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Mo Yuntian was horrified in his heart, but fortunately, although the murderous aura of this magic weapon was strong, it was difficult to completely trigger it because of the power of the ownerless thing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Imprisonment!

Mo Yuntian's hands were sealed, and a cold fluctuation quickly spread out in the void.

This imprisoning technique was a martial art that Mo Yuntian used as a pastime when he was bored, but he didn't want it to come in handy today. Otherwise, in the face of the sudden outbreak of the magic weapon, Mo Yuntian could only fight hard, which naturally violated Elder Ma's original intention of asking the protagonist not to use force.

The power of imprisonment dispersed, and the void seemed to freeze in an instant, and even the pervasive air was in an absolutely static state at this moment.

The magic weapon light cluster in the center was wrapped in the void by the confinement technique, motionless.

However, Mo Yuntian's face was still serious and abnormal, and his eyes were fixed on the gray light cluster.

"It's so amazingly murderous, I'm afraid this imprisonment technique is about to be broken. Mo Yuntian's heart suddenly suddenly, and the murderous aura unique to the magic weapon in his mind turned into a sharp sword, and frantically interspersed towards the still void.

Sure enough, after only a few seconds of stalemate, the still void shattered like a mirror, clattering and shattering.

The magic weapon that has lost its restraint is also like a fierce beast breaking out of its cage, revealing its hideous minions. An incomparably sharp sword blade came out of nowhere and stabbed at Mo Yuntian's eyebrows again with a ruthless killing attitude.

It's more than twice as fast as before.

A chill that froze to the bones chilled through his whole body from the center of Mo Yuntian's eyebrows, and under that amazing killing intent, Mo Yuntian actually felt the imminence of the breath of death. This discovery made the hairs on Mo Yuntian's whole body explode. You know, what is right now is just a magic weapon that has no owner, if you let it have its master, then you can still get it?

Not only Mo Yuntian, but even Elder Ma, who was standing on the side, saw this scene, and his face flashed with inexplicable surprise.

"Slaughtering Blade, although this magic weapon has always been very repulsive to the matter of choosing a master, it shouldn't reach the point of attacking on its own?" Elder Ma frowned.

The so-called slaughtering blade was obtained from an unknown tomb when he traveled in the rivers and lakes in the early years.

But although this magic weapon is psychic, there is a big difference. Elder Ma didn't know how many methods he had tried, and how many disciples he had found wanted this slaughtering blade to choose a fate and recognize the master, but they all failed, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly have such a big reaction to Mo Yuntian today.

And looking at the amazing killing intent, it seems that he has an intractable grudge with Mo Yuntian, either you die or I live.

Thinking of this, Elder Ma's gaze changed suddenly, but he immediately turned to the cold iron frame behind the Slaughter Blade.

At this glance, as Elder Ma expected, another light cluster above the cold iron frame was also fluctuating violently, and an aura that was stronger than the slaughtering blade but much softer emanated from the audience.

The only thing that is certain is that the magic weapon in the light group is a sword, a broken sword that has gone through many vicissitudes of life, rusty and almost rotten.

But it was such a sword, and it was the most revered treasure of the tomb at the beginning. When the tomb was opened, this broken sword slaughtered countless blood, and I still remember that before Elder Ma got the slaughtering blade, it was this broken sword that suppressed the slaughtering blade at all times, and let it make a thousand changes, always revealing even the slightest killing intent.

It's been a hundred years, and this broken sword is like its master, and it drives the Blade of Slaughter at all times. It's just that this broken sword is even more evil than the Slaughtering Blade, because the broken sword not only does not choose to recognize the master, but also launches a crazy counterattack against anyone who dares to send a signal to him to recognize the master.

Over time, Elder Ma had given up on the study of this broken sword, and even removed it from the inner hall of the treasure house and threw it outside for his disciples to come and choose.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, the edge of the slaughtering blade was already close to the center of Mo Yuntian's eyebrows, and Sen Sen's chill was like a tiny steel needle, and his cheeks ached.

Hum -

But at this moment, the Blood Demon Sword that was sleeping in the Mo Yun Tianwa Palace suddenly rose into the sky as if it had been provoked.

An earth-shattering battle intent was awe-inspiring, standing above the void like an ancient emperor looking down on the common people, that sword intent crossed the Wa Imperial Palace, crossed the sea of souls, and gushed out a sharp slaughtering blade.

Even Elder Ma didn't notice that at this moment, the roulette wheel in Mo Yuntian's body was spinning wildly, and his body was uncontrollably urging the Spirit Slaying Sword Technique.

With this benefit, the blood demon sword in the Wa Imperial Palace was full of blood, and the rising sword intent disintegrated the violent aura of the slaughtering blade as if it were devastating.

Bang dang!

The ball of light wrapped around the slaughter blade dispersed, and the light of a palm-sized hand knife quickly dimmed, and it fell to the ground weakly.

In the Wa Palace, the Blood Demon Sword was still hanging in the air.

The emperors of the ages generally exude the breath of the dragon, and they look at the world, and there is a kind of royal land under the whole world, and the shore of the land is not the king's domineering spirit.

At the same time, the cold iron frame that held countless magic weapons shook violently, and one after another light clusters fled as if they were frightened. Suspended on the far edge, floating up and down, light and flickering. It feels like I was trembling with fear when I visited the emperor.

