Mo Ci's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

She groaned for a moment, reaching for the nearest sword standing beside her.

It was a flying sword with a simple appearance and no embellishments on the blade.

Mo Ci couldn't even sense its aura fluctuations.

But just as her hand was about to touch the sword, it began to vibrate without warning.

A very strong idea entered Mo Ci's sea of knowledge.

The sword refused her approach.

Mo Ci's eyes darkened, and he persistently leaned forward again.

The next moment.

A dazzling sword roared in, as fast as lightning!

Mo Ci had already taken precautions and retracted his hand suddenly.

The sword slashed through the air, raising the yellow sand in the sky.

In the dim vision, Mo Ci looked down at his right hand.

A drop of blood suddenly appeared, and then more and more blood beads appeared, dripping down in a line, and a very thin wound opened on the back of her hand.

Mo Ci felt a wave of fear in his heart.

Nearly, her hand could not be saved.

In the cultivation realm, it is not uncommon for a broken arm to be reborn, but if you want to do it, you also need to meet many harsh conditions, and Mo Ci, who is at the tenth level of Qi refining, will definitely not be able to achieve it.

If she lost her right hand at this time, it would be even more difficult for her to catch up with Shen Yunge and the others.

"This place is a forbidden place for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, you need to be more careful, and you must not be negligent again." She admonished herself, then took out the medicine and applied it to the wound.

To Mo Ci's surprise, after applying the medicine, her wound showed no signs of improvement, and the blood continued to flow out.

She frowned.

The wound medicine she used was given by the master before leaving, and the effect was better than that of the wound medicine circulating in the market.

When she was injured in her cultivation before, the master master had also used it for her, and the effect was excellent, why didn't it work here?

Mo Ci refocused his gaze on the wound, stared at it for a long time, and finally found the clue.

Her wounds were covered in a strange layer of energy, destroying them to the fullest extent that they could not heal.

She tried to use her spiritual power to drive it away, but found that the energy was firmly attached to the wound like an appendage, inseparable from her flesh and skin.

Mo Ci's expression was slightly gloomy.

The strangeness of the wound was obviously caused by the sword light, and if she had calmed down and searched in her memory, she might not be able to find a solution, but that would greatly delay her time.

The time to stay in the sword mound is only one day, and if you miss it, there will be no next time.

Mo Ci made up his mind, took out a white cloth from the storage bag, smeared a layer of wound medicine on it, and then wrapped the white cloth around the back of his hand.

It took seven or eight laps before she stopped.

"There are many swords in the sword shrine, maybe there will be a sword that suits me."

Mo Ci never thought that he would become a sword cultivator.

But if she can find a magic weapon here, it will undoubtedly be a good thing for her who is about to build a foundation.

She learns from her previous lessons, politely testing each way near a sword and then waiting for feedback.

After being rejected, he didn't dwell on it, and went straight to the next target.

Three hours passed.

Mo Ci got nothing.

All the swords refused her approach, and regarded her as a beast of the flood that they could not avoid.

She wasn't surprised.

Otherwise, how can she highlight her identity as a villain.

It's just that the white cloth on her right hand has been soaked in blood, and the loss of blood has also affected her state to a certain extent, and an indescribable feeling of exhaustion has grown from the bottom of her heart, spreading rapidly from her limbs.

Mo Ci shook his head vigorously and stuffed a handful of thousand-petal golden lotus rhizomes into his mouth.

It wasn't until the bitter smell permeated her lips and teeth that she finally regained her spirits and her mind was running again.

Relying on her luck, even if she walks here for three years, she may not be able to find a suitable sword.

In that case, why should she hang herself on a rope, she should find a shortcut for herself.

Mo Ci recalled what he had just heard, turned around, and headed straight to the west.

After she left, the swords that had been tested by her shook in unison, as if they breathed a sigh of relief.

……

"Get out of here, don't follow me!"

Shen Yan turned around suddenly, and the disgust in his tone was worse than on his face.

Parallel to his gaze, a red thin sword froze in midair.

Shen Yan confronted the red sword for a moment, and seeing that it did not react, he gave it a warning look, and raised his feet again to leave.

As soon as he moved, the red sword followed suit, keeping a short distance from him.

After taking a few steps, Shen Yan noticed the abnormal movement behind him and turned his head impatiently.

The red sword floated smoothly in the air.

As if everything was an illusion.

As soon as Shen Yan continued to walk forward, the red sword followed without leaving an inch.

After a few times.

Shen Yan's always pale face showed a red tide.

He growled, "What the hell do you want! ”

Soon after he entered the sword mound, this broken sword that came out of nowhere followed him, and he couldn't get rid of it.

His patience has long since run out.

"Buzz~"

Red Sword was silent for a moment, slowly floating to the outside of his thigh.

Under Shen Yan's cold gaze, the red sword gently rubbed against the hem of his clothes, and a little cautious flattery could be seen in his movements.

Shen was stunned for a moment, and indifferently raised his hand to slap it away.

"Don't touch me!"

The red sword shifted its tracks, exuding a faint sense of pathos.

Shen Yan was unmoved, "If you dare to come with me again, I will ruin you." ”

After speaking, Shen Yan strode away.

This time, the red sword didn't catch up.

Shen Yan turned his head suspiciously a few times halfway, and did not see the figure of the red sword again, and his heart was both happy and unspeakable.

He had never had any longing for the Sword Shrine, just because he knew that he would never be able to become a sword cultivator.

He has been weak and sickly since birth, even a little wind and frost can make him seriously ill, and his physique is destined to make him unable to bear the pain of sword training.

If it weren't for his sister coming, he would rather give up this opportunity.

That broken sword also has no vision, and he was actually chosen, and he is also a stupid thing with eyes and no beads.

Shen was disgusted, and he just buried his head in the road, and he didn't know how long he walked, when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter coming from the front.

He looked up, his lips straightened.

The road is narrow.

Not far away, Fei Gu held a bronze-colored flying sword, constantly looking left and right, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and he looked ecstatic.

He had deliberately inquired that the disciples in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who could obtain the recognition of the flying sword in the Sword Shrine were also one in a hundred!

He never expected that he would have such an opportunity, and the depression of his previous defeat at the exchange meeting was greatly alleviated.

He checked the flying sword, felt good, injected spiritual power into the flying sword in his hand, and looked left and right at the same time, trying to find a place where he could try the sword, his eyes were full of eagerness.

Then, Fei Gu saw Shen Wei in front of him.

When he saw Shen Yan, he thought of Mo Ci who made him lose face.

The corners of his mouth provoked a malicious arc, "Shen Yan, if you meet me here, you will be unlucky, then I will use you to try my newly acquired flying sword!" ”