i have a sword fairy

Quietly 'flow' in the palm of your hand.

The woman seems to be holding water in her hand.

The other hand was still holding the blood-stained scabbard.

She wiped the blood on the scabbard with the 'water' that the snow-white sword turned into.

The scabbard is as clean as ever.

After finishing these tasks easily, the transparent woman turned her head, as if she was looking at the ordinary gray cigarette bag that was harmless to humans and animals...

Chapter 567 Falling Sword Bag Recognizes the Master, Swing Sword Recast

The transparent woman in the Frost Sky Xiaojiao looked at the gray pipe.

She has the scabbard in one hand, and the 'water' vaporized by Mo Xia's sword in the other.

It seems that he can't free his hands.

The gray pipe that had been silent until now suddenly flew up and turned into a gray streamer, trying to escape!

The gray pipe has a high rank and is not low in intelligence. It has been lurking silently before, ready to wait for Zhao Rong to bring it out of these strange places, and when he opened the Xumi thing, it turned into a streamer and escaped.

Because it is sure that Zhao Rong's little Fuyao Realm can't stop it at all, and it's impossible to refine it.

The gray pipe has even eaten the natal sword of Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, and how many flying swords of Sword Cultivator at Jindan Stage and below have swallowed. How can he be inferior to such ants.

however.

It had expected that it would meet this unreasonable and transparent woman in the end.

A bit of innate spiritual wisdom implicitly told it that it would be too late if it didn't run away...

But in the next second, under the calm gaze of the transparent woman, the gray pipe suddenly stopped all movements.

Like a shooting star frozen in the night.

Surrounded by thousands of white jade obelisks.

The quiet transparent woman pauses to freeze the gray cigarette bag in the air, and the white-clothed Confucian scholar curiously watches the play.

It constitutes a scene of tranquility.

The gray pipe tentatively twirled in the air.

then.

fly back.

He looked like a truant boy who was blocked by his teacher at the door.

honestly.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, feeling this picture in his heart for no reason.

The gray pipe really wanted to run, but it had a strong and certain intuition at the moment.

If it dared to continue flying, its wisdom would be wiped out in an instant.

At least in the ruins of this ancient city, it cannot escape the Wuzhi Mountain of this transparent woman in a strange state of existence.

The gray cigarette bag returned to the transparent woman in a despondent manner.

Under the invisible gaze of the woman, who couldn't see her face, the gray cigarette bag opened spontaneously.

The gray halo like smoke lingers slowly around the mouth of the bag, very well-behaved.

The transparent woman seemed to be preparing to pour the 'water' from her palm into the bag.

But another pause.

She gently picked up her fingers with water in her hands, and pulled out a small sparkling sword wrapped in gray mist from the bag.

With a snap of his fingers again, the smoke on the sword shattered and fell back into the cigarette pouch below.

This small crystal sword, which was connected with the swing in Qian'er's heart lake, lost its shackles. The crystal body of the crystal sword was slightly dull because it lost contact with the sword master and was trapped for a long time.

But after the little crystal sword stood still for three breaths in front of the transparent woman, it suddenly exploded and stabbed towards the transparent woman.

Even though it is weak at this time, it is still wild and unruly, with the obsession to protect Zhao Rong, just like a wild girl.

The transparent woman grabbed the empty scabbard that had just been cleaned with her left hand, and knocked on the swing casually.

Want to break it.

"and many more."

Zhao Rong hurriedly said, how dare he continue to watch the show, this is the flying sword of his second wife.

All movements of the transparent woman stopped.

Swing continued to stab at her head, but missed.

It only pierced a ball of air, it passed through the transparent woman, and circled in the air behind her, intending to return and stab again.

Zhao Rong took a step forward and stopped her, "Enough is enough, don't act wild anymore, she is not a bad person!"

Swing went to slow down the charge, hesitated for a moment, turned the tip of the sword and returned to Zhao Rong's side, circling him every step of the way.

However, the transparent woman moved.

She put away the scabbard, freed her left hand, pointed to the swing, and asked Zhao Rong for instructions.

The latter was startled, "You mean... want to borrow it?"

The woman nods.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly.

And almost the moment he nodded, the rebellious swing was caught in the hands of the transparent woman, unable to move at all.

Like a wild girl who was punished to stand under the ruler of her husband.

She looked down at the swing, raised her other hand, and randomly grabbed the air in front of her.

Immediately.

In a radius of ten miles, there are one thousand and one white jade obelisks rising.

The entire forbidden formation is suspended in mid-air.

As for why one thousand and one, instead of the previous one thousand.

Because there is also a turquoise and simple white jade tablet that broke through the ground.

It is the main stele of a thousand white jade obelisks. It was buried deep in the ground before, and now it is exposed and raised according to the will of the woman.

One thousand and one white jade obelisks are a complete set of forbidden formations, all of which are engraved with the moon pattern of the ancient Li clan. At this time, they are mysteriously arranged, surrounding Zhao Rong and the transparent woman, faintly guarding them.

The transparent woman didn't raise her head, she hooked a finger.

In an instant, within ten miles, a thousand and one white jade obelisks revolved around the two of them at the speed of light. During the rotation, their volume suddenly shrunk by ten times, turning into small and exquisite square jade plaques.

