Li Yaoyao's hand had just reached within three feet of Chengying Sword when she felt an invisible resistance preventing her from moving forward.
"Humph!" Li Yaoyao snorted secretly and concentrated all her spiritual power on her left hand.
Li Yaoyao's strength was pretty good. Although it was difficult, she still got closer to the Chengying Sword little by little, and finally, she held the hilt of the sword!
Li Yaoyao raised her eyes, glanced at Su Luo contemptuously, and raised her chin high.
Su Luo gave her an annoyed look: "Pick up the sword if you can."
"That's right, isn't it just a squeeze? What's the big deal?" Zi Yan helped.
Li Yaoyao glanced at the two of them coldly, then focused all her attention on her left hand.
However, the pride in her heart was beyond words.
Because, when she held the Chengying Sword, she did not feel the resistance and backlash from the Chengying Sword, as if the Chengying Sword originally belonged to her.
"Huh, just pull it out, what's the problem!" Li Yaoyao was full of confidence.
Everyone's eyes were all fixed on Li Yaoyao's left hand.
"Li Yaoyao is so confident, maybe this Chengying will really be taken away by her!" Luo Dieyi stamped her feet anxiously. If she had known, she would have been the first to rush up.
"She took it away? Watch carefully." In contrast, Luo Haochen was not so optimistic about Li Yaoyao.
At this time, Li Yaoyao was very confident in herself.
Li Yaoyao imitated Nangong Liuyun's previous calm and free-spirited attitude, and just took it easy!
Then, her expression suddenly changed.
Because the Chengying Sword actually didn't move at all.
"Pfft——" Su Luo and Zi Yan laughed shamelessly.
Li Yaoyao was greatly worried. She clearly didn't resist the Chengying Sword, so how could she not be able to hold it?
Li Yaoyao suddenly poured all the spiritual power around her body into the Chengying Sword. She didn't believe it. She couldn't pull it out like this!
However, what made Li Yaoyao collapse was that after her spiritual power was injected into it, the Chengying Sword seemed to open its bloody mouth and swallow her spiritual power in one gulp.
"How is this possible?" Li Yaoyao's eyes widened in disbelief.
All the spiritual power she injected was gone?
Li Yaoyao still doesn’t believe in this evil!
She flicked her wrist and suddenly injected another strong spiritual power, and then the spiritual power was poured in continuously.
From Li Yaoyao's point of view, Cheng Ying Jian would always be full when she was full. No big deal, she would sacrifice a little first and feed her until she was full.
However, what makes Li Yaoyao crazy is that her spiritual power has been injected continuously for a stick of incense. Her spiritual power has been exhausted, but... Chengying Sword is still motionless, without any
reaction.
And her spiritual power was like a stream flowing into the ocean without causing any waves.
"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Li Yaoyao's face was pale and dripping with cold sweat, but her palm still firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, unwilling to let go.
Because once she lets go, it means that she will no longer have the possibility of getting this Chengying Sword.
"Yao Yao, forget it!" Situ Ming shouted distressedly when he saw Li Yaoyao's figure crumbling due to the heavy consumption of spiritual power.
But Li Yaoyao ignored her, still stubbornly and stubbornly pouring the last bit of spiritual power into it!
At this time, sweat covered her entire face, soaked her dress, and there was even a little sweat on the ground...