Those spiritual swords that are named in the rankings are all strong-willed.
Finally, there was no sword chasing him anymore, and Ye Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to look for the Broken Water Sword. Ye Qiao followed him aimlessly and they ran into Chu Xingzhi on the way. After observing for a moment, she found that she and Chu Xingzhi were entangled with a magic sword.
Chu Xingzhi: "Didn't you take another route?" Why did he come here with his senior brother?
Ye Qiao changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "Do you want to subdue Cunxue?"
"That's right." After Chu Xingzhi came in, he set his eyes on a snow-white sword named Cunxue.
In the icy and snowy land, every inch of snow was white. The previous sword masters of these swords were all cultured people, and each of them had a better name than the other.
He felt that Cunxue was particularly suitable for his aloof temperament.
Ye Qiao looked at Chu Xingzhi, who had a somewhat intoxicated expression, and turned around to leave. After entering the interior, the swords calmed down. No one expected that there would be swords that would persistently catch up with him.
She turned around suddenly, used her bamboo shoots to block the sword that was flying towards her, narrowed her eyes, and reminded: "I have my natal sword."
The sword took a tentative step closer to Ye Qiao. It was snow-white, slender, and light, like a small tail. Every time she took a step, it moved a step. Ye Qiao raised her hand tentatively, and the snow-white sword immediately flew into her hand obediently. She noticed that there were three small words engraved on the hilt.
'Flying Immortal Sword'
Ye Qiao didn't expect it to come into her hands so easily. She cleared her throat and said, "I have my natal sword now."
The Feixian Sword seemed to be deaf and stayed in her hand and refused to leave. Finally, the Duosun hanging on her waist seemed to have lost patience and pounced over.
The Feixian Sword and Bu Jianjun, one black and one white, collided with each other like thunder and lightning.
Ye Qiaoxia hugged Bu Jianjun tightly, but failed to catch it and could only watch it fly away.
Ye Qiao blurted out, and shouted: "Grab the bamboo shoots."
Bu Jianjun's sword paused slightly.
Upon hearing the name 'Duosun', the Feixian Sword jumped up and down, making a cackling laugh. Don't ask Ye Qiao how he could read the laugh from a sword.
Because Bu Jianjun was obviously stimulated the moment it made the sound, the shape of the pitch-black stick kept changing in the air, sometimes it was a sword, sometimes it was a sickle, and finally it stopped at a big knife, and chopped down fiercely at the Feixian Sword.
There were crisp collision sounds, and continuous buzzing sounds. Two spirit swords fought for her. What kind of script did Ye Qiao come up with to bring disaster to the country and the people?
Ye Qinghan had a subtle look on his face, as if he was looking at a scumbag who had a natal sword but was still flirting with other women everywhere. Ye Qiao was indeed a poisonous person.
Any spirit swords that passed by nearby would be slapped twice by Bu Jianjun, causing the sword spirits to flee in fear.
Chu Xingzhi was also not far away, stubbornly taming the spirit sword, cutting off an inch of snow. The bright sword shone with a cold light every time, trying to force Chu Xingzhi back.
This sword requires a sword master with a pure mind, as it is testing the opponent's character.
The moment Chu Xingzhi saw Cunxue not moving, his eyes lit up. He jumped over and stretched out his hand to grab Cunxue. The boy was not slow, but the spirit sword was faster than him, and he disappeared in a few seconds.
He followed immediately. In front of him were Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan. With the arrival of Cunxue, Bu Jianjun immediately and rudely slapped Cunxue.
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