Headed by the turquoise-golden white jade stele, one thousand and one white jade plaques are arranged in a long dragon, spinning around in circles.

Immediately, they entered the palm of the right hand of the transparent woman Jushui.

The 'water' that was originally gasified by the half-dao Xuebai sword of the Mo Xia of the seventh level suddenly boiled. After the last white jade obelisk was submerged, a bright moon appeared in the 'water'.

The bright moon in the woman's hand is milky white as a whole, the same material as the thousand white jade obelisks.

Like a white jade plate.

So she held the swing with her left hand and placed it in front of her, with her right hand holding the moon in the water.

Made the same movement as when cleaning the scabbard just now.

Use the snow-white sword energy and the 'white jade plate' to wash the swing.

From left to right, wipe across the sword body.

Swing, who had been unconvinced, suddenly fell silent.

At the position where the transparent woman swiped the 'Water and Moon' with her right hand, the sword body that was originally made of crystal material became made of flawless white jade.

A small white jade sword.

On it, one thousand and one ancient moon patterns faintly emerged.

Among them, a green-gold pattern runs straight through the spine of the sword, which is very eye-catching.

The swing has been reborn.

The transparent woman let go, the swing jumped with joy, and spun around her, as if she was approaching and thanking her, but because of the brutality just now, she was embarrassed and hesitated.

The transparent woman pointed at Zhao Rong with a smile, and the swing flew towards Zhao Rong with a whistling sound, getting close to him.

Zhao Rong watched this scene silently, and smiled at this time, and said to her: "Ahem, I thank you for Qian'er."

The transparent woman shook her head and floated in front of Zhao Rong with an honest gray cigarette bag.

……

She suddenly grabbed Zhao Rong's hand, stretched five fingers apart, tapped his middle finger with her fingertip, and took a drop of blood from his belly.

The transparent woman grabbed the gray cigarette bag, and the latter quickly lifted all the anti-resistance and defense restrictions, which opened the door wide in a sense.

The transparent woman used Zhao Rong's life blood to refine the gray pipe for him.

Take a break.

Quenching is complete.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a wonderful connection established between his heart and the gray pipe.

This feels mysterious and mysterious.

He is the master and it is the servant.

He has a 'sword' in his heart lake, handed by a transparent woman, which can annihilate the core weapon spirit of the gray pipe...

At the moment when the gray pipe blood swore to recognize the Lord, a simple three-character message slowly surfaced in Zhao Rong's heart.

"Drop the sword bag?"

He blurted out, took it from the transparent woman's hand, and looked down carefully.

It was another strange sense of soul detachment. At the moment when this name appeared, Zhao Rong briefly obtained a memory perspective from the core weapon spirit of the falling sword bag:

In the north of the vast and boundless North Sea, there is a barren island surrounded by whirlpools.

There are mountains on the island, valleys in the south of the mountains, and different forests in the valleys, surrounded by gray fog all year round.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter passed by leisurely, until one day, a sword cultivator began to fly over the different forests, and when he fell, the man and the sword were swallowed by the mist...

Sword repair flying sword, can't go beyond it.

The sky above this island gradually became a no-flying place for Beihai sword cultivators, until later, a sea fairy landed on the island on a moonlit night with an ax to cut down trees, laughing and calling for fallen trees...

Zhao Rong woke up and suddenly felt strange.

The perspective of memory from a fleeting look is like witnessing the experience at the beginning.

Gui also saw it clearly, and explained, "This should be the original origin of this falling sword bag. The core material for making it comes from a strange forest called Luomu on a certain island in the North Sea. The specific source is unknown, and it was found in the North Sea. Immortals and strangers cut wood for forging, and now the witty and intelligent weapon spirits here seem to be related to the innate wood spirits of the 'falling wood' back then..."

It is in a good mood, as if it has seen something novel, or as if it has acquired an interesting toy while being bored.

"I was in the Xuanhuang Realm back then, but I have never heard of this falling sword bag. It should have appeared in the Xuanhuang Realm of Comprehension after I left."

Sword Spirit nodded, "Not bad, not bad, very interesting, it's actually a rare treasure of the extremely powerful sword and the flying sword, which is a bit complicated, it can't be measured by ordinary magic weapons... I don't know that old beast surnamed Qin Where did it come from?"

Zhao Rong also nodded, smiled and played with the light and mysterious falling sword bag in his hand, consciously this time it was not a loss.

This is the first time for him to obtain this kind of rare treasure, and he doesn't know if he can cross-border and collect Haoran Jianxiu's real name Feijian into it...

At this time, the transparent woman who waited quietly for a while walked up to Zhao Rong, lowered her head, and put the washed scabbard on his waist again.

Zhao Rong put away the sword bag, looked up, looked at the transparent woman who fastened the scabbard for him, and then turned to look at the brand new swing next to him.

He clenched his fists and covered his mouth, "Ahem, I don't know how to thank you, but... If you need my help with anything, you can tell me."

Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed.

His old Zhao family's whoring is for nothing, but he has to say something about the basic law. It's too much to just eat it up, pat his ass and leave.

Zhao Rong is not such a person.