The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

She tried to draw a sword.

He managed to pull it out, but the sword was as good as dead.

So Chao Zhao silently put it back in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Ugh."

Looking around, there was still no sword that matched her. Chao Zhao couldn't help but think of what she said before entering the sword tomb.

It really is... a prophecy that has come true.

Just as Chao Zhao was thinking about how to appease her master and senior brothers after going out, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind her the moment she turned around.

She reacted quickly and evacuated that position, but she didn't expect that the black shadow was even faster than her. The moment she evacuated, the black shadow drilled into her Qiankun bag.

and many more!

Chao Zhao was stunned and got into her Qiankun bag? !

This is her Qiankun bag filled with millions of spirit stones!!!

She suddenly became anxious.

"What the hell..."

Chao Zhao fished the black shadow out of the Qiankun bag, and happened to see it contentedly absorbing...the few black stones that Wen Qingyan had given her.

"?"

Chao Zhao looked closely and found that the black shadow was actually a tattered and broken sword.

The reason why it is said to be tattered is that the sword is gray and there is not a bit of sword brilliance at all, and it does not look sharp.

It is said to be incomplete because the blade and hilt of this black sword are connected by several pieces of blade fragments.

For some unknown reason, these fragments did not connect to one end of the sword body or the hilt, but just stayed there, forming a bridge, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

After the black sword was pulled out by Chao Zhao, it quickly absorbed the stone that Chao Zhao had previously disliked and thrown into the corner.

It was even a little unsatisfied and wanted to get into the Qiankun bag again.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhao Zhao stopped it with a dark face, "How can you get into my Qiankun bag?"

This Qiankun bag has been nourished by her spiritual power and has long recognized her as its master. Unless her soul dissipates, or a great being above the Mahayana level takes action, it is impossible to open it.

Not to mention that this black sword seemed to be able to move freely and easily as if it were in an empty space.

Hei Jian did not give her an answer, but took advantage of Chao Zhao's inattention and ran into the Qiankun bag with a fake move.

When it was pulled out by Chao Zhao again, it took out the stones that Wen Qingyan had given to Chao Zhao before.

"........."

Chao Zhao was so angry at its cunning combo that he laughed, "A broken sword and a broken stone, a perfect match."

'Om—'

The black sword seemed to be stimulated by her words, and the sword body made an intense sound.

The next moment, those stones that looked like a pile of black and useless stones to Chao Zhao began to emit a transparent aura under the vibration and resonance of the black sword.

These auras were quickly absorbed into the sword body of the black sword.

Chao Zhao saw it.

——To be precise, she felt it.

Her expression became serious. These broken stones actually contained power? She had never noticed it before.

But after the black sword appeared, she could actually "see" it.

The black sword absorbed very quickly, and in a moment all the aura in the stone was completely absorbed. It completely turned into an ordinary stone and fell to the ground.

"what?"

Chao Zhao's expression paused slightly. She didn't know if it was her illusion. After absorbing these stones, the blade of the black sword seemed to become a little brighter.

Originally, the sword was covered with a layer of gray shadow, but now the shadow has dissipated a little.

When Chao Zhao was wondering, the black sword, which had eaten its fill, suddenly turned into a residual image and sank into her forehead.

"?!"

Chao Zhao suddenly woke up, and then silently discovered that this black sword not only came and went freely in her Qiankun bag, but also had a home in her sea of ​​consciousness!

Only a spiritual sword that recognizes its master can enter the master's sea of ​​consciousness.

"What kind of rogue sword is this... you're forcing me to buy it."

Chao Zhao was speechless.

She fished out the black sword again and held it in her hand.

When he held the sword in his hand, Chao Zhao truly felt the sword itself, even though it seemed "old, weak and sick".

Magnificent, mysterious, compassionate, powerful...all these complex descriptions are applied to this sword, and I seem to be able to vaguely form a vague picture in my mind.

Hanging high in the sky, it has mercy on all living beings.

Chao Zhao was dazed.

The vague emotions in her heart quickly dissipated silently. She raised the sword and smiled, "From now on, you can be called Broken."

Black Sword:?

The sword trembled slightly, as if it was about to protest at the next moment.

Chao Zhao quickly threw it into his sea of ​​consciousness, and silenced it in the same way as he did with the system.

After getting his natal sword, Chao Zhao turned and left.

Although this natal sword was somewhat unexpected, she finally got her own natal sword.

Chao Zhao left very decisively, completely unaware that after she left, in the originally silent sword tomb, countless sleeping swords seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief under the heavy pressure and burst out with dazzling sword beams.

Various spiritual power fluctuations appeared one after another, lingering in the sword tomb. In an instant, the light flowed and sparkled.

"Buzz!!!——"

The swords that had been silent in the sword tomb for a thousand years suddenly rose from the ground. They surrounded the sword tomb, the sword bodies trembled and argued endlessly. From a distance it looked like a wild dance of thousands of swords.

The sword body, which originally had only a trace of life left, suddenly seemed to be nourished by a powerful force and showed signs of recovery.

As the sword flashed, an ancient and distant voice could be heard faintly.

It seems like gratitude and like a farewell.

......

Chao Zhao stayed in the sword tomb longer than anyone else.

At first Feng Qi was able to calmly reminisce about the past with Ji Wushe, but after a while he couldn't help but look inside frequently.

"Why haven't you come out yet..."

Thinking that they had already confirmed that Chao Zhao had no spiritual roots, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, "Could it still be a problem with the spiritual roots..."

"will not."

Ji Wushe was calm and composed, "She can control the Frost Sword."

But as time passed, his calmness gradually turned into irritability.

Whether or not he could find his natal sword was secondary. If Chao Zhao encountered something in there—

"I'll go in and lie down."

Ji Wushe was about to go in, but was stopped by Feng Qi.

"Uncle Master, no!"

Feng Qi also had a worried look on his face. "The swords in the sword tomb are very sensitive to your aura, so please don't interrupt the match between Chao Zhao and your natal sword."

Only after hearing the latter sentence did Ji Wushe calm down a little.

"If these swords have no vision..."

He hesitated for a moment, "I will give her the snow."

The wind started.

Even Qin Liao looked over and he calmly elaborated: "Snowfall represents the Sword Saint to a certain extent."

"Then she is the Sword Master."

The Sword Master himself said so.