"Who's the first?"

In the vast dark space, under the nine dragon heads, all the monks looked greedily at the fairy sword hanging above.

Ye Jiu's inheritance, I don't know where it is, but the saber is in front of their eyes.

As long as you get this sword, the inheritance will come uninvited, that's for sure.

"I'll go first!"

After everyone was silent for a moment, the arrogant old Taoist priest with yellow teeth and riding a unicorn finally couldn't hold it back, rubbed his hands and walked forward a few steps, came to the nine dragon heads, and then turned his head and smiled at Ji Ning:

"Little doll, step back, the old man doesn't want to kill in vain."

When Ji Ning and Qi Lan heard this, they turned their heads to look behind them, and then reluctantly retreated to three meters away from the man in black.

The two looked at each other, and they both showed a wry smile.

In addition to the two of them, there were eight other people, no less than many, who just took up all corners of the entire space.

No matter where the two of them go, they will at least be close to the two peerless powerhouses, if the other party makes a move, the blow to them will be devastating, and at such a close distance, there is no chance to escape or fight back.

And the man in black said a word for them, so the two of them subconsciously got closer to him.

"Disturb the seniors' Qing Xiu, please don't blame."

Ji Ning saluted the black hill in front of him, and the latter's cold face did not fluctuate, but said lightly:

"Just stay at ease."

So Ji Ning and Qi Lan really stayed at ease.

And at this moment, the toothless old Dao had also finished accumulating his aura, and a fierce fire ignited on Qi Qi's body under him, and it spread out to the surroundings with a bang.

"Hahahaha, Ye Jiu's inheritance is mine!"

The old man's laughter was so maniacal that Qi Qi jumped into the air with him, holding a peachwood sword in his left hand, covered with yellow rune paper and imprinted with a forbidden sigil.

"This crazy Taoist priest actually wants to use the same means as dealing with zombie ghosts to seal Ye Jiu's sword, maybe it's too naïve."

In the crowd, the small, immature-looking boy monk smiled disdainfully.

Crazy Dao people, cultivated to the Seven Realms, are also famous existences in the rivers and lakes of Great Xia, and have wandered in the Ten Directions Domain all their lives.

When the mad Taoist was young, he was a disciple of the orthodox Maoshan faction of the Daomen, and his talent was excellent and promising.

In the end, because he practiced the forbidden talisman technique in private, he went directly into the devil, killed his beloved with his own hands, and dozens of fellow disciples and brothers, and then fled.

At this point, the mad Daoist was directly expelled from the Maoshan faction, and was also hunted down by the entire Dao Gate all year round.

But although he is often in a state of half-madness and half-consciousness because he has gone mad, this is not so easy to catch, especially since the latter also has a runic ability that shocks the world and cries ghosts and gods.

His talisman technique, even the head of the Maoshan faction once admitted it personally, and it was far inferior in the same realm.

Traditional talismans, when facing demons and evil spirits, will exert a multiplier of power, but when dealing with normal monks, it will not have this effect.

However, the core of the forbidden technique cultivated by the mad Daoist lies in the fact that it can use some kind of evil spell to tamper with a trace of the rules of the Great Dao and conceal the Heavenly Dao, so that no matter what sigil he writes, whether it is for objects or people, he can get double the effect.

Of course, the consequence of this is that he often has to be spied on and censored from the Heavenly Dao, and this kind of pressure is not something that everyone can bear, so she will go crazy.

But in any case, this madman's sigil skills are indeed superb.

If this is the case, it seems that it is not completely impossible for the mad Dao people to go all out, deceive the Heavenly Dao, and take away this fairy sword white fish as a ghost seal.

But the little boy monk did not think that the madman would succeed.

The reason is simple.

No matter how strong the mad man's technique is, his realm is only the realm of the pinnacle of heaven and man, with that forbidden method, he may be able to compete with the Venerable, but it is absolutely impossible to surrender that sword.

It was Ye Jiu's sword.

The sword that inherited that person's will and slashed the existence of the saint-level demon, if he didn't want to recognize him as the master, who could forcibly take it away?

Everyone's eyes in the room were focused on the madman, and his eyes were solemn.

Everyone knows that the madman has no chance of succeeding, but what if?

If he really succeeds, what should he and the others do?

For a while, the atmosphere in the room became particularly tense, and several monks even secretly took out their magic weapons, silently stored their spiritual energy, and prepared to do it at any time.

And at this time, the madman's peachwood sword also touched the fairy sword.

Those forbidden sigils, as if they had come to life, turned into pitch-black lines and climbed along the peachwood sword to the rusty iron sword, intertwining and intertwining on it, as if they were bound to a rope, but they were intertwined with each other.

It seems to be to carve a mark from the surface to the depths.

