Chapter One Hundred and Twenty: The Demon Sword Backlashes, Kneeling For mercy
"Deserves to be killed!"
Ao Guang's eyes showed murderous intent, the muscles and veins in his whole body trembled, the sword in his hand groaned, and he couldn't help but rush in and kill this man.
"Don't be impulsive."
Seeing this, Wu Qing quickly stepped forward to dissuade him.
He looked at Li Le's demeanor that had not changed from the beginning to the end, and a terrible thought came to his mind, thinking: "Does it mean that my junior brother never cares about this magic sword?"
"No, it's impossible. This is a heaven-defying demonic sword that can rival the immortal treasure! Who in the world can give up the treasure that is so easily available in front of them?"
Immediately, Wu Qing shook his head, suppressed the speculation in his heart, and said to Ao Guang: "We can't control this matter. After all, the magic sword does not belong to our Shushan Sword Sect, but to the ancestor himself. If this is the case
If our ancestors don’t give it, no one will get it! Do you still want to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, and become the public enemy of the Shushan Sword Sect?”
When Ao Guang heard this, he trembled the sword in his hand vigorously, unable to vent the depression in his heart.
However, he still endured it, not daring to get angry, let alone go out and kill like a river of blood, making himself a public enemy of the Shushan Sword Sect.
After all, this disciple did not violate any rules in this matter. Even if Bai Tianyun wanted to cause trouble for him, it would be very difficult.
It's like if a person cheats on his wife, you can only condemn him from a moral perspective, but you can't say that he has broken the law. Therefore, you have to arrest him and behead him.
"Senior brother, how did you react when you saw your junior brother?"
Wu Qing pointed at Li Le and said.
"No response?"
Until now, the anger in Ao Guang's heart has eased. It seems that he has become the anxious eunuch, while Li Le has become the emperor who is always calm?
The emperor was not in a hurry, but the eunuch was. Suddenly, his face became gloomy.
"You don't care?"
The old man smiled slightly and looked at Li Le.
"not give a damn about!"
Li Le shook his head.
It's just a magic sword that's as good as an immortal treasure. In his opinion, it's nothing.
Several of the special mascots in his hand are more powerful than this magic sword.
Li Le, who has so many powerful mascots and magic weapons, really doesn't like such a magic sword.
When the old man heard this, he was slightly surprised. After all, no one could ignore such a treasure. He hesitated and began to think about it.
He was a little unsure whether Li Le was showing off or if he really didn't care.
"Ancestor, the sword holder doesn't want it, give it to me, I want it!"
Seeing this, the disciple quickly came out and said to the old man.
"You don't deserve it!"
The old man shook his head slightly, he was just a descendant of the next generation.
Even his descendants, if they don't have heaven-defying talents and astonishing abilities, they won't be able to catch his eye.
What's more, this is about the host of the magic sword, so we can't be careless or emotional.
Choose your sword.
The sword chooses the master.
The sword has spirit.
Especially this kind of magic sword, the magic sword is very dangerous, and the spirit of the magic sword is also an infinitely terrifying evil spirit. If an ordinary person holds it for fighting, let alone holding it for an hour or three, the energy in the body will be drained by it.
The blood squeezed the sword holder clean and turned him into a mummy.
In the end, the sword survives.
Throughout the ages, there have been many reports of demonic swords backfired on their hosts.
Even he, the current Demon Sword Master, felt a little unable to suppress the spirit of the Demon Sword and found it a bit difficult.
Immediately, he hesitated for a moment, looked at Li Le and asked, "You don't want it?"
"don't want!"
Li Le's expression was indifferent, without any change, and he obviously really didn't care.
Everyone outside couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when they heard Li Le's words, and many even screamed and wailed.
"You don't want me to want it!"
"Damn it, you don't want such a treasure, you are really a fool."
"Fool, if I had such a magical weapon, I would definitely be able to do better than Li Le."
Not only the major disciples reacted strongly, but even Ao Guang and others who were on Li Le's side were beating their chests, feeling that they had missed out on a huge amount of wealth and good fortune.
"Junior brother, don't be emotional."
At this moment, Ao Guang stood up and persuaded.
"Yes, disciple, this is a magic sword that can rival the immortal treasure. Even the entire Shushan Sword Sect only has a few pieces. And you are not qualified to get these pieces! Therefore, if you miss this opportunity, you
I just have to go out and fight on my own.”
Xiaoyaozi was also a little anxious, so he came out and tried to persuade Li Le.
"I want it, I want it. Ancestor, give it to me, give it to me!"
This disciple looked ecstatic, feeling that he was the protagonist of destiny, and Li Le was just a supporting role, and his previous arrogance and awesomeness were only to set off his glory.
"good."
The old man threw the magic sword in his hand to his descendants.
This can be regarded as the last blessing that his ancestor can give to his descendants.
"only......."
He hesitated for a moment, looked at this descendant, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"It's just that if you can't hold it, you may die."
The words just fell.
The Shushan Sword Sect disciple who was just rejoicing just now suddenly became horrified. Looking at the magic sword in his hand, he felt that the power in his body was gradually disappearing. Even the ethereal powers such as qi, blood, longevity, and luck were gone.
They are all dying fast.
"Let me go, let me go. I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore."
At this moment, he roared at the top of his voice.
The originally strong body became thin.
With the passage of Qi and blood, his entire vitality became weak, like a candle in the wind that would be extinguished at any time.
The magic sword stuck in his lifeline, greedily devouring everything, like a blood-sucking insect parasitic on the human body, slowly emitting a strange magic light.
This demonic sword that has killed countless people, the spirit of the demonic sword, is so ferocious, it is a truly immortal evil thing.
At this moment, he was born into the world, arrogant, unruly, and extremely arrogant.
In fact, being trapped here for thousands of years has given rise to endless resentment in his heart. He hates this world and all the people in this world.
Killing intent permeated the air, and the shocking evil spirit manifested into the human world, forming a sea of blood.
"There are mountains of corpses and bones that cannot be destroyed by time. Is this the evil of the magic sword?"
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have dared to imagine that a vicious sword and demon weapon that had been suppressed for who knows how many years could still possess such crazy power several years later.
The skin becomes thinner, the bones become brittle, and the skin becomes paper-thin.
It seems that he will lose his life and disappear from the world in the next moment.
"Save me. I was wrong, I was really wrong."
The disciple made a "pop" sound and knelt in front of Li Le, begging him to forgive his greed and sins and save him once.