Leng Bingxin flew to the Sword Pavilion from the south in the eyes of everyone, three fairies led the way for her, three fairies escorted her, all in white gauze skirts, six people surrounded her forward, the scene was very shocking, the white-sleeved yarn silk danced in the wind, tugging at the heartstrings of many people.

Leng Bingxin flew around the Sword Holding Pavilion three times, as if he was doing some ritual. The yellowish hair brushed her cheeks from time to time, making it even more beautiful. Bai Qingchen had never seen Leng Bingxin like this, and his eyes widened at this time, as if he had seen a peerless cheat.

After coming back to his senses, he began to talk nonsense: "It's really worthy of my future daughter-in-law, those goddesses are not as beautiful as her! I will definitely ...... when I go back" In order to prevent his face from being lost by him, Bai Mo Shangshen wisely sealed his mouth.

"Go back, when you go back, you copy the family motto for me three thousand times, no! five thousand times. If you can't finish copying, you are not allowed to go out!" Bai Mo Shangshen was also blown up by this anger, his face was blue and white, and it was very exciting.

This rebel...... I'm so angry! I really can't explain it to my holy aunt!

What, five thousand times?! That would not have to kill you! Impossible, when the ceremony is over, you will immediately leave. Bai Qingchen pondered silently.

Leng Bingxin came down from the Sealed Sword Pavilion with six fairies at this time.

Master......

After all this time, she finally met Master. It would be nice if it weren't for this kind of occasion.

She walked slowly to the Holy Aunt and knelt down reverently, "Apprentice to meet Master!" The next few fairies also knelt in front of the Holy Aunt with her.

The Holy Aunt slowly stood up with the Soul Sealing Sword in her hand. "Get up. ”

After Leng Bingxin and the others got up, the Holy Aunt announced, "Immortals, today is the day when Leng Bingxin, the fifteenth palace master of my Cold Cold Palace, holds the sword, thank you for your visit." Now I declare that the sword ceremony has officially begun!"

After glancing at the guests present, the Holy Aunt tilted her head and looked at Leng Bingxin with an indifferent expression, "Your Royal Highness the Palace Master, are you ready?"

Master...... Is this a concern for me?

Leng Bingxin nodded firmly, "I will live up to Master's expectations." ”

The holy aunt was silent, walked to the upper seat and sat down.

Why is this the case? Why say that I am also your apprentice, can't you look at me more?

Thinking that other palace masters also came over like this, Leng Bingxin really didn't know whether he was sad or helpless for a while. Even seven years ago, he went to Jiuchi Yuan alone to kill the Heaven Devouring Demon Beast, and he had never been half timid, but he was afraid that the master would be scared tightly!

"Let's get started!"

After the Holy Aunt spoke, the six fairies who came with Leng Bingxin surrounded her, each chanting a different spell in their mouths.

Oh my God, what should I do now?

It was the first time Leng Bingxin had seen this kind of occasion, and the master had never taught her what she should do, only the rules after going to the Sword Sealing Pavilion. Now she's a little at a loss.

Suddenly, Leng Bingxin began to have a headache, and only slowly calmed down after the six fairies used spells to draw the talisman array. Subsequently, Leng Bingxin was cut open by the ice blade, and the blood in his body flowed into the center of the rune array, becoming the eye of the array, and the blood quickly flowed to each formation, and a strong wind blew around him, blowing Leng Bingxin's skirt in all directions, and the hair hanging on his shoulders also flew up at this time.

If other people are in this situation, they will definitely be embarrassed, but the cold heart is extremely beautiful, and this appearance does not look embarrassed, on the contrary, it is a little more beautiful. The cold heart disappeared from people's vision in the wind.

"I don't know which artifact can be reproduced in the world this time. Bai Mo couldn't help but sigh, Bai Qingchen whined and said what he said.

The Holy Aunt was silent, and her gaze moved to the Sealed Sword Pavilion. Everyone followed her gaze, did not ask any more questions, and quietly waited for the result. Leng Bingxin was moved into the Sword Sealing Pavilion by the magic circle. Before she could stand firmly, several fairy swords attacked her.

What the hell? Are these swords so indiscriminately coming up and slashing people?

Leng Bingxin reacted quickly and avoided their surprise attack.

Fortunately, my cultivation is not bad, otherwise I would have to become meat sauce!

I saw Leng Bingxin fly into the air and turn around a few times, using white silk as a weapon to fight with the fairy swords, more and more white silk flew out of the sleeves, but the clothing was not as sharp as the scabbard, and the air was full of fragments of white silk. More than a dozen fairy swords roamed around Leng Bingxin's waist, and one of them was flying in front of her.

Here's your chance!

She seized the opportunity to grab the sword with her right hand, let out the cold air around her, and flipped a few times in the air with the sword in her hand, driving the cold air farther away. Sweep your sword around. The several fairy swords that originally surrounded her were frozen and smashed everywhere. Leng Bingxin held the sword and slowly landed.

The skirt that had been dancing also stopped swinging. The placket of the shirt is dotted with bits of ice crystals that have been formed by the cold just now.

Hmph, it turns out that these swords are nothing more than that. But I'll have to be careful later.

Suddenly, Leng Bingxin couldn't help but be stunned, what's going on?

The sword in my hand suddenly froze by itself, but I didn't cast a spell? Leng Bingxin was puzzled at this time, because the sword in his hand was not only frozen with a layer of ice, but also seemed to be trembling slightly.

She dropped her sword and patted the ice crystals on her clothes, only to notice that there was another blood mark on her right hand.