Another ray of light rose, and the only group of light on the cold iron frame that did not leave, rippling with the power of water softness, gently squeezed out the boundless power of the Blood Demon Sword. And it itself was a small path under coercion, trembling and floating evenly on Mo Yuntian's chest.

Mo Yuntian looked at all this in front of him in a daze, and suddenly saw that the light in front of him automatically cracked under the snap. A pocket-sized ancient sword no larger than a toothpick was revealed.

The reason why the word "ancient" is used is that this sword is too tattered. The rust all over the body is not counted, the sword body is also full of holes, and even the tip of the sword doesn't know where to lose it, if it doesn't exude that strange water soft power, Mo Yuntian almost suspects that this broken sword is a piece of scrap iron at all, and it was thrown here by Elder Ma to fill it.

And in the Wa Palace, when the Blood Demon Sword realized that this broken sword was actually treating the coercion it released as nothing, it suddenly erupted in shame.

The astonishing coercion has climbed again, and it is as thick as a mountain.

This pressure obviously exceeded the load of the broken sword to a certain extent, and I saw a light green light wave emanating from its body, rippling slightly like water ripples, and with an extremely ingenious and gentle technique, the pressure of the mountain was discharged.

Hiss~~

This scene suddenly caused Mo Yuntian's pupils to shrink suddenly.

The Blood Demon Sword was so powerful that he knew it better than anyone else. And now this broken sword is actually under the head-on conflict, and there is no disadvantage at all, which is enough to show the extraordinaryness of this sword.

Moreover, the water soft power emitted by this sword was not as violent as the blood qi of the Blood Demon Sword, and if it was subdued, it would definitely become a great help to Mo Yuntian.

Mo Yuntian's eyes gradually became hot, and he even boldly reached out a hand to touch the body of the broken sword.

This scene really frightened Elder Ma on the side.

In his perception, the blood qi emitted by the Blood Demon Sword did not exist, and the only thing he could feel was that the broken sword inexplicably floated to Mo Yuntian's chest, and then inexplicably emitted a circle of water soft power.

All of this seems to be the intention of Broken Sword to recognize Mo Yuntian as the master.

Wave~~

Mo Yuntian's fingers gently stroked the body of the broken sword, as if they were on the surface of a calm lake, causing a circle of subtle ripples.

A refreshing coolness quietly followed Mo Yuntian's meridians and drilled into his body. After turning around, it seemed to wash away the exhaustion of Mo Yuntian's whole body, and he felt refreshed, as if he couldn't help moaning.

Suddenly, Mo Yuntian's fingers hurt, and his skin was pierced, and a little red dripped on the body of the broken sword.

In an instant, some kind of wonderful connection was established between Mo Yuntian's soul power and the broken sword, and it was like a contract, so that Mo Yuntian could clearly feel that this broken sword would belong to him from now on.

And just after recognizing the master, a deeper layer of green brilliance rose on top of the broken sword.

The broken sword has no edge, and the water is soft and weak.

The name of the sword - Hao Miao!

A short message rushed into Mo Yuntian's soul center, he held the vast sword in his hand and slashed into the void, and in an instant, a faint water soft power Xuan Mystery flowed, the sword blade passed, the air was emptied, and a pervasive aura was skillfully drilled into the space, cracking it into a space crack the size of an embroidery needle.

Sneer......

The crack healed in the blink of an eye, but Mo Yuntian, who was wielding his sword, including Elder Ma behind him, was stunned in place as if he had been treated as a slap in the face.

"Good sword, good baby!!"

Both exclaimed at the same time.

But after this, when Mo Yuntian looked at the vast sword, he was full of reluctance.

Such a good sword is just that it has not been discovered before. Now that Elder Ma, who was the previous master, was standing beside him, Mo Yuntian was embarrassed to take it for himself no matter how thick-skinned he was.

Mo Yuntian reluctantly stroked the sword body with his hand, and after a sword, the vast sword returned to its previous appearance of being about to decay. The sword, or the broken sword, is slightly different in that the gap in the sword body does not look so abrupt, but gives people a strange feeling of naturalness.

To put it bluntly, this broken sword was originally like this. If you forcibly add the tip of the sword to him, it will have a sense of absurdity.

Mo Yuntian turned around slowly, and with one hand he had already put the vast sword back in its place.

Not far away, Elder Ma's eyes flashed, and for a moment he really wanted to act as if nothing had happened, and continue to keep this sword in his hand.

But for some reason, he didn't have that choice in the end.

"Yuntian, pick up the sword, from today onwards it belongs to you alone. Elder Ma's expression was serious, and his eyebrows gave people a sense of vicissitudes.

"Huh?"

Mo Yuntian's mouth opened wide in shock, and he couldn't believe his ears.

It's no wonder that such a sword should be possessed by a small foundation building monk. Such a big deal, even if the sect master of the War Demon Sect comes, he may not be willing to do it.

I said...... Pick up the sword, can't you understand the order of the teacher?" Elder Ma's tone was unquestionable.

This was the first time he had talked to Mo Yuntian, and he used the word "order".

At this moment, no matter how cunning Rao is Mo Yuntian was, he couldn't help but be confused.

But taking Elder Ma's indisobedient face, Mo Yuntian had no choice but to obediently obey the order and take the vast sword in his hand again. Then, he looked at Elder Ma with a puzzled look.

He needs a master to give himself a reasonable explanation.

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