long sword dimmed instantly. It was a young woman with a ponytail.
Behind this young woman, there were several people following.
"Qishan Xiaohui was originally a festive day. It is not appropriate to use swords and guns here." The young woman waved her hand gently. Under the tug of the invisible thread, Xu Youwei's long sword flew out of his hand and fell directly.
In her hands.
At the same time, Luo Zheng also felt that his hand was empty, and a snow sword flew out and also fell into her hand.
The young woman walked up to Xu Youwei, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and the tip of the sword in the other. She handed the long sword to Xu Youwei and warned at the same time: "If you want to take action, let's talk after the Qishan meeting."
Then she also walked up to Luo Zheng, handed the snow sword to Luo Zheng, and stared at Luo Zheng before taking the others over to the high platform in the hall.
The violent look on Xu Youwei's face was still strong, but in the end he just glared at Luo Zheng hatefully and did not take any more action. Luo Zheng returned to his seat expressionlessly.
Gao Qizheng and other elite disciples of the Shinryu Sword Sect breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"Who are these people?" Luo Zheng asked.
The strength of the ponytailed woman and the others was obviously much superior to those present, and even Xu Youwei did not dare to make a mistake.
"She is from the Land of Sword Mourning, and her name seems to be Lingxi," Ling Shuang replied.
"The Land of Sword Lament?" Luo Zheng blinked. The aura exuded by this woman was similar to that of the banshees in the God's Nest. He immediately asked in his heart: "The Land of Sword Lament is similar to the God's Nest of the Golden Crow Clan.
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"Yes," Ling Shuang nodded, "If we break through the color realm and impact the desire realm, we will also be eligible to join the Sword Mourning Land."
In addition to the Divine Nest, the castle tower of the Xiong clan also corresponds to the Land of Sword Lament, and the structures of the major clans seem to be similar.
At this moment, the woman named "Lingxi" on the stage said: "You must have heard about the rewards from the Seven Mountains Meeting this time, right?"
The direct descendants of the major mountains did not respond. They did not care about the rewards so much. They participated in the Seven Mountains Meeting just to give their mountains a chance.
But the disciples of the major sword sects were a little excited and responded one after another.
Lingxi nodded, "Then we will follow the old rules. After everyone has had their meal, the meal will officially begin."
After saying a few words, Lingxi got off the high platform, and the people in Jianwei Land also sat down one after another. Then all kinds of exquisite food and wine were served on the table one after another. The maids were like butterflies in flowers, in the hall.
People are constantly walking around and busy inside, and everyone is constantly socializing, chatting and reminiscing about old times, and exchanging information.
During this process, the smell of gunpowder in the hall gradually became stronger.
"I hope you guys, Tai Qingshan, can perform better this time, hahaha..."
"Hmph, our sword-killing sect will definitely come out on top!"
"..."
In the warm atmosphere, Xu Youwei still had a cold face.
The elites of the Haotian Sword Sect on Taihao Mountain toasted to Xu Youwei in turn.
"Young master, don't be anxious. Mo Yijian from the Xinliu Sword Sect didn't come, so there are plenty of opportunities this time!"
"I will avenge the worthy young master!"
"Revenge? Can that be called revenge? It's like an ant... You underestimate the promising young master."
If Luo Zheng belongs to Taiyi Mountain, Taiming Mountain, and Taihao Mountain, these people will still have some scruples, because the sword sects on other mountains have direct descendants from this mountain.
Logically speaking, Feng Ge belongs to Taiyi Mountain, but because Taiyi Mountain is home to three major sword sects, Feng Ge will not favor any one sword sect.
"You are not needed," Xu Youwei raised his glass and drank it down, "I will take action myself."
"That's great! I've long wanted to see the young master show off his talents!"
"..."
The elite disciples of the Haotian Sword Sect were also flattering each other.
After everyone finished eating, they all left the table.
Lingxi and others from the Land of Sword Lament led everyone through the hall and entered the revolving corridor behind the hall.
This corridor goes all the way down, and its length is far beyond Luo Zheng's imagination. Apparently there seems to be a huge project in this mountain.
"I heard Brother Gao say before that the Qishan Xiaohui is not a competition in the arena, but a game designed carefully. Is it possible to build such a huge project just for this game?" Luo Zheng asked.
Before Gao Qizheng could answer, Ling Shuang rushed in and said, "Of course it's impossible. This mountain was originally a trial place for the Tiangong. It was later abandoned and was used by them."
After the higher-ups in the Heavenly Palace knew about it, they followed the trend, rearranged the illusion formation, established rules, etc., and after some rectifications, it became what it is now.
After walking down for a stick of incense, Luo Zheng left the corridor and saw a cave with a height of more than a thousand feet in front of him. In the center of the cave, there was a hill of five or six hundred feet high.
This hill is obviously not a natural formation, and its surface has a metallic luster. It is unclear what the hill was used for.
"Everyone returns to their respective positions according to their respective sword sects," Lingxi ordered.
As a direct descendant of Taiyi Mountain, Ling Shuang naturally could not go with Luo Zheng. After saying goodbye to Luo Zheng, he went to the right with Song Feiyu and others.
There are more than ten boulders of similar sizes scattered at the bottom of the entire cave.
Luo Zheng, led by Gao Qizheng, climbed up a boulder on the right, while elite disciples from other mountains also climbed up their respective boulders.