She wanted to see what else was going on in this Sword Pavilion, these fairy swords were not of high grade, but they could cooperate so tacitly, as if they were controlled by something. She can only carefully grope step by step.

The strange thing is that she walked two flights of stairs in the Sword Pavilion, and saw a lot of artifacts, but she didn't attack her like she did at the beginning, she had tried to draw her sword, hold a knife or hold a trident, and many of the weapons she touched disappeared directly!

With doubts, Leng Bingxin began to choose to ignore those magic weapons. I don't know why, from the outside, you can see that Fengjian Pavilion is a seven-story pagoda, but when you enter it, you find that there are not many stairs, but there are many forks and tunnels, which makes people not know where to go. I don't know how long I walked in the Sword Pavilion, Leng Bingxin walked to a door. This door is very weird, solid and weirdly patterned, and it can't be smashed no matter how you smash it. So she began to study the pattern of patterns.

Strange, although the pattern on the door looks like the pattern of Manzhu Sahua, but it usually floats, more like the result of illusion, the pattern surrounds the door, and several flowers around it are connected at the midpoint to form the most bewitching Manzhu Sahua.

She used a lot of spells, blasted with fire, and frozen with ice, but she didn't see any reaction.

What's going on? Leng Bingxin stared at the patterns on it carefully, watching the red lines spread, and the blood-red color was a little dazzling.

She lifted her hand and stared at her already scratched palm.

Will......

Finally, she tried to place her palm into the flower in the middle.

Sure enough, all of a sudden, the blood flowed to all corners, and all the patterns began to shine, and they became brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling, so bright that her eyes could no longer be opened, and her head began to have a strong labor pain.

In an instant, the sound of dragons roaring from the clash of swords rushed into her mind like a tidal wave of despair, pain, and anger from countless people, eroding her will.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill you!!"

What? Kill whom? Why don't I understand. In a daze, she seemed to hear a cacophony, which was a lot of impassioned voices, men and women, young and old, and even Leng Bingxin felt a little fear and inexplicable ...... Sad.

Oh, really, it's just a resentful spirit, and it can bring emotions in. Is...... It's weak.

Leng Bingxin slapped himself a few times in his heart for his lack of mental strength in a daze. After that, I lost my realization.

I don't know how long I fainted, Leng Bingxin slowly regained consciousness, and there was still some residual pain in his head. When I woke up, I found myself being transferred to another area.

Where is this? Why is it completely different from the decoration just now, it seems to have come to another era. Leng Bingxin was even more afraid of this scene. She slowly stood up, took a step and moved, and the bronze sword that had been standing around her flew over in an instant, surrounding her.

Seeing this strange scene, Leng Bingxin's heart was slightly cold, and he quickly condensed his strength, condensed the cold qi in the palm of his hand, and swung away a few swords that flew in, and the few swords that were hit by the cold immediately turned into ice and flew around. After such a fight, she found that although the swords surrounded her, they had no intention of attacking her.

She stopped fighting them.

Why do these swords like to surround people when they see them?

And these swords all have sword spirits, I clearly attacked them, but I didn't see a counterattack. Why exactly?

With a full question, Leng Bingxin stretched out his hand and tried to grab one of the swords. Unbeknownst to her, as soon as she touched the blade of the sword, all the swords flew out. After a while, they all flew in the other direction.

There are quirks!

I'll have to see what kind of powerful sword spirit is controlling them!

Leng Bingxin quickly followed in the direction where the sword was flying. When I came to a large hall, there was a sword with a white body wrapped around two thick iron chains, and several swords flew over it. It seems that this sword is the operator behind the scenes.

Leng Bingxin observed the surrounding environment, the main hall was magnificent, the white jade was a brick, the glass was a column, and the six giant pillars were carved with various patterns. Behind that sword was a golden throne.

The more Leng Bingxin looked at it, the more strange he felt, especially the six giant pillars, which looked like the six pillars in front of the Sealing Sword Pavilion. The only difference is that the six giant pillars of the Cold Cold Palace are wrapped around several huge black iron chains, and one of them has been broken in half.

Whatever it is, Master said, everything here is an illusion, so be careful!

Perhaps, what you see in front of you should be the place where the sword's owner lived before his death. Whose sword is this, so noble!

Why was I brought here? Pulling out the sword, I was able to get out of the illusion, and Leng Bingxin slowly approached the sword with the mentality of giving it a try. As she got closer, she inexplicably had a subtle feeling, as if the sword had cast some spell on her, so that her eyes could not be taken off the sword's body at all. When he came to the sword's side, Leng Bingxin saw the word 'Yuhan' engraved on the scabbard.

It turned out that this sword was called 'Yuhan', but it was a very elegant name, and at first she thought that this sword should be called 'Destroying the Sky', 'Destroying the Earth', and other names, but thinking about it was cheesy. Leng Bingxin slowly moved his hand towards the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, the injured hand was bleeding, and the blue sword was surrounded by blood, just like the blooming Manzhu Sawa, giving people a strange illusion. A voice took over his head again. This time was different from before, Leng Bingxin could even feel a kind of fear that had softened in his heart.

"Die! you deserve to die!!"

"I hate you!"

"Dead, all dead......! Hahaha!!"

Who! Who is it? Who is crying! It hurts! Leng Bingxin had a splitting headache at this time, and the whole person curled up and fell next to the sword. There was a crisp female voice in her head that kept roaring, like the crisp moans and despair of the newborn young bamboo when she waved her knife, and the empty voice invaded Leng Bingxin's heart.