Chapter 41
This magic weapon is extremely powerful, not to mention that Nan Xi is already in the Golden Core Stage, which is one major realm higher than the Foundation Establishment Stage. The power itself is already terrifying for a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator.
Although Wu Zhuo was not knocked unconscious by the slap, he still lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
Nan Xi estimated that he had suffered a concussion.
The magic weapon fanned the person, and floated in the air for a while. The feathers looked light and soft at this moment, but no one could forget how fiercely it had fanned people just now. Everyone was stunned and could not recover for a while.
Until the magic weapon returned to the size of a palm and flew back to Nan Xi's hair.
Nan Xi raised her hand carefully, "...I said I don't know how to control this magic weapon yet, do you believe me?"
Even though this magic weapon had just communicated with her spiritual power, she had no control over it, otherwise it would have been hard to tell whether she could have delivered the slap.
But just now, Nan Xi also felt a little bit of the effect of this magic weapon. It was not made to be controlled by people. It should be able to communicate some of her thoughts and then attack people.
Just now she just wanted to hit Wu Zhuo a little bit. If she wanted to kill him just now, Wu Zhuo would probably be half-crippled if not dead.
The faces of the disciples of the Yuxu Sect also turned ugly. They opened their mouths to say something, but when they saw that the disciples of the Tianyun Sword Sect had already grasped the hilts of the swords, they fell silent one by one.
If a real fight breaks out, they certainly won't be able to defeat the Tianyun Sword Sect.
Several disciples of the Yuxu Sect who were closest to Wu Zhuo helped him up, and then fed him a healing pill, their faces full of pain.
Even the lowest-grade healing pills are not cheap. For ordinary disciples, each pill can save their lives. But given Wu Zhuo's current condition, it is unrealistic to expect to take them from his pocket.
After swallowing the pill, Wu Zhuo regained some consciousness, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at Nan Xi.
Although Nan Xi did not attack directly, the magic weapon just now still allowed Wu Zhuo to feel some of Nan Xi's strength. When that attack came, he had no time to react, and he didn't have the slightest strength to resist.
So terrifying!
Qi Zhao smiled sincerely, "Since there's nothing else to do, let's go in first."
Without waiting for the others to discuss, he looked at Nan Xi and said, "Senior Sister, let's go."
Nan Xi was stunned.
[According to my character setting, I should be unable to let go of Qi Qian and say I want to go together, but...]
Nan Xi pretended that she had no right to speak. She looked at Qi Zhao, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Then she looked at Qi Qian reluctantly. She felt that it was not enough and she had to pretend a little more so as not to collapse her character. But suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist.
A faint fragrance came to my nose, and Luo Tingyun's voice fell.
"Walk."
Nan Xi was stunned again, but reacted quickly. She looked as if she had no choice, but in fact she was quite obedient and was pulled directly into the sword tomb.
This could be said to be the first time that the Tianyun Sword Sect confronted the Yuxu Sect head-on. Although a win seemed to be an inevitable result, the disciples of the Tianyun Sword Sect had not expected that they would suffer such a huge loss. They were secretly happy and couldn't suppress the smiles on their lips when they suddenly heard a strange sound.
[Hehehe…Hehehehehe…Hehehehe]
They subconsciously looked towards Nan Xi.
Nan Xi lowered her head, and her expression could not be seen clearly. One could only see the corners of her mouth that were trying desperately to suppress the smile, but they could still see something weird in them.
【Ga ga ga ga! 】
An even stranger sound came out, and the disciples were startled instantly.
Nan Xi finally felt satisfied and recovered a little. [I can't take it anymore. I am dying of laughter. I am dying of joy. It's a pity that I didn't pull it directly with my hand. Otherwise, it would have been even more joyful.]
[Hehehe, Junior Sister is so good, she just pulled me in, how did she know that I just like to force this. ]
Luo Tingyun was still pulling Nan Xi, but when he heard this, he seemed to be burned. He quickly withdrew his hand, paused, and quickened his pace to move forward, keeping a certain distance from Nan Xi.
If someone walked in front of Luo Tingyun and looked back, they would find that his face was flushed, there was some shyness in his eyes, and his tightly pursed lips seemed to be even redder.
But since he was walking in the front, he was destined not to be seen.
Nan Xi was confused for a moment because of Luo Tingyun's actions, but after thinking about it, she realized that Luo Tingyun pulled her just because he didn't want to delay, and now that he came in, it was normal for him to let go.
