Runic treasures are made by powerful people who seal their own mana, or part of the power of magic weapons, into special instruments. Although the number of times it can be used is limited, most elders will refine talisman treasures for juniors to save their lives.

The Jiuyun Chu clan has a long inheritance and profound heritage, and this runic treasure that Chu Yunwan took out is not an ordinary product.

It sealed the full force of the late-stage cultivator of the Transformation Spirit, and the overflowing coercion alone was enough to immobilize the low-level cultivator.

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"Sure enough, it's a good disciple of your sect!" In the stands, Wu Feng suddenly pressed his sword and got up, his eyes were round, his eyebrows were full of anger, and his cold gaze swept over the surrounding Cangyi elders, and his red nose fluttered rapidly.

And at this moment, Cang Yi and the others didn't care about his anger, everyone looked at the competition platform in amazement, and even some of the hot-tempered elders couldn't help but scold, "What nonsense!"

It is extremely ridiculous to kill a killer in the battle between sects! After this experience, how can Cang Yi still raise his head?! This is much more serious than being slapped in the face by Ling Xiao. The former is just weak in strength, while the latter is a clean face.

And that junior is still a dustless disciple, if he dies here...... In the flash of lightning, countless thoughts flashed through everyone's hearts, and several avatars shot almost simultaneously, trying to prevent the tragedy from happening.

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"Come back!" Wu Shu grabbed the female cultivator's wrist and pulled the other party back, her voice also carried some anger, "Are you going to die?"

"Uncle, I'm ......" The right hand held down by Wushu couldn't break free, Gu Xizhan turned his head to look at the other party, his eyes were shining like cold stars, and his pale face carried a kind of determination after making up his mind.

However, Venerable Wushu didn't continue to pay attention to Gu Xizhan's meaning, threw the person aside, and motioned for Kou Si and Shen Qianzhi to look at each other, she reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and sneered on her lips, "Stay honest, it's none of your business here." ”

Save people with them, a little guy in the Jindan period, what's the fun?

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

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As soon as the rune treasure came out, Xie Ke knew that it was not good.

The powerful coercion belonging to the Avatar Monk swept in instantly, as if the mountains were in the sky, constantly pressing him towards the ground, and the constant erosion from the coercion in all directions, as if it was going to crush his whole person directly.

The bones all over his body made an abnormal "creaking" sound, and the male cultivator looked up with difficulty, and cold sweat fell on his forehead.

I saw a half-palm-sized auspicious cloud card hanging out of thin air above the competition platform, which was not gold or jade, and it looked like an ordinary ornament.

His breathing slowly became heavy, and his wrist seemed to have fallen a thousand pounds, and he trembled so much that he wanted to lift it, and he could barely move in front of such a power beyond the realm.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Chu Yunwan showed a somewhat malicious smile, her lips moved slightly, and a flash of inspiration appeared on the Nothing Card, and Sen Ran's murderous intent instantly dispersed.

The male cultivator who was locked by the killing machine only felt cold all over his body, his hair stood on end, and every part of his body was crying out for danger, and in the face of death, the fear that people instinctively generated would drill out from the depths of their souls and shock their hearts.

He's going to die, and if this rune treasure is successfully activated, he's really going to die. He couldn't be more sure.

That doesn't work...... With a muffled snort, he swallowed the fishy sweetness of his throat, raised half of his right arm and suddenly made a somewhat dull wrenching sound, the male cultivator was still holding the sword in his hand, but his forearm had been broken from it, and the sharp end poked out the flesh, and the yellow periosteum was still covered with flesh.

It was as if someone was constantly beating Zhihai with a hammer, and the dull pain made his consciousness begin to blur, Xie Ke bit his tongue hard to try to sober himself, his mouth was full of blood, and wisps of red overflowed the corners of his lips.

What to do...... In a trance, he suddenly remembered what his master had said-

The Dustless Venerable put away the Ouiji Disk, looked at the newly accepted little disciple under the seat, and softened his tone a little, "You have a sword seed, remember to cultivate carefully." ”

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Sword ...... Perhaps, the sword species can.

Under tremendous pressure, his heart beat like a drum, and at a critical moment, the male cultivator decided to take a gamble. He closed his eyes, hollowed his mind, and tried to communicate with the sword species that had been sleeping in him since birth.

They are one...... Where...... Over here.

It was as if a hidden door had been opened, finally revealing the scenery behind him, and Xie Ke "saw" that there was a small silver-white ball in the mysterious area that had never been noticed in his soul.

This is the sword species...... Almost instantly, Xie Kefu's heart was so strong that he suddenly opened his eyes and drank a breath sound.

In the dark, the sword chant was clear, there was a cold light shimmering, and a touch of snow shot out from the center of the male cultivator's eyebrows, and when everything around him was almost stagnant, he completely ignored the coercion of the Nothing card, and attacked towards Chu Yunwan.

The light mark was shaped like a long sword, and the aura continued to pour into this trace, turning it from virtual to real, and those who were still a little hesitant finally determined that it was really a sword.

The sword body is narrow and long, the blade is shiny, and the sword spirit is dignified, leaving deep marks on the competition platform.

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Shen Qianzhi was comforting Gu Xizhan, but at this time, he suddenly looked up at the competition platform, his eyes widened, and his face was surprised, "That's ......"

“…… Sword ...... "Seed...... Kou Si subconsciously wanted to speak, but he immediately reacted and swallowed the remaining word into his stomach.

…… Alas. Gu Xizhan sighed silently, put away the complicated emotions in his eyes, and bowed to Kou Si, "Thank you, senior brother." ”

"I can't thank you. He was thanked for his quick speech, which made Kou Si feel a little embarrassed, he thought about it and comforted him a few more words, "Senior Brother Xie's genius, it must not be long before he can cultivate Xiaocheng." ”

I hope so...... The nun nodded her head in thanks without saying a word, and she looked at the lightsaber again, knowing in her heart that any luck was nothing but self-deception.

The sword seed is the seed of the sword, and the sword cultivated by it is more tacit than the same natal sword. It can be said that the sword type is the opportunity that all sword cultivators crave, and the innate sword type is an excellent qualification that many sword cultivators dare not think of.

However, qualifications have always been available, including sword species.

If there are people with bad intentions...... Gu Xizhan's fingers tightened, and slowly let go, and his expression completely returned to calm.

Under the crisis, there has always been a fate, and it depends on him what happens in the future.

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In Chu Yunwan's frightened gaze, the lightsaber slashed at her with a thunderous force, and the sword qi above rushed into her body, disrupting the operation of spiritual power, she only felt a sharp pain in her chest, and immediately closed her eyes and fell to the ground, unconscious.

The rune treasure has not yet been fully activated, at this time its owner has fainted, there is no spiritual power infusion, the white light on the idle card lit up for a moment and quickly became dim, "snap" and fell, and there was no movement.

Xie Ke staggered and straightened up, the sudden disappearance of the pressure made his eyes black for a while, the sword species had returned to the sea of knowledge, he found the direction of Ling Xiao and the others, and was about to walk over, when he felt that his legs were weak.

Seeing that he was about to fall, he was grabbed by the collar by a person.

Xie Ke gasped again, and his voice was a little low, "Thank you, Uncle." ”

After confirming that the other party was fine, Wushu stuffed the male cultivator to Gu Xizhan, she looked at Elder Cangyi in mid-air, sneered, and said in a cold and hard tone, "Since the competition is over, then we will leave." ”