Surrounded by these outsiders, and unable to use the seal, the sword spirit could almost see her own end—in fact, even if she could use the Xuanming Sword, she would definitely not be able to defeat these people.

To live or to perish, that is the question, but the choice is not in her hands.

The sword spirit has no obsession, but perhaps because of the innate arrogance of being an artifact spirit, she will never give in to these people in order to survive.

More than a dozen monks gradually stopped talking, and they could see that the sword spirit in front of them was not very easy to speak, that is to say, the fast, effective and safe method of obtaining the Xuanming Sword by the sword spirit choosing the master would not work—then directly advance the last step, and the person who fought and killed or defeated others was the future master of the Xuanming Sword.

At that time, it will only be a sealed sword spirit, and it doesn't matter if you don't keep it.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

More than a dozen monks aspired to choose to attack the only sword cultivator present, the Supreme and Sword Monarch from the Xuanshen Sword Sect.

Zhihe Sword Monarch is also a monk in the merger period, but the strength of sword cultivation in combat is almost the highest in the cultivation realm, and since he is a sword cultivator, he also has the strongest demand for divine sword, and he will never let go of the Xuanming Sword.

Knock him out first, and then take the Xuanming Sword, this is the common idea of the rest of the people.

Zhihe Jianjun has the reputation of "gentleman in the sword", but even if he is a gentleman, in this case, there are other great monks of the first-grade sect who are surrounded and suppressed, and he is also angry and laughs.

I saw the light of the spirit sword in his hand flashing, and a brilliant rainbow light floated out, turning into a misty smoke and rain, but where the rain seemed to be gone, the sword qi was sharp and pressing, leaving distorted traces in the void, and the spells, supernatural powers, and magic weapons of those monks fell into the rain curtain, which immediately caused a chaotic storm.

The shrill and piercing sound of magic weapons clashing, the impassioned battle song, and the roar of the savage beasts...... Mixed in one place, ups and downs, upset and disturbing.

Feeling the turmoil in his heart, Zhihe Jianjun was startled, and immediately looked at the Yunxiu Fairy of Jiushao Palace, knowing that she was not only chanting war songs, but also disturbing his mind with these chaotic sounds, cracking his clear sword heart, and suddenly frowned, and raised her hand to slash in her direction.

Fairy Yunxiu smiled slightly, her body swayed, like an unpredictable breeze, flashed in the void several times, leaving a ghost, almost just a moment's work, then flashed the mighty sword intent, returned to her Luanniao's back, sat down cross-legged, turned over and took out a yaoqin, fingertips flicked the strings, the sound of the piano was loud, with all kinds of sounds on the battlefield, it made people's qi and blood float, and the spiritual power was unstable.

Under the joint efforts of everyone, Zhihe Sword Monarch inevitably fell into disadvantage, but he did not panic, after all, it was only expedient for these people to join forces, as long as he showed a little more decline, the so-called alliance would immediately collapse, and when the situation was chaotic, he would not have no chance.

"Boom, boom!"

"——!"

"Bang!"

......

The Sword Spirit watched the battle not far away, trying to stabilize his body in the aftermath of the battle.

If it weren't for the fact that those monks were worried that the battle would affect the stone platform and cause the seal to fail, and the Xuanming Sword would lose control and not dare to let the aftermath pour into the direction of the stone platform, I am afraid that her spirit body would have been dispersed long ago, and she didn't know how long it would take to reunite.

A fervent longing rose in her heart, and she thought: If I also have such power, will these people dare to come and rob my body?

It's a pity that she was trapped in the seal, she had never come into contact with anyone, and she didn't have any cultivation methods, she only knew that she woke up and fell asleep, and she could have the strength she has now, which is purely accumulated slowly over countless years.

The sword spirit was unwilling in her heart, she didn't get any chance to become stronger, she had to face the crushing of the strong, this world is really dangerous, and she is so helpless.

Time passed, the battle in the sky became more and more intense, and the sword spirit vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and after reining in his mind and feeling it carefully, his face suddenly changed greatly.

"The Sealed World is about to collapse!"

A thought flashed, and after the horror, the sword spirit couldn't restrain a trace of ecstasy in her heart - the seal collapsed, and the power that bound the Xuanming Sword was gone, and she could return to her body, as long as she drove even one-tenth of the power of the body, she could escape!

At this time, she hoped that the one who used the sword would swing a few more swords, the one who drove the demon beast would let the demon beast breathe fire a few more times, and the one who played the piano would get high......

But these great cultivators also felt the changes in this world, and even faster than she could figure out what would happen if the seal collapsed - the Xuanming Sword had already fallen into demons! If no one controlled it, if such a magic sword was born, the mountain and sea realm would be in danger!

They immediately turned their spears and sacrificed magic weapons one by one to stabilize the void and suppress the Xuanming Sword that had begun to vibrate violently.

Seeing that the main body had broken the seal and was born, the sword spirit was originally very surprised, but when he turned his head and ushered in another hope shattered, he was immediately annoyed, clenched his fists, and glared at this group of hateful outsiders viciously.

But the dry stare of a weak chicken sword spirit would not be afraid of any great cultivator, and they didn't even cast a single glance.

Sword Spirit: "...... It's so angry!"

Seeing that the Xuanming Sword was once again suppressed by the power of the seal, those great monks couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and just as they didn't know whether to continue to fight in the seal or go to a place outside this seal to fight for the victory, suddenly a miserable green light flashed, and in the next moment, a cold feeling rose from everyone's hearts.

Everyone was stunned, and immediately thought of something, and looked at the gentle smile of the handsome boy, and their expressions changed greatly.

"Ghost, do you want to die?!" one of them said sharply, "You actually released the ghostly spirit, you ......"

Ghost Qi admired everyone's ugly faces, and looked at the green shadows that appeared one after another in the void, and his smile did not change, "The Ancient Demon Sword, it is said that it has killed almost everyone in the Mountain and Sea Realm, such a good ghost path material, I can't help but be tempted." ”

He came to find the Xuanming Sword because he took a fancy to the resentment that would inevitably exist in the Xuanming Sword—he wanted to nourish his ghostly spirit with this infinite resentment.

"You're crazy. ”

Zhihe Sword Monarch slashed out with a sword, smashing countless green shadows, but those shadows turned into mist and quickly recondensed in other places, as if they had not been harmed in the slightest.

Zen Master Zongshuo's expression was solemn, twisting the Buddha beads, spitting out syllables in his mouth, the golden light was released, and the green shadow of the irradiated place screamed and turned into nothingness, but soon there was a new shadow to replenish, and it was inexhaustible.

Fairy Yunxiu was awe-inspiring in her heart, but she didn't make a move at the first time, but looked at the stone platform - sure enough, she found that the seal had been shaken again, and traces of crimson and near-black appeared on the body of the Xuanming Sword's clear sword like water, which was the resentment of the ghost in her heart!

Ghost Qi also saw the changes in the Xuanming Sword, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his smile was more sincere, "Heaven is resentful, the best is resentful, excellent!"

"What a complete lunatic!"

Fairy Yunxiu couldn't help but curse secretly, in order to obtain resentment, he didn't care how many calamities the Xuanming Sword would cause after it was born, this damn demon monk!