The breeze is blowing, and the sword shadow is bursting.

On the sword platform behind the Sword City of the Demon City, the towering sword test stone seemed to have been struck by lightning, and it seemed to contain countless lightning energy, making a sizzling sound, and electric snakes of different lengths shuttled back and forth, which was extremely weird.

And under the sword platform, no less than three thousand monks were silent.

It's really that the three major sects of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, the Tiger Sect, and the Frost Qing Sect are too domineering, and for a hundred perception places, the three of them will leave seventy, and the remaining nearly three thousand people are competing for thirty places, which is also too bullying.

But there is no way, this is the reality, whoever has the big fist, whose word is the truth.

If it's a dragon, you have to coil, if it's a tiger, you have to lie down.

Mu Zifeng's eyes are a daze. He had already discovered that the old man on this stage was one of the executioners assigned by Fengqishan of the Muzi Sect, because he had the mark left by the secret hall of the Muzi Sect.

Originally, this so-called sword intent was dispensable to him, but since this old thing wanted it, he must not be allowed to succeed!

Now is obviously not the best time to kill him, "Old thing, let you live again!" he gritted his teeth, his spiritual power had already radiated out, covering the sword test stone.

"So it's here!" his face suddenly lit up.

He quietly retreated to the very edge, took out his belt, hid himself, swaggered past the three old men, climbed the stairs, and slowly ascended the sword platform.

That sword intent was a threat to ordinary monks, but it was not a threat at all to him, a person whose star body had reached the peak of sainthood.

At this moment, the three old men waved their hands and created thirty spiritual power rings in mid-air. The small sects and the three cultivators are all eager to try, trying to obtain a place for enlightenment.

"Just let them eat dogs!" The corners of Mu Zifeng's mouth turned up to a nice arc.

As soon as he stepped onto the sword platform, a beam of light flew towards him, and that beam was no less than the full force of a first-order Demon Venerable cultivator.

"Town!"

As soon as his mental power moved, the beam of light hung in midair, and then turned into a little light, and disappeared into nothingness.

Then, as if encountering an invasion of a powerful enemy, thousands of beams of light crossed and flew towards him.

This kind of indiscriminate attack, let's say that the Demon King Rank powerhouse is coming, even if the Fifth Order Great Demon Venerable is here, whether he can retreat with his whole body is still two different things.

"Re-town!"

Mu Zifeng held his hands behind his back, and his spiritual power flew out, and the beams of light formed by the sword intent were like snowflakes encountering steam, and they immediately turned into invisible.

"No, why did the Sword Stone suddenly attack?"

The old man of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect looked suspiciously in the direction of Mu Zifeng's back.

"Did someone go up?"

His spiritual power radiated out, but he was smashed by the sword intent halfway, and a bloodshot flowed from the corner of his mouth.

It's just that this ninth-order Great Demon Venerable peak powerhouse was actually injured.

He was excited, and then shook his head, "I'm old, why did I start to be suspicious? Is that sword intent something that ordinary people can resist?"

He laughed at himself, withdrew his mental strength, and began to focus on the competition on the stage.

Mu Zifeng traveled all the way, and he didn't know how much that sword intent he had destroyed, and in the end, he didn't even bother to pay attention to the beam formed by that sword intent.

Because he's so wicked!

Mu Zifeng came to the sword test stone, and his spiritual power suddenly probed in.

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

He communicates with what is inside with his divine thoughts.

"If you want Xiao Ye to go out, you have to defeat Xiao Ye first!"

There was a childish childlike sound similar to that of a nine-year-old child coming from the sword test stone.

"Sword Spirit?"

Mu Zifeng found that there was a soul body in the sword test stone when he was under the sword platform, but he didn't expect that it was this sword test stone that gave birth to a sword spirit.

"Could it be that this sword test stone is also a magic treasure, or a fragment of a magic treasure?"

Ordinary magic treasures can't give birth to treasure spirits, just like Mu Zifeng's flying sword has never had a sword spirit since he was killed, but holy treasures or some other high-level magic treasures can generate and contain treasure spirits.

The so-called treasure spirits, to put it bluntly, are some soul bodies, and once these soul bodies are generated, the grade of the magic treasure will be upgraded immediately.

Just like Mu Zifeng's Wind Thunder Bell, although it is not a soul body, but a living creature like Xiao Lei, the grade of the Wind Thunder Bell has really been improved, and its power has more than doubled.

And the treasure spirit born in the magic treasure will generally survive for 10,000 or even tens of thousands of years to be immortal, just like the tower spirit of the assessment tower in Shengyao Guang Mountain.

Looking at the sword spirit in front of him, although he spoke like a nine-year-old child, the actual number of years it had survived was at least seven or eight thousand years, and he was probably longer than the age of the peak of the ninth-order Great Demon Venerable who had comprehended the way of the sword here.

In other words, this sword test stone is likely to be a holy treasure that has been broken for some reason, and the sword spirit has been staying here with this broken holy treasure.

"Is that true?"

Mu Zifeng's face was overjoyed, if he recovered this sword spirit, even if his Qiankun Emperor Sword had spirituality, not only would its power increase greatly, but the immortal power consumed could also be infinitely reduced.

