During this time, what happened to make him so desperate that he didn't even have the courage to live?

Just thinking about it, Meng Ying's voice suddenly sounded: "When did this sword appear?" ”

Everyone's eyes looked ahead.

At the very top of this sword mountain, there is a long sword inserted. Maybe Fang Cai's attention was on the surrounding cave walls and Zheng Qing, or maybe this sword was different from the current appearance, so that it didn't attract people's attention, in short, this sword appeared suddenly now, and immediately caught everyone's attention.

This is a very dazzling long sword.

The body of the sword is beautiful silver-white, and most of the long swords used by the monks are sharp and cold, while the long sword in front of them is shining with a warm light. Like a pearl wrapped in a mussel shell, it is beautiful and moving. It has no scabbard, only at the hilt, carved a small frost flower, about the white crystal, vivid and lifelike.

On the mountain of swords, the sword was slanted diagonally, and the swords crunched underneath it, and it stood there carelessly, as innocent as a wayward little girl.

It is very much in line with the word "worry-free".

Almost immediately, Hairpin Star thought that this sword should be the carefree sword forged by the swordsmith Chai Sang.

She was not the only one who thought so, Meng Ying said softly: "This is the Worry-Free Sword. ”

"How do you know?" Mu Jiexiao glanced at her.

Meng Ying clenched the "Moon Spirit" in his hand: "I am a sword cultivator, I can feel it." This sword...... It's the ultimate spiritual weapon. ”

Among the group, Hairpin Xing used a stick, Gu Baiying used a gun, Tian Fangfang was a Qianyang axe, Mu Jiexiao was a god-destroying knife, Mendong did not have a spiritual weapon, only Meng Ying used a sword. Jian Xiu's sense of sword is the most keen, and he can naturally feel it at a glance.

"It seems that those disciples of the Huanyang Sect did not pull out this sword, and the Sanssouci Sword did not recognize them as its master, so this sword is still here." Tian Fangfang was speechless: "I'll just say, you can take away a top-grade spiritual weapon casually, and this spiritual weapon is too worthless." ”

"Shall we draw this sword now?" Mendong asked cautiously.

Yami snorted softly and flicked her tail a little uneasily.

"It's better not to." Gu Baiying twisted his eyebrows and looked at the silver long sword: "I always feel that this sword is wrong." ”

However, Meng Ying, who had never spoken much, retorted rarely, and she said, "Uncle Shi, I want to take this sword." ”

"Don't you have a superb spiritual weapon?" Mu Jiexiao looked at her in surprise: "You already have a natal spirit weapon, even if you pull out this sword, you can't use it as a natal spirit weapon anymore." ”

A monk can only have one natal spirit weapon, Gu Baiying's natal spirit weapon is the embroidered bone spear, and Meng Ying's natal spirit weapon is the Moon Spirit Sword, and it is impossible for them to have a second natal spirit weapon.

"I know, but 'Moon Spirit' doesn't have a sword spirit, if what Zheng Qing wrote is true, the Sanssouci Sword has a sword spirit, even if I don't make a natal spirit weapon, I want this sword." Meng Ying turned her head to look at Gu Baiying and insisted, "Uncle Shi, let me give it a try, if it doesn't work, I will let go immediately." ”

The sword that gives birth to the sword spirit is equivalent to having a spiritual wisdom and will choose the right master by itself. If Meng Ying didn't get the approval of the Sanssouci Sword, it would be impossible to pull out the sword, anyway, if the Sanssouci Sword promised Meng Ying to be its master, Meng Ying would be able to pull it up easily.

Thinking about it, Zheng Qing and his senior brothers failed to get the approval of the sword spirit.

"Uncle Shi, let me give it a try." Meng Ying insisted again.

"Uncle Shi, let her try it." Mu Jiexiao hesitated, and also helped Meng Ying speak: "Coming to subdue the sword spirit is nothing more than the result of success or failure, I haven't heard of any danger." Senior sister is a sword cultivator, when she encounters a divine sword, she naturally doesn't want to miss it, in the entire Duzhou continent, there are only a handful of such divine swords, and if she loses this opportunity, she may regret it for the rest of her life. ”

Meng Ying glanced at Mu Lixiao and did not speak.

"Let's let Senior Sister Meng give it a try," Tian Fangfang also came to help: "Our cultivation, it is not easy to encounter opportunities, it seems that what we missed is a sword, who knows what kind of creation we missed." Just pull out the sword, is it possible that this sword will eat people? ”

Hairpin watched them persuade each other one after another, and he couldn't say anything he wanted to stop, so he could only stand silently in place with Yami. It also makes sense, sometimes one wrong step, the future opportunities will be very different, in case it will ruin other people's future, it is a lifetime event.

Meng Ying rarely made requests in the day, and among the next generation of disciples of the Taiyan Sect, he was also cultivated as the future head of the sect. Gu Baiying hesitated for a moment, finally nodded, and then advised: "If there is something wrong, let go immediately." ”

A hint of joy appeared in Meng Ying's eyes, and she said, "Thank you, uncle!" He turned around and walked towards Sword Mountain.

Gu Baiying placed the illumination talisman in mid-air, and the bright light filled the entire cave, so the sword mountain seemed to become majestic.

Meng Ying clenched the moon spirit in his hand, and with a light tap of his toes, he flew towards Sword Mountain.

Hairpin involuntarily swallowed.

Xiao Yuanzhu had calmed down after Fang Cai's jumping, but for some reason, the uneasiness in Hairpin Xing's heart did not stop. She stared at Meng Ying's movements, for fear that something would happen.

Meng Ying had already come to the top of Sword Mountain, and he was only one step away from the Worry-Free Sword.

The beauty in white clothes, the corners of her clothes fluttered slightly because of the action, like a goddess under the lamplight, and the silver-white sword in front of her was warm and beautiful, looking as if it was tailor-made for her.

Without hesitation, Meng Ying directly reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Hairpin was about to stop breathing nervously.

There was nothing out of the ordinary, and under the illumination of the illuminators, everything remained calm. Meng Ying took a deep breath, used Yuan Force, and slowly lifted the long sword in his hand.

One inch, two inches, three inches.

The long sword was slowly lifted from the sword mountain, like a treasure buried in the ground to see the light of day little by little, and at that moment, the brilliance was dazzling.

"Carefree Sword...... It's been pulled up. ”

It recognized Meng Ying as its master.

Hairpin Star's heart finally fell, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was so nervous that she almost didn't mention it, but now that she saw Meng Ying pulling out the divine sword safe and sound, she was relieved, thinking that she was really worried. I really haven't heard of drawing a sword to pull out danger.

She only looked at Meng Ying, and didn't notice Mi Mi wandering under her feet, and accidentally stepped on Mi Mi's tail, almost tripping, and holding on to the cave wall in front of her so that she didn't fall down. She just grabbed the cave wall and tried to stand firm, but her fingers touched the uneven place on the cave wall, which was different from the scratches left by the spiritual weapon, and seemed to be written by someone.

Hairpin Star was stunned, and when he looked closer, he saw that in the corner where no one was paying attention, there was a line of words carved crookedly on the cave wall.

"We were lied to. That's not a divine sword, it's a fierce sword. Don't draw your sword! Don't draw your sword! Don't draw your sword! ”