"Have you walked into a dead end?" Ning Weisheng subconsciously looked at Ji Mofan.
“It’s a mechanism.” Ji Mofan raised his hand and unleashed a sword aura.
A chilling spiritual energy suddenly filled the entire stone chamber, even freezing the pool of water into ice. The ice surface, with its shallow ripples, remained frozen in its previous shape.
Seeing that Ji Mofan was familiar with the place as if he were at home, Ning Weisheng lightly touched the ground with his toes and flew to the center of the huge ice block.
"Senior Brother, what are you doing?" He was somewhat puzzled as to why Ji Mofan was taking this action.
But Ji Mo Fan clearly had no intention of explaining to him. Unlike before, he wasn't happy to enlighten those who were ignorant; he simply raised his sword—
"Snap!"
The Snow Embracing Sword was deeply embedded in the center of the pool, and with the tip of the sword as the center, spiderweb-like cracks appeared all over Ji Mo Fan's body.
The spiritual energy flowed rapidly along the crack, quickly causing the cave, which was filled with the warm firelight in Ning Weisheng's palm, to become extremely cold.
All the ice shards, large and small, were blasted up by his spiritual power, slamming haphazardly against the stone wall before finally settling in place above the deep pool.
Ning Weisheng was somewhat disheveled while dodging the broken ice. When he regained his balance and looked up again, he saw a blue figure hovering in the air above the deep depression in the cave.
The surrounding ice shards reflected the faint light of the spiritual flame in his hand, illuminating Ji Mofan and giving him a hazy, unreal appearance.
Ji Mofan slowly descended from mid-air, his feet landing firmly on solid ground.
“Junior Brother Ning, now that you’ve come in with me, don’t just stand there like a decoration.” He looked up at Ning Weisheng and said, “Take two steps to the left, then take one step forward and unleash a full-force attack on your feet.”
Ning Weisheng's face showed confusion. "What? Why?"
Ji Mofan's expression was quite impatient. "Because there is a mechanism there. Only by opening it can we proceed to the next step."
"Don't always make me explain the same thing over and over again."
Ning Weisheng pursed his lips in frustration.
He did as instructed and stood in the position designated by Ji Mofan.
Ning Weisheng raised his hands and channeled fire between his palms, then gently swung his arms. The seemingly weak fire instantly surged with a terrifying aura, flying towards the small stone at his feet, following the direction of his movement.
"Boom!"
This time, the commotion from the mechanism was even more intense, and the ground beneath Ji Mofan's feet crumbled inch by inch. He was prepared and used his lightness skill to step on the rubble a few times, thus avoiding the misfortune of being buried underground.
Amidst the rumbling of the mechanisms, a light blue sword shot out from the air.
The sword rang out with a clear, ringing sound, as if it itself was excited to see the light of day again.
Using a wisp of its former master's spirit, it glided nimbly in mid-air for half a circle, as if only now belatedly realizing that two unknown intruders had entered its territory. It pointed its sword tip at Ji Mo Fan, who was closer to it.
"Whatever your schemes and tricks, don't hold back, let me see them all at once." Yongxue Sword deftly twirled in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly, reflecting Ji Mofan's slightly smiling expression.
The divine essence slowly flowed out of the weapon, gathering into a blurry human shape.
Without a moment's hesitation, the figure rushed forward with a sword in hand.
The weapons clashed, making a resounding clang.
In the blink of an eye, Ji Mo Fan had already exchanged several blows with the sword.
Judging from the remaining wisp of divine soul, its former owner was probably at least a Nascent Soul stage expert.
Although he was unable to unleash his full power due to the incompleteness of his soul, Ji Mofan's battle was still far from easy.
The two were locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand. Shenpo immediately retreated swiftly with his sword, creating distance between himself and Ji Mofan.
At the same time, Ji Mofan jumped back, his toes landing on a high platform made of icicles behind him.
“If there is water, you can even control the pool to your own advantage.” He curled his lips into a smile, his eyes narrowed, looking determined, like a cunning fox.
"But now, you are just a sword of exceptional quality."
"How about admitting defeat early?"
The sword spirit was provoked, and its body immediately flashed with spiritual light, charging forward with a surge of momentum.
Ji Mofan swept his hand horizontally, and the ice shards, enveloped by his spiritual power, crashed into the blade of the sword one by one, as dense as a torrential rain and a whirlwind, completely deflecting his attack.
The sword tip sank deep into the ice shards, and the solidified figure pulled it out with force, launching a second attack on Ji Mofan.
Ji Mo Fan certainly didn't expect the sword spirit to give up easily.
Although he gets along well with all kinds of magical artifacts, their original owners generally don't give him a friendly look.
That's not hard to understand. If the intruder is a weakling, the original owner would naturally be unwilling to hand over their lifelong companion to a complete stranger.
The Snow Sword twirled nimbly in his palm, each thrust and slash a cunning attack.
His final sword pierced the heart of the divine being.
The sword spirit's attack stopped instantly.
The humanoid figure formed from spiritual energy gradually dissipated, and the sword hung suspended in the void.
Ji Mofan reached out and grasped the sword hilt, and the faint blue aura on it vanished in an instant.
He heard the blade emit a joyful hum.
“Xiaoxiang…” Ji Mofan gently stroked the inscription on the hilt of his sword.
The Snow Embracing Sword at her waist emitted a protesting clang.
"I didn't abandon you, we're doing great." Ji Mofan casually patted the sword sheath, as a gesture of reassurance.
The Snow Embracing Sword fell completely silent. It was unclear whether it had been comforted or if a sword spirit had gone to sulk in its sheath.
Ji Mo Fan, holding the Xiao Xiang Sword in his hand, turned around to look behind him.
There was a pile of freshly broken stones.
He sighed and leaped to the side.
"Is he still alive?" he asked.
The gravel gave off a slight tremor, and small stones tumbled down with a soft rustling sound.
“Alive…” Ning Weisheng’s muffled voice came from below, sounding quite ashamed of himself, “But I’m just alive… Senior Brother, I can’t move at all.”
Ji Mofan casually swung the Xiaoxiang Sword in his hand, without even using spiritual power, and directly swept away the stones covering the top.
Ning Weisheng, whose appearance was already somewhat disheveled due to half a day of forced march, looked even more disheveled now. His hands and feet were restrained by several traps, and although he could still use his spiritual power to protect himself, that was all.
That was close; the Nascent Soul stage expert was almost buried alive by the trap.
In his previous life, Ji Mofan and Qi Fengyu encountered the same trap when they fell in. After searching around, he found this unusual stone, but activating it trapped him here.
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