"Of course. ”

The sword spirit said playfully, "Five thousand years ago, that guy also wanted to subdue himself, but he was not his opponent at all, and he didn't return with a feather?"

For his own ability, the sword spirit is very confident.

"How can the spirit of the powerful Holy Treasure be touched by you as a human monk?"

"Convincing or not?"

Mu Zifeng's heart moved, and the vast spiritual power of the sea crushed the sword spirit.

"Ahh

The sword spirit let out a miserable scream, it really didn't expect that this unattractive Terran boy would have such a strong spiritual power, much stronger than his original master.

It trembled in both strands, lying on its stomach in the space where the sword stone was tested, covered in chaff.

"If this kid uses a little more force, I'm afraid this sword spirit will have to be destroyed. ”

"Master, the little spirit is convinced, I hope you let go of the coercion!"

"Let go of the sea and make an oath!"

Mu Zifeng was not moved at all, since he suffered a big loss in Huamen, Mu Zifeng has become more decisive in killing, he does not allow himself to make even a little mistake.

Behind him stood his parents, sister, many confidantes, and the entire Mu Zi faction, which was not a small responsibility, and he could not afford to make a mistake.

He saw that the sword spirit in front of him was probably left by a certain great power, and he followed the great power to go south and north, could he have any means to save his life?

Besides, he could see that this sword was slippery and not slippery, and it was not easy to control.

Although that power may have fallen, his spiritual imprint is still weak, if it is not broken, I am afraid that this sword spirit will still be a demon, I don't know what kind of moth it is.

"Let go of your sea of knowledge!"

"Yes, Lord...... People!"

The sword spirit reluctantly agreed, and Mu Zifeng easily erased the spiritual imprint of others and reprinted his own. The sword spirit also took an oath.

Only then did Mu Zifeng withdraw the coercion, and there was a spiritual connection between him and the sword spirit.

A thick sword intent rushed straight into his mind. That sword intent was formless but like substance, even if Mu Zifeng used his life to stimulate his sword intent, he could easily kill the peak powerhouse of the fifth-order Great Demon Venerable.

A smile appeared on Mu Zifeng's face.

"Should I call you Xiaoling, or should I call you Xiaoxiao?" Mu Zifeng said playfully.

"Master, it's still Xiaoling who sounds good!" The sword spirit flatteringly rubbed his transparent body on Mu Zifeng's body twice.

"Forget it, just call you a little cheap! In the future, if you make Ben Shao happy, change it back!"

Mu Zifeng said with a straight face.

"Little is little, what's the big deal!" muttered unhappily.

"Hey, I wanted to give you something good, look at you like this, don't you!"

When Xiao Cheap heard that there were good things, his eyes lit up.

"Don't mind, master, the little is very happy with this name!"

As soon as Mu Zifeng's spiritual power moved, the little suddenly flew out of the sword test stone and got into the Qiankun Emperor Sword.

"Thank you, master, this complete holy treasure is so comfortable!" he lay on the ground, his legs cocked, and his little feet kept shaking.

"Look at your unproductive appearance!"

Mu Zifeng moved again, and the five Demon Venerable Divine Souls who were imprisoned by him were scattered into the Qiankun Emperor Sword by him, just like the shovel officer in the world feeding pets.

Of course, the autonomous consciousness of these five soul bodies has long been erased and they have become true spiritual energy bodies.

"Wow! Great! Thank you, master!" the little screamed, opened his small mouth and sucked, and the five soul bodies were sucked into his mouth, crunching and chewing like potato chips.

With a flick of his fingers, Xiao Bei's body has solidified a lot.

"It's been 7,000 years, and it's the first time I've eaten something, and I don't even know the taste of food!"

Xiao Cheap closed his eyes, looking like he had an endless aftertaste.

But after three breaths, he opened his eyes again.

"Master, is there anything else?"

Mu Zifeng was also speechless for a while, "The remaining pure spiritual energy is prepared for the resurrection of Quan Lao and Lei Leopard!"

But looking at Xiao Bei's pitiful expression, his heart softened, "That's all, no more!"

He took out six more soul bodies from the jade bottle, and in the blink of an eye, they were devoured by Xiao Lian.

"Master, the little is so sleepy and wants to sleep. ”

Without waiting for Mu Zifeng to answer, Xiao Zifeng put down his body and fell asleep.

Mu Zifeng shook his head, "This little guy!" he smiled helplessly.

Without the sword test stone presided over by the sword spirit, he immediately fell into silence. The sword intent like the electric snake that shuttled back and forth was all gone.

This sword test stone is completely wasted!

But what does all this have to do with Mu Zifeng?

With his hands behind his back, he walked back to his place leisurely.

Compared with his ease and pleasure here, the competition under the sword platform is very cruel, those thirty spiritual power rings, people keep dying, and the people who die are elite disciples of various sects, for those thirty places, everyone has already killed red eyes!

Suddenly, Mu Zifeng's spiritual power sensed that a group of strong men surrounded the entire sword testing platform.