"..."
Outside, Sect Leader Xiao looked on with heartache.
Seeing that she was showing signs of successfully forming a contract, with only Tian Ning and the disciple who had previously refused a sword remaining out of the ten, Shi Qinxin couldn't help but say:
"Junior Sister, are you really not going to form a contract? It's worth a try!"
Tian Ning shook his head.
Given her husband's temper, forget it...
Even if she really made a contract with the sword and went back, she would still get beaten up every day... She would feel sorry for the sword if it went back with her and got beaten up every day.
Xiao Roushu finally succeeded in making the contract, but... she was bald, all her hair had been burned off by the fire of the Piercing Sun Sword, but thankfully she was wearing a high-level magic robe.
But she didn't care at all, and looked at Tianning in surprise: "Why haven't you chosen a sword yet?"
They had already reached the depths of the Sword Tomb.
A man born with a sword-like spirit, is he really going to leave empty-handed?!
Tianning had no idea what she was thinking, so he could only make up an excuse.
She tried her best to be modest, saying, "I'm not good enough, I'm not worthy of the swords here."
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Xiao Roushu looked at her in disbelief.
Tianning didn't understand why this girl cared about him so much, even though they weren't familiar with each other.
The two elders offered a few words of regretful advice, but seeing that Tianning was determined to persist, they had no choice but to count the number of people and prepare to leave.
However, upon counting, they discovered... one person was missing!
"It's Junior Brother Cao, the tenth place winner in this competition," a disciple said.
That junior brother Cao was silent and inconspicuous, as if he were invisible. They didn't even know when he disappeared.
Just as the two elders were about to have Fu Hongming and the others watch over these new disciples, they went to find someone, and suddenly demonic energy belonging only to demonic cultivators appeared inside the Sword Tomb.
"Not good!" Elder Qiu looked towards the southeast, his heart filled with alarm.
There's still an unstable factor within this sword tomb, but it's been peaceful for thousands of years, so it shouldn't be...
A group of people followed Elder Qiu southeast, and after walking a short distance, they saw the disciple who had gotten separated from them.
"Junior Brother Cao!"
He stood in the center of the blood-drawn array, his left carotid artery severed, still dripping blood to maintain the makeshift array on the ground. His right hand gripped a jet-black sword, his face contorted with madness as he repeatedly shouted, "Welcome my lord, the Demon Lord descends upon the world, slaying gods and destroying the earth, his divine weapon awes the heavens..."
Elder Qiu recognized it at a glance: "It's the Demon Sword!"
"Old Ye, you must take everyone and leave right now, and seek help from the sect leader!"
As soon as he saw the Demon Sword, Sect Leader Xiao could no longer sit still.
"Open the Sword Tomb immediately!"
Something terrible is about to happen!
However, the disciple gave them no chance. After reciting his words, he didn't hesitate and pierced his own heart with a sword.
Men die, formation is complete—
Strange patterns began to appear on the pitch-black demonic sword, the array on the ground tore open the space of the sword mound, and the only recording stone outside that could know the situation inside the sword mound lost contact...
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