The madman was surrounded by crimson fire, his expression was crazy, he kept muttering something, and the poor Qi below was also spewing fire, constantly refining the fairy sword, which seemed to be the method of refining weapons, as if he wanted to return to the furnace and rebuild it.

Such a method of persecuting the magic weapon to endure is really rare in the world.

Just when the forbidden imprint was about to penetrate deep into the sword body and successfully submit.

In that rusty sword, a soft and piercing white light suddenly flashed, shattering all the black marks, and even the red flames in the air were shattered into 108,000 copies by the flash of the sword, and they were instantly annihilated.

"Poof!"

The madman's peachwood sword was also cracked, and the primordial runes on it were all shattered, and he suffered a backlash, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, falling from Qi Qi's body, and falling to the ground with a bang, his body kept twitching.

At the same time, the nine dragon heads in mid-air seemed to suddenly become angry, and under the control of the white fish sword, they simultaneously spewed fire towards the mad Dao man on the ground, as if they were about to melt and kill them directly.

Fortunately, his mount Qiqi was an ancient divine beast that was born with a love for fire, and after spewing a mouthful of flames with his backhand to resist it, he quickly retreated to the edge of the field with the madman.

Not only that, Ji Ning also noticed carefully that the horns on the top of Qiqi's head had been flattened.

That white mang, obviously so ordinary, actually directly hit the madman and cut off all the horns of Qiqi!

"Well deserved."

Seeing this, the black-clothed cold man named Liu Qing said coldly.

"Ye Jiuzhen guards the Demon River in Southern Xinjiang, and has made countless feats for the human race, and his saber has also grown little by little from the lowest iron sword, and has completely transformed after bathing in the blood of a saint-level demon."

"If you want to inherit Ye Jiu's sword, it's not that you can succeed with some crooked ways, you must at least have a sense of awe for it and the human race."

The tall man in black said coldly.

Ye Jiu is his old friend.

If he wasn't afraid that his rash move would disrupt the order here, cause everyone to fight, and cause no one to inherit the inheritance of the deceased, then he would have killed the madman a long time ago!

"What you said is good, you can do it!"

The madman stared at the man with red eyes and screamed at the man, his eyes full of hatred and anger, but he didn't dare to make a move.

Because when the man was fighting with the elders of the Immortal Gate, he was also in that field.

He's really no match.

It is even said that this domineering and cold man with a strong body like a hill and a knife is likely to be the strongest among the ten people in the field.

The eyes of the rest of the people looking at Liu Qing were also full of jealousy.

His strength is obvious to all, and he seems to know Ye Jiu very well, if he comes first, in case he really makes that immortal sword recognize the master, will they do it or not?

"I'm the last one."

Who knows, the cold man suddenly spoke, directly indicating that he wanted to be the last.

Liu Qing's eyes were cold, looking at the white fish rusty sword hanging in the air, and his thick fingers lightly tapped his knife gate.

Everyone in the world knows Ye Jiu, the sword fairy in Southern Xinjiang, but few people know that there was a strange man with a knife in the Sword Pavilion with infinite scenery back then.

Maybe someone has heard of it.

It is said that that strange man is not much older than Ye Jiu, about a generation away, and his kendo talent is also a must, even Ye Jiu praised him, the two are brothers, and they are also teachers and friends.

It's just that until one day, that weird man lost to Ye Jiu again in the Suppression Battle, and he didn't know how many times he lost, so he resolutely gave up the way of the sword.

Because he knew that if he used his sword forever, he would never be able to win against Ye Jiu.

So he began to learn knives.

Starting from scratch, swinging, picking, chopping, chopping, and practicing for many years.

During this period, Ye Jiu became stronger and stronger, until he crossed the thousands of miles of the demon clan, killed the saint-level demon, and was promoted to a sword immortal.

He was just an unknown monk in the path of the sword.

But Ye Jiu still believed him, and once said to him with a smile that one day the Dao of the Sword would enter the Holy Path, and he would be asked to compete with him.

But not long after that, Ye Jiu died.

The man in black looked fierce, and the muscles under the exaggerated black clothes swelled up because of anger, and his body was even bigger than Qi Qi, squeezing Qi Lan and Ji Ning three meters away.

Everyone was taken aback and on guard.

But soon, the face of the man in black returned to coldness, and his eyes looked at the white fish above.

He was Ye Jiu's old man, and he gave up learning swords early.

I am not here for the sake of inheritance.

In other words, if someone can inherit Ye Jiu's inheritance, then he will be very happy and protect it, and one day, when they are in the same realm, they will be able to compete for the winner, which can be regarded as knowing one of his wishes.

And if, no one can inherit Ye Jiu's inheritance, and they still want to forcibly fight for it.

Then he will make a move.

Even if he gives up learning swords and learns swords again.

The man in black closed his eyes and was silent in his heart.

Again, what's the matter?