[As for why you want to move forward... maybe you want to see this sword grave.]
Once you enter the sword tomb, the feeling of desolation and sadness becomes stronger. Some of the swords stuck in the ground shine coldly, like new swords, while others are broken and useless. Others are rusted, and their light is obscured.
The disciples felt a little frightened and straightened their attitudes, looking at the swords around them with some awe.
Someone asked cautiously, "Can I draw this sword?"
So the others looked at him, and then at the leading disciple.
The only hint of this inheritance space so far is to lead people to the sword tomb, and there is no other movement, which makes people somewhat hesitant. Although they have never heard of the danger of the inheritance space before, out of a certain respect, the disciples dare not act rashly.
Nan Xi pretended not to see the disciples' sight and only looked elsewhere.
[You can pull it out, but you may not be able to pull it out. The sword will choose you. But if you can pull it out, then the sword belongs to you... I say, go and try it. With a new sword that suits you, you will have an easier time fighting the tough battle later.]
After listening to the first half, the disciples were eager to try it, but after hearing the second half, they became confused.
What tough battles can there be in the inheritance space? Will they fight against the Yuxu Sect?
Nan Xi had already looked at the top of the sword tomb, which was also the core position. [That should be Qi Qian's natal sword. It doesn't look that good.]
As he thought about it, Nan Xi lowered his head and pinched his precious sword.
He Jian treated her very well. Even though her current sword was not as good as a divine weapon, looking at the entire cultivation world, the only ones with better swords than hers were probably He Jian and Li Yunzheng, the big guys.
When initially selecting the materials, Nan Xi chose according to her own preferences, but the final name was the same as the heroine's sword in the plot, but the interior was completely different.
Even in the sword tomb of this inheritance space, there are not many swords better than hers, so Nan Xi is very calm.
Following Nan Xi's gaze, some people who did not need new swords also cast their eyes towards the sword at the top.
Some people from the Tianyun Sword Sect have already tried to draw their swords. Although they are still thinking about what Nan Xi just said, the current situation is the most important. Moreover, Nan Xi himself said that it is better to draw the swords quickly.
When Nan Xi regained her attention, she was slightly surprised.
[Eh? Didn't the plot say that he waited a long time before drawing the sword? ]
After all, there was still no prompt after a long time, so I could only focus on the sword here.
Even if I don't inherit the sword, I can at least take back a good sword.
The disciples of the Yuxu Sect arrived a little later. When they saw that the people from the Tianyun Sword Sect had started to draw their swords, and some had even obtained new swords, they suddenly became anxious and started to draw their swords without thinking too much. Some even wanted to force themselves.
Qi Qian stood where he was, his eyes fixed on the sword at the top, and finally walked up step by step.
Knowing that an important plot was about to begin, Nan Xi stared at Qi Qian almost without blinking. Anyway, her character would not be ruined by doing so, but she still couldn't help but complain when she saw it.
[I'm not saying this, you're really showing off, you're walking up slowly. ]
The disciples of Tianyun Sword Sect, especially those who received the new sword and those who were not going to take the new sword, could not help but look at Qi Qian.
He clearly didn't feel anything just now, but now that Nan Xi said that, looking at Qi Qian again, he always felt that he was pretending. Before he could complain, the other party had already grasped the hilt of the sword.
The sword was not easy to take down. Qi Qian tried step by step, and finally used all his strength, with the help of spiritual power. Nan Xi didn't care about complaining at this time. His eyes became darker and darker, and the expression on his face faded, and he was almost emotionless.
There were already many people paying attention to Nan Xi, especially those from the Tianyun Sword Sect. They belatedly realized the heaviness in Nan Xi's expression and all of them became nervous involuntarily.
Luo Tingyun's gaze fell on Nan Xi's face, then he lowered his head and grasped his sword.
“Buzz——”
Qi Qian drew his sword, and suddenly, thousands of swords in the sword tomb rang out at the same time, and the sound was endless.
Those who touched the swords that had not yet been pulled out of the sword tomb were all bounced away in an instant, and then the earth shook violently, making it difficult for people to stand still.
Nan Xi gritted her teeth and shouted, "Sword of Destruction!"
Just when everyone subconsciously obeyed Nan Xi and pinched the sword, the surroundings suddenly went dark!