Chapter 77 They are not traitors
But then she pointed to the sword beside Jiang Xianwan, her brows furrowing in a troubled expression, a mixture of surprise and innocence on her face, and said with feigned seriousness, "It seems to be calling me, asking me to form a contract with it."
She secretly had the system help her unleash an even more terrifying pressure.
The disciples of the Taixu Sect were shocked.
What does it mean to summon her and form a contract with her?
Do you want to take a look? Our Taixu Sect has two people with naturally born sword bones!
Hen Jian was so enraged by her shamelessness that he trembled with anger.
Especially when Jiang Xianwan gave it a look that said, "So it was you, the traitor," it instantly bristled.
If this woman were to force it into a contract today, it would rather break itself to prove its innocence!
Apart from Jiang Xianwan, no other male or female creature may touch it!
The sword trembled violently, and with its last remaining, almost vanished intelligence, the blade suddenly burst forth with a blinding golden light, forcefully breaking free from its restraints and abruptly turning as it was about to pounce on Lin Qingran.
He plunged the sword into Jiang Xianwan's arms, wiped the blood from her nose from her fingertips, and then transformed into a golden light, swiftly disappearing into Jiang Xianwan's body.
It was incredibly fast, and Jiang Xianwan's hand, which was trying to stop it, missed its target.
Two golden seals of the contract flashed and disappeared between her brows.
Seeing this, the other swordsmen were greatly moved and all wanted to rub Jiang Xianwan's nosebleed, but they were all pressed back to the ground by a cold and powerful sword intent!
Xu Yanzhou and his group, who had just arrived and happened to witness this scene, were speechless.
Jiang Xianwan: "...!" No, what entered her consciousness?
Lin Qingran: "...!" Where's her sword?!
Lin Qingran's expression suddenly went blank, her outstretched hand, waiting for Henjian, remained suspended in mid-air.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stood rooted to the spot, completely taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Before she could even process what had happened, a sharp, explosive sound suddenly rang out in her mind again, without warning.
At the same time, all the swords broke free of control.
A tattered sword, brimming with murderous intent, roared out and hurtled straight toward her!
Almost simultaneously, all the swords in the Sword Tomb moved.
Kill this disgraceful sword thief!
They want everyone in the Taixu Sect to know—
They are not traitors!
In the blink of an eye, the scene changed dramatically, and a series of crisp slapping sounds rang out, as if ten slaps were being delivered in a single second.
Lin Qingran had no way to escape the layers upon layers of encirclement.
Everyone: "..."
"ah!"
A sudden, pitiful scream rang out from the training ground, and the ethereal white-clad girl, jolted back to her senses by a sword strike.
His eyes snapped shut, reflecting the overwhelming barrage of swords slashing down at him, and he instinctively covered his head and fled.
Pei Chang'an and his two companions stared blankly for a good ten seconds as all the swords rushed forward and beat Lin Qingran.
After realizing what was happening, they tried to get closer to stop them, but were forced back by several powerful sword intents.
Xu Yanzhou and the elders were completely dumbfounded.
The disciples' expressions were even more indescribable.
no.
One second she was bragging that she wanted to form a pact with a sword, and the next second she was beaten up by a bunch of swords?
Xu Yanzhou stood there, his eyes filled with darkness.
Weren't those swords just now making a humble, pilgrimage-like gesture towards her?
How did they suddenly turn around and gang up on her?
How did Lin Qingran manage to make all the spirit swords submit while simultaneously arousing their resentment?
He tilted his gaze to Jiang Xianwan, who was surrounded by three teenagers, his face contorted as he wiped blood from his nose.
There were also disciples around with identical strange expressions, yet not one of them made a move to stop them.
It's clear that few of their sect's disciples have a good impression of Lin Qingran.
He admitted that, for whatever reason, at that moment, he felt... exhilarated!
He was so touched.
These swords are still pointed at their own people!
However, it wouldn't sound good if word got out that a swordsman from the Taixu Sect had brutally beaten up a little girl.
While Xu Yanzhou was lost in thought, Lin Qingran was struck by a group of swords and fell to the ground.
All the swords were desperately trying to squeeze in, one after another, each sword intent precise and accurate, lashing out at Lin Qingran in all directions.
Hearing the continuous, crisp snapping sounds, along with Pei Chang'an and the others' cries for help, Xu Yanzhou finally came to his senses.
His eyelids twitched as he watched, and he slowly raised his hand to release his spiritual power, attempting to block the spirit sword that was flashing with various dazzling lights.
At that moment, the girl who was clutching her head and lying face down on the ground was pressed down by several powerful pressures, causing her to sink half an inch into the ground. She coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Xu Yanzhou didn't want to cause any deaths, so he quickly became serious and released more spiritual energy.
However, with its head being forced down by some inexplicable force, making it appear so humble, how could the sword possibly stop?
Many of them are famous swords left by renowned predecessors, and hundreds of them have been included in the Spirit Sword Ranking, ranking at the top.
Those swords that have developed sword spirits are even more proud and aloof than other swords.
Although they have different personalities, they are picky about choosing a master. If they can't find one they like, they would rather stay in the Sword Tomb than choose a master casually.
They saw Sword Master unleash a golden sword intent filled with boundless rage, shattering Xu Yanzhou's protective shield and slashing Lin Qingran once more.
They all flew into the air, their sword tips pointing directly at Lin Qingran!
Helpless, Xu Yanzhou didn't want to force his sword, so he could only give Hua Buxiu a pleading look.
Hua Buxiu naturally didn't accept it, slowly spreading out her hands in response with a gesture of helplessness.
It's not that Fengyi Sword Master can't help, it's that he clearly doesn't want to.
He stepped forward slowly, flicked his fingertips, and deflected several swords that were trembling with anger.
"I'm very curious, what did she do to anger the sword of my sect so much?"
"Especially that one."
The direction he pointed was clearly a U-turn, like a pitiful puppy, as it snuggled up to Jiang Xianwan's tattered sword, which was covering his nose.
Having finally managed to squeeze in, Pei Chang'an, who was helping Lin Qingran, looked up in astonishment and saw that the indescribably beautiful man's eyes were gradually clouded with an unfathomable expression.
His heart tightened, and he looked down at Lin Qingran, who seemed to have fainted, in his arms.
The doubts and questions that arose during the alchemy competition were suddenly magnified in this instant.
He also wanted to know.
The absurd and bizarre things that happened on the day of the alchemy competition.
And these swords.
One moment he was behaving humbly towards her, the next he turned ruthless and went berserk.
The Eternal Sect also has a sword tomb, and when Lin Qingran went to choose a spirit sword, there was a scene of the spirit sword paying homage.
Although he was quite surprised at the time, he didn't think much of it, only that his junior sister was a rare genius.
But today, when this situation occurred again, the outcome took a completely different turn, leaving Pei Chang'an utterly perplexed.
He lowered his head, his probing gaze fixed on Lin Qingran.
Suddenly, I had a feeling that I had never truly understood this junior sister.
Lin Qingran was beaten very badly.
Those swords knew their own strength; they wouldn't kill her, but they wouldn't hold back either.
She never imagined that she would lose face again and even lose the Marked Sword. She felt even more desperate and humiliated than during the alchemy competition, so she decisively chose to play dead.
Pei Chang'an was supporting her, how could he not realize that she was trying to escape?
That strange feeling grew stronger.
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