Raising Evil Spirits

All the sword qi fell down, and finally they collided with each other, exploding like glass! The dense sword light exploded everywhere, Xiang Ling's face changed slightly, she did not expect that Shaozi would use her own sword energy to beat her own sword energy, facing the endless same sword energy, she can imagine the pressure in it. However, this disciple is also very good. The moment the sword qi bursts out, the sword light flashes dazzlingly, and his power suddenly increases a lot. Once Shaozi's Yin and Yang sword qi and sword light are touched, they will all eliminate the invisible!

Everyone was in an uproar, but the road to immortality was not broken by this! Xiangling was still advancing with the sword light, and with a long sword swish, she finally wiped Shaozi's white neck like a poisonous dragon!

The storm-like attacks of the two finally stopped, ending with the moment Shaozi was put on his neck by the sword! No one, including Senior Brother Hai, didn't feel a little unfinished. After all, the swordsmanship of the two disciples was too outstanding, one was good at long range and the other was good at close combat.

"Shaozi lost? No, this little fox-like guy is not like a loser." Jiang Han scratched his hair, a little puzzled, Song Wanyi smiled faintly and didn't speak.

Others are naturally a little surprised about the outcome of the two.

Shaozi looked at the long sword on his shoulders, smiled and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and smiled: "Sister Xiangling, if it is a real life-and-death battle, you will be better. I am convinced that I lose. , It’s a pity that we are here to stop, so you lose."

Xiangling's sword trembled slightly, tearful, and she was still unwilling to fail. She obviously did the best and the most likely to win, she should have been.

I shook my head and smiled bitterly, and faintly announced: "Shaozi wins."

My announcement made the unidentified monks around me a little curious, and they asked me why. Shaozi also looked over and saw Brother Hai. He was still proud of him. Brother Hai couldn’t help laughing and cursing: "Little Fox, look for opportunities."

"Look at the subtle sword marks on the clothes." I said calmly, and everyone looked at Xiang Ling. Xiang Ling couldn't stop her tears anymore. After receiving the sword, she turned to the side and started to cry.

According to the fighting method, she definitely won, but now it is the end. Whoever gets the first move will lose. There is always a dense array of sword lights that cannot be avoided, so Shaozi won in this battle. By coincidence, the trick was first drawn to Xiangling, so she was the first to win.

In addition to the subtlety of magical swordsmanship, there are also psychological factors in it. If Xiangling is not too cautious, but instead of letting Shaozi concentrate his sword qi to aim and collide with each other at the beginning, he will not attract this to want to hide. The sword spirit is difficult.

These infinite broken sword auras are not lethal to Xiang Ling, but Shao Zi didn't intend to hurt his junior and sister at all. He just wanted to stop it. So unfortunately, Xiang Ling won the battle, but After losing a game, I felt very wronged, so when I heard that Shaozi had won, I burst into tears.

Shaozi wanted to comfort Xiangling, but he seemed to know Xiangling's temper, so he just sighed and went to subdue this pure Jun sword.

Although he is still slightly inferior to Xiangling in Taoism, Shaozi has won with his own agility and wit. Chunjun sword has sword spirit. Naturally, he saw this scene, so he recognized the Lord without any struggle. Soon this lightsaber fell into Shaozi's palm and became her destiny fairy sword!

Although Shaozi was excited, she knew that Xiang Ling could not be stimulated at this moment, but she reached out and tried to summon the Chunjun Sword, and after Chunjun Sword appeared in her hands obligately, she took the sword back.

Xiangling whispered on the side, everyone felt a pity. After all, winning the trick and losing the game was unacceptable to anyone, so they looked at me, Xijun is a naive temperament, and said: "Brother, What a pity, but is there no consolation prize?"

"What is the consolation prize for losing? No matter what it is, it is won by himself. The monk goes against the sky, and he has only one life. If he loses, he will die without a place to be buried. So if you take tricks, you will eventually betrayed by Qiaojin. If you are reckless and aggressive, you will also pay the price for it. Only by correcting your own heart can you do whatever you want and follow nature." I said lightly, also alerting the two disciples, no matter what you do, overdoing will lead to failure.

