There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

Ivy didn't listen.

Ivy struggled.

It twisted its body eagerly, and the sword energy that was originally nailed to its body was suddenly broken free. It jumped high like a nimble fish, trying to hit Gu Xia in the face.

However, the next second, it hit hard into a soft stream of water.

A slender hand reached out from the invisible water flow, grabbed it easily, and then suddenly exerted force.

The dark green vines suddenly seemed to have their lifeblood grabbed and drooped limply.

Gu Xia looked at the hand, then looked at the miserable state of the vines, and blinked twice.

Oh wow.

What did she just see?

The silver-white spirit sword was wrapped in bright light. The Moon-Picking Sword that appeared in front of him at some point suddenly shone brightly. The sword body was surrounded by water, creating circles of ripples.

Inside the deep vines, the sword spirit took shape in the water.

Gu Xia stared at the scene without blinking, her mind a little confused, she still didn't understand what was going on.

The other two sword spirits appeared out of nowhere and staggered over to her side.

"Heh." Fusheng Sword spoke first, and the young man narrowed his eyes: "It does know how to pick the right time."

You have to know that in order to consolidate its position in the mind of the sword master, the sword spirit will also have its own little thoughts. However, under normal circumstances, most sword cultivators only have one sword in their lifetime. Special ones like Gu Xia and Xie Baiyi are rarely seen once in hundreds of years.

If there are too many spirit swords, they will divert the sword master's attention. Generally speaking, the sword spirits that transform first will choose to stick together, while the spirit swords that transform later will be like pitiful little creatures fighting alone.

However, this unspoken rule between the sword spirits was successfully broken between them.

Probably because of the compatibility with Gu Xia's spiritual roots, the thunder-attributed Fusheng Sword and the ice-attributed Huixue Sword took shape one after the other, and they couldn't stand each other.

Forget about banding together, Gu Xia would be thankful if the two of them didn't fight each other.

She seldom used the Moon-Picking Sword, so neither of the two sword spirits who had transformed early paid attention to this sword. Unexpectedly, the other party was smart and chose to transform in the deep sea, an area most suitable for water attributes. It was a perfect opportunity.

Fu Sheng Jian made a displeased sound.

The transformation of the three sword spirits means that the balance between them is about to be broken. He and that guy can't get along, but ice and water are of the same origin. If these two choose to form a group, it will not be good.

Thinking of this, the young man secretly glanced at the mustard seed bag on Gu Xia's waist.

He had to find a way to get himself a helper.

The sword spirit suddenly transformed without any warning, which was something Gu Xia had not expected.

She stroked her chin, staring at the gradually clearer figure in the white light, and murmured: "If it's a water attribute, it should be a very gentle sword spirit, right?"

The two who came out first, one was as arrogant as a cat that gets easily angry, and the other was as cold as ice that has not melted for thousands of years. I don’t know what kind of personality this one has.

Hui Xuejian followed her silently. After hearing this, she thought about it and seemed a little depressed: "Xia Xia prefers gentle sword spirits? But I'm not gentle..."

Fu Sheng Jian on the side looked over faintly.

Gu Xia suddenly came back to her senses: "Ah, no, this..." She didn't mean that, she just said it casually.

Before she finished her words, she heard Hui Xuejian stretch out a hand, and the water in his palm condensed into ice: "But, my ice can freeze the flowing water, so..."

There seemed to be a tiny light flashing in the girl's eyes: "I am much better than her."

"Yes."

Fu Sheng Jian interrupted and squinted his eyes lazily: "But let me make it clear that I am the strongest among all the spirit swords."

The next second, the air was filled with an invisible smell of gunpowder.

Gu Xia: "..."

Destroy it, she is tired.

*

As the two sword spirits confronted each other, the surrounding water gradually gathered into a whirlpool. A tall figure took shape in it, and its long crow-feather eyelashes slowly lifted, revealing a pair of tender eyes.

"Wow……"

The moment the girl opened her eyes, her gaze fell on Gu Xia.

She smiled slightly, and countless streams of water swirled around her, gradually turning into long steps, quietly extending all the way to Gu Xia.

The girl slowly walked down the stairs, ripples forming behind her with each step. Her skirt moved slightly, and in the blink of an eye she was in front of Gu Xia. She lifted her chin with her slender fingers and exhaled softly: "Master~"

Gu Xia: "!!!"

The two sword spirits who were still staring at each other suddenly found themselves being robbed: "!!!!"

Depend on.

Shameless, shameless.

As expected of a water-attributed sword spirit, Gu Xia was almost hooked by this move. She shook her head and slightly widened her eyes: "You..."

Wait, what should she say?

As if sensing her inner struggle, the Moon-Picking Sword Spirit chuckled and said, "Nice to meet you, Xia Xia. Please take care of me in the future."

At least I don’t call you master anymore.

The two sword spirits stared at the guy who suddenly appeared, wondering what he was thinking.

Being looked at back and forth by two pairs of eyes, Zhaiyuejian had a faint smile on his lips and looked calm.

Isn't it just that they transformed earlier than her? Although their spiritual roots are most compatible with the Sword Master, so what?

She is not here to break up this family, she is only here to join this family.

As the sword spirit successfully transformed, the surrounding water flow gradually calmed down. The dark green vine that was originally held in the hand saw that no one was paying attention and tried to take this opportunity to escape.

Good opportunity, let’s run away now.

However, the next second, it just slipped out, and before it could continue to escape, the sword spirit that had just transformed didn't even raise its eyes, but just slightly hooked its index finger and pinched it in its hand again.

"Where do you want to go?" A soft voice sounded slowly, and in this silent space it sounded like the whisper of a devil. The Moon-Picking Sword looked at it with a smile: "Let us out, and I will let you go."

"How is it? Isn't this a fair exchange?"

The air inside the vine was becoming increasingly thinner, and the gradually hardened branches were entangled in who knows how many layers. It would be much faster to get out without any effort than to break through it bit by bit.

The little thing was pinned down again and lay motionless in her palm, clearly intending to play dead.

Qu Yimian, who was outside, was the master of the spiritual weapon. Her order was to use all means to trap Gu Xia to death here. Without the master's order, the spiritual weapon was very principled and would not obey the words of a sword spirit.

This attitude clearly showed that he was not cooperating. Gu Xia, holding the magic sword in his hand, had already begun to look around for where to poke a hole and escape.

The girl sighed softly, her tone still gentle: "You don't want to, right?"

A trace of electricity shot out from the tip of Fushengjian's finger, and he said with a smile: "If you don't tell me, I'll electrocute you to death."

The dark green vines trembled all over, but still did not respond.

"Too cruel." Zhaiyuejian shook his head and sighed: "Leave it to me."

The young man snorted coldly, retracted the electric current and folded his hands across his chest. He wanted to see what this guy was going to do.

The vine lay in her palm, the dark green and cold white colors intertwined. The fingertips of the Moon-Picking Sword moved slightly, and the vine, which had been motionless and pretending to be dead, suddenly shook wildly, as if something was constantly being pulled away, and it tried desperately to struggle.

"Hey." Fushengjian stared at her for two seconds: "What did you do?"

"nothing much."

The Sword Spirit of Zhaiyue was still smiling, and a circle of water gradually lingered around his fingertips: "I just took a little thing from its body."

"..."

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