Seeing the commotion not far away, Li Ming raised an eyebrow.
Good grief, is he getting desperate?
With his eyesight, he could naturally see things that many others couldn't.
This peerless genius of the Taiyi Sword Sect is in a very bad state at the moment.
The Long Night Sword Emperor is known for his bloodthirstiness. The sword he left behind is naturally filled with killing intent and fighting spirit. Even he felt a sense of oppression, let alone Ning Ye who was facing this pressure.
"Still can't do it?"
On the field, Ning Ye's nemesis, Shen Qianqiu, shook his head and thought to himself.
How could an imperial weapon so easily recognize its master?
Many quasi-emperors could be suppressed or even killed on the spot if they angered an imperial weapon, let alone cultivators who haven't even reached the Unity Realm. If it weren't for the special nature of the Sword Tomb, they wouldn't even be able to get close.
Of course, Li Ming is an exception. Throughout history, countless geniuses have coveted the Sword Tomb Imperial Weapon, and among these people, at least 30% died during the process of recognizing the master, and only a few of the rest were able to escape unscathed.
Therefore, although imperial weapons are desirable, most people only have this idea in their hearts, and very few actually take action.
Although Ning Ye is the most outstanding prodigy of this generation of Taiyi Sword Sect, and even the sword world, there are still many prodigies of his level in the long history, and without exception, all of them failed.
"If this continues, he will be drained of his blood by the Imperial Weapon and die."
Li Ming looked at the scene in the distance and pondered for a moment.
Some were shocked by the other party's madness.
Is this for the sake of this elusive imperial weapon, that they'd risk their lives?
If it were him, he definitely wouldn't agree.
Even without relying on the Imperial Weapon, it wouldn't be difficult for him to become an Emperor. Having the Imperial Weapon is just another trump card.
At this point, many people on the field gradually realized the seriousness of the situation.
Ning Ye gripped the imperial weapon in both hands, his eyes bloodshot, his face filled with madness, his muscles bulging with veins, and he recklessly swallowed a handful of divine pills.
Even so, its life force became increasingly weak.
Holding the blood-red longsword, the imperial weapon, he seemed to be making a deal of blood and desire with the hand of a demon.
This doesn't seem like the script for a blood oath ceremony at all.
It's more like a person who craves power, was lured by a demon, and entered hell.
"Senior Brother Ning, let go! This can't go on!"
A young man dressed in the robes of a true disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect shouted from the surrounding area.
Such voices rang out one after another.
Many people tried to persuade him.
But Ning Ye did not answer. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he were possessed, and he ignored everything.
"Is his mind being manipulated? That shouldn't be the case. Given Ning Ye's mental state, he shouldn't be like this."
Some people noticed the problem and looked puzzled.
"If this continues, the situation will be extremely dangerous; we must stop him."
Shen Qianqiu realized the seriousness of the problem at this moment and lost all interest in watching the spectacle.
After all, the two of them had known each other for many years.
To die like that would be too pathetic.
Just as he was trying to get closer to the imperial weapon, a terrifying imperial might erupted, and a deafening sword cry rang out.
A terrifying storm erupted, centered on Ning Ye and the Imperial Weapon.
The powerful force instantly sent it flying dozens of meters away.
Without exception, anyone who attempted to get close to the Imperial Weapon suffered a backlash.
Even some powerful sword cultivators who had reached the Unity Realm were helpless against this power, and were also sent flying far away and severely injured.
"No, if we force our way in during the period when the Imperial Weapon recognizes its master, we will be met with a strong counterattack."
Shen Qianqiu frowned and gritted his teeth.
At the same time, a sense of regret arose in his heart. If only he had noticed earlier that Ning Ye's mentality was not right.
I initially thought the other person had a strong mentality and hadn't been hurt, but it turns out they've given up on themselves and are somewhat self-destructive.
Suddenly, he thought of something, looked up at Li Ming, and moved to Li Ming's side.
"Brother Li, please lend a hand."
"Ning Ye is like this because of your influence..."
"You're the only one who can do that now, even if you don't care about the monk's reputation."
A series of words came out of Shen Qianqiu's mouth.
For a moment, Li Ming was somewhat taken aback, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
In matters of the heart, he was the real culprit?
If Ning Ye dies, will he take the blame?
It's like a black pot falling from the sky.
However, reality can be quite messed up sometimes. What you think has nothing to do with you might be viewed differently by others.
Let's set aside whether Ning Ye's reckless behavior was influenced by him.
But if he stands by and does nothing, what will some people in the Taiyi Sword Sect think?
"Never mind, it won't make a difference if it takes a little more time."
Li Ming was puzzled, but also somewhat helpless.
After all, he had gained too many benefits since coming to the Taiyi Sword Sect.
He still remembered the kindness of the Taiyi Sword Emperor.
If we can lend a helping hand to their descendants at this time, we can repay some of the debt.
Thinking of this, Li Ming stood up and said calmly:
"Okay, but I'm not entirely confident I can save him. I hope you won't blame me later."
"Thank you for your help, Brother Li. If there really is no other way, no one will blame you. But if anyone goesssips, I will be the first to punish them!"
Shen Qianqiu was overjoyed to see Li Ming agree and immediately made a guarantee.
As long as Li Ming is willing to help, that's fine.
He felt even more certain of his success, after all, in his opinion, Li Ming definitely had an imperial weapon in his hands, and given his terrifying strength, it wouldn't be difficult for him to forcefully insert himself into the imperial weapon recognition ceremony.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, I have to succeed!"
At this moment, Ning Ye, who was at the center of the blood-red storm, was muttering to himself.
It only realized what was happening after its life force had been reduced by more than half.
But at this moment, he no longer had the strength to break free from the imperial weapon.
His hand, which was holding the imperial weapon, was now completely absorbed. If he were in his prime, he could have broken free, but now, the imperial weapon was flashing with bloody light, as if it were laughing or venting its anger.
Clearly, it didn't want to let go of this weakling who was disturbing its sleep.
"Someone...someone...please save me..."
Ning Ye was filled with regret at this moment.
I was careless.
Although I knew it was dangerous for an imperial weapon to recognize its master, wishful thinking really killed me.
Until the very end, they cling to that sliver of hope, much like gamblers.
Why bother?
Just as Ning Ye was in despair, a voice that drowned out the sound of the storm reached his ears.
Immediately afterwards, the body of the Long Night Emperor's weapon trembled incessantly.
It is joy, excitement, and longing.
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