Shaozi heard my spur, and said quickly: "The disciple will remember the master's teachings, and he will straighten his heart.

"The disciple... also bears in mind Master's teachings, that he will practice harder." Xiang Ling stopped crying, although she was still disappointed, but she wiped away her tears and walked over.

I patted Xiang Ling on the shoulder and said, "Well, you both did the same good this time. Both of you have played your own styles and have your own ideas. But after all, Shaozi won the game, and Chunjun Jian was responsible for it. All, well deserved, Xiang Ling must not be dissatisfied with her senior sister."

"Master, how dare the disciple, the disciple knows that the tricks are too crafty than the senior sister, and even lose the game, do not dare to blame senior sister Shaozi." Xiangling looked at me pitifully, Xijun said with some dissatisfaction: "Xiangling Even if I lose, I don’t care if my brother doesn’t comfort him, but I still have to blame her, which is very unkind."

"Haha, Xijun, your brother is not punishing, is it encouragement?" Senior Brother Hai smiled, and I didn't explain, and then asked: "Xiangling, victory or defeat is commonplace in the military. If you lose your horse, you know it. No blessing, if there is another chance, are you still willing to do your best to fight for it?"

Xiang Ling looked at me in a daze for a long time, and Shaozi looked at me in a puzzled manner, and suddenly shouted, "Could it be! Oh my...Oh my God, Master, you have to favor one another!"

"You stubborn boy, when did I favor one or the other?" I said with a smile, and then looked at Xiang Ling, Xiang Ling seemed to understand something, and was a little uncertain, but still immediately said: "Master, the loss of knowing is precious, If the master gives another chance, the disciple will fight for it desperately."

I raised my head and smiled. I remembered everything from the time I got the sword to the present, and I felt a lot of emotion. This sword followed me through the world of Xuanxiu in the lower realm, followed me through Kyushu, and set down. I don’t know how much it has saved me, but it’s no longer suitable for me. Maybe it’s better to choose another owner for it.

For a long time, I summoned the Tai'a sword from my hand, and stroked this sword like Chunjun sword, which is a laser, capable of breathing, and said with a serious face: "The Tai'a sword contains mighty power, and the fighting will become more intense. , The stronger the sword qi, if the person holding it can trigger the power of the world, the power of the earth, the power of the emperor, a sword can cross the world, it will conquer the world with me, wipe out the world’s grudges, and erect the world’s righteousness... But now , It has done enough for me, and I will let it go."

Everyone looked at this familiar Tai'a sword and they all cried out in exclamation. Everyone would be astonished at the various great achievements it had made. After all, the Tai'a sword would herald the arrival of victory. People standing here, More than half of them were saved by this sword. To them, the significance of this sword was far greater than that of the pure Jun sword, even though the abilities and powers of the two swords were equal.

"Master...this..." Xiangling was not Shaozi, and he didn't realize in an instant that I would pull out the Tai'a sword, so the shock in his eyes was hard to control.

"Xiang Ling, you are different from Shaozi. You have a more stubborn personality and a more fierce fighting spirit. The pure Jun sword is not suitable for you, whether it is the ability or the smart sword spirit stored in it, but this sword will It can resonate more with you, but you also need to know that the sword is like a human being and will choose the Lord and serve. If you want it to serve you, you should pay the price that it can accept. Do you understand?" I looked at Xiang Ling seriously and said.

"Master! I know!" Xiangling's eyes were full of passion like Mars, because this sword should be her first choice!

I stretched out my hand and lightly wiped this Tai'a sword, which I loved forever, and all the marks disappeared. Then the sword gradually merged into the killing path, and I would flee for nine days and never see it again!

Xiang Ling reacted in shock, stretched out his hand and held the hilt tightly!