Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The ancient sword was still quietly suspended in place, shining with a strange brilliance.

On the contrary, the number of young sect cultivators vying for the ancient sword has decreased sharply, from 1,800 at the beginning to less than 100 now.

Fully 90% of the people were either seriously injured or died.

"Something doesn't seem right."

Shui Bingyue frowned slightly, her expression became a little unnatural.

"What's the matter, sister, is there a problem?"

"The people fighting for it should not be deadly, even if the sword may be a fairy sword, but in such a chaotic situation, they should all have their own reservations."

"Besides, our group has just entered the Immortal Palace. Judging from the scale observed by the outside world, it is estimated that we have only entered the Immortal Palace for less than one-third of the distance. How could the immortal artifact appear so early?"

Shui Bingyue thought and analyzed carefully,

Shui Hanyue beside her gradually widened her eyes.

"Sister, it turns out that there are so many suspicious things in it, why don't you think I didn't find it."

Shui Bingyue rolled her eyes, frowned and said:

"You, don't be so impulsive in the future, use your brain more when encountering things, don't go up, it's the most direct way to fight and kill."

Shui Hanyue giggled, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.

"Understood my sister, next time I will see the situation clearly, and then go up and beat them all over the ground."

Shui Bingyue sighed, and shook her head helplessly.

She really can't do anything about this Little Sister. They are obviously siblings, but why is there such a big difference in personality.

For example, she herself is very strict, and only those who really need to fight will do it.

For example, that big shit prince from the Dayan Dynasty who spoke molestingly back then.

But at most, he will be beaten half to death, and he will not be able to go to the ground for a month or two.

"Hahahaha, this fairy sword belongs to me!"

A man in green clothes with ragged clothes and disheveled hair staggered towards the fairy sword while taking advantage of the confusion.

It was the disciple of the Tengen sect who was arguing with the Xuanming sect at the beginning.

At this moment, his eyes were red and his movements were stiff, as if his mind had been lost by desire.

Just when he was about to touch the hilt of the ancient sword, an icy long sword suddenly passed through his chest.

The man turned his head back with difficulty, but the man who appeared in front of him was something he couldn't even think of.

It turned out to be the younger brother who had been practicing together for nearly thirty years.

"Why are you……"

Blood gushed out of his throat one after another, making the words he spoke blurred.

That junior also had blood red eyes and a weird smile on his face.

"The fairy sword is mine..."

"Brother, you can go at ease, I will take good care of your wife and children."

After all, with both hands violently, the long sword was pulled out.

In addition to the blood dripping from the sword, there were even strands of flesh.

The Tengen Sect disciple who had been pierced in the chest fell from the air with two miserable laughs.

At this moment, the blood red in his eyes has faded, and his empty eyes are full of unwillingness and resentment.

"Everyone stop!"

"This ancient sword is weird!"

Shui Bingyue shouted loudly.

The sound fell, and everyone fighting in the field stopped their movements instantly.

"Meddling woman!"

Shen Xu gritted his teeth and complained in a low voice.

He originally wanted to reap the benefits of being a fisherman, so he was naturally happy to see all the cultivators who competed for the ancient sword die together.

But now, the plan was disrupted by Shui Bingyue again.

When everyone's eyes shifted to the direction of the ancient sword, the Daoist figure over there had already reached out and grasped the hilt of the ancient sword.

"The fairy sword, I got it in the end, hahahaha..."

The man looked up to the sky and laughed presumptuously, his hair dancing wildly, as if he was crazy.

After a while, the smile faded.

He raised the ancient sword, and swept the tip of the sword over everyone in front of him one by one.

"You people are nothing but ants in front of my fairy sword..."

With a flick of his wrist, a blood-red Sword Qi shot out, blasting the practitioners closest to him to pieces.

"It's such a wonderful feeling."

The man stared obsessively at the ancient sword in his hand, and muttered to himself.

"I know this person, he is Zhao Zhiping from the Tengen sect!"

There was an exclamation from somewhere in the crowd.

"That's right, that's right, I remembered it too, it's him, but how did he become so powerful."

"Could it be... that fairy sword!"

"Yes, it must be that fairy sword!"

"The Immortal Sword is an Immortal Sword, and it has the ability to improve its strength. Hurry up and grab it!"

As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen figures burst out, all rushing towards the direction of the ancient sword.

The Tengen sect disciple named Zhao Zhiping didn't feel nervous at all, he was still standing in the air with his sword in his hand.

"Zhao Zhiping, hand over the fairy sword in your hand if you are sensible, or I will chop off your head!"

"Zhao Zhiping, don't listen to him, give me the sword!"

"It's his grandma, Zhao Zhiping, give me the fairy sword, or Daddy will beat you like before!"

Hearing the provocations, the corners of Zhao Zhiping's mouth were slightly curved, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"Do you want a sword, then I will give it to you!"

After all, a sword cut out horizontally.

The blood-red Sword Qi quickly spread forward in the shape of a half moon.

Those cultivators who galloped over had almost no resistance but were cut off in the middle.

"Han Yue, get out of the way!"

Shui Bingyue exclaimed subconsciously.

Afterwards, the two pretty figures who stayed in mid-air suddenly rose a few minutes, and the blood-red Sword Qi brushed against the soles of their feet, and stood on the stone wall behind them.

bang.

A sword mark more than tens of feet suddenly appeared on the stone wall.

A few cultivators who had no time to dodge and raised their swords in defense were also divided into two.

Among them was a disciple of the Great Demon Sect.

"Senior Brother Shen, the situation doesn't seem very good, why don't we withdraw."

Seeing the junior brother who was still alive and kicking around just now turned into two cold corpses in an instant, this elite of the Great Demon Sect also showed timidity.

"What are you afraid of? Look at your courage. It's really hard to become a master."

Although Shen Xu was talking, his hand on the hilt of the sword had been trembling for a long time.

While his throat was wriggling, he quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Damn, what the hell is this, if I had known daddy would not have come.

Originally, he wanted to plan to capture those two chicks alive, but now it seems that he probably fell into someone else's trap.

Shui Bingyue Shui Hanyue's complexion was also somewhat ugly.

Now they naturally understand that there is no fairy fate in this fairy palace, it's just that some people deliberately released the news to achieve some ulterior purpose.

And that ancient sword.

That can never be a fairy sword, but a magic sword that can control people's desires!