Ling Xiao didn't know how many years he had been in the Sword Shrine.

As the only immortal sword in the immortal cultivation world that has given birth to a sword spirit, she was regarded by Kunlun as the treasure of Zhenshan, and was placed in the center of the sword mound enchantment from the beginning of the establishment of the Kunlun Sword Shrine.

Every twenty years, a group of newcomers come to the sword shrine to find the right sword for themselves.

And everyone who entered the sword shrine, without exception, stared at the sword in the center of the sword shrine with burning eyes.

Soaring Sword.

Legend has it that it is the personal sword of Bai Shanyue headed by the seven heroes of the Kunlun Creation School.

Who is Kunlun Baishan Yue?

That is the first god to reach the tribulation period since the opening of the era of mortal immortal cultivation, if it weren't for the fate of the time, encountering the seven-star alignment, the demon tribulation descended on the world, I am afraid it would have already soared.

But no one can understand this immortal luck, Bai Shanyue finally sacrificed herself for the peace of the world and drove the demon back to the demon stream.

And the Ling Xiao Sword was the only magic weapon left by this senior, the only immortal weapon that survived under the suicide seal of the three Tribulation Period monks.

Let's ask which one of the sword cultivators who worship the Kunlun Sect is not eager to get the favor of such a sword.

Ling Xiao was accustomed to the hot eyes of these juniors, and secretly rolled his eyes. The Kunlun Sect is really not as good as one session, and there are only three Heavenly Spirit Root Cultivators among a hundred people!

What Ling Xiao didn't know was that since the beginning of the end of the law era, the Heavenly Spirit Root cultivators had become more and more scarce, and the three Heavenly Spirit Roots of the Kunlun Sect had made other sects red-eyed.

"Xiuxiu, which sword do you think is more pleasing to the eye?" Among these people, it is obvious that the three Heavenly Spirit Roots are the mainstay, and Bai Xiuxiu, as the only woman among the three, will inevitably get some more sight.

What's more, I heard that she is still from Bai Shanyue's family.

It is hard to guarantee that Ling Xiaojian will not recognize it as the main because of this little bloodline.

"Hmm...... I don't know. The woman's voice is soft and glutinous, and it is easy to make people feel good.

In fact, Ling Xiao noticed Bai Xiuxiu from the first time she entered the Sword Shrine.

The offspring of the dog thief Bai Shanyue, tsk, the waist is not thin enough, the legs are not long enough, and the butt is not big enough, just a face, barely eye-catching.

No one knows, in fact, the relationship between Ling Xiao and Bai Shanyue is not good.

When Ling Xiao was first born as a sword spirit, he was very aggressive. Whether it's a human or a demon, as long as it doesn't go her way, she wants to kill her.

And Bai Shanyue never used her to kill, and even when dealing with demons, she had to devote her energy to suppress Ling Xiao, who was about to move.

He only lets Ling Xiao out when he's resting. When Ling Xiao first transformed into a human form, he thought he was a peerless beauty.

But Bai Shanyue squirted out a sip of tea, disgusted that her waist was not thin enough, her breasts were not big enough, her legs were not long enough, and she had long orange hair that was fiery and strange.

The angry Ling Xiao ignored him for half a year.

Ling Xiao said that it was Bai Shanyue's natal sword, but in fact, the two of them were more like friends.

Ling Xiao was happy to see Bai Shanyue provoked the dragon clan to be chased out for thousands of miles, and he was even happier to see Bai Shanyue being punished by his master and thinking about the cliff with a loveless face, and he preferred to see him being entangled by a bunch of women and unable to get out.

In short, as long as Bai Shanyue hits a wall, she likes it.

But that damn dog thief actually carried her to death alone, which made her bored in the sword mound.

Damn, damn it, damn it.

Forget it, it's all dead......

Ling Xiao's kung fu in a trance, he saw more than a dozen swords in the sword mound detach from their original positions and flew towards Bai Xiuxiu, one with two dog legs, very close to Bai Xiuxiu.

I saw Bai Xiuxiu's face red, and her words were not shocking: "I don't know which one to choose?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Longquan, fish intestines, seven murders, and cadres Mo Xie...... This is one of the best swords, it really deserves to be the bloodline of the Bai family!

"Damn, you shameless old girls are so energetic to see the little girl?" Ling Xiao couldn't help but squirt.

In the thousands of years of the sword mound, other swords have also slowly developed spiritual intelligence, but their spiritual intelligence is not high, and they usually look at the sky with the horse's head in the sky.

"Boss, the rare Tianlinggen is still a woman, and people want to lie down on the soft waist of a beautiful girl......"

"Boss, how can you say that, I'm definitely not for beauty!"

"Boss ......"

Ling Xiao sneered, indicating that he had seen through the hearts of these single, thousand-year-old singles.

"Alas, these five hundred years have arrived, and the seal of the Demon Stream should be loosened again, Ling Xiao will be born at this time every time, and she is too quiet this year. Ling Xiao heard a junior say, "I thought we were lucky enough to see the sword unsheathed this time!"

Another 500 years have passed...... Ling Xiao patted his head, he really should go to the demon stream to hang around, and let the group of demons and monsters recall what his aunt and grandmother looked like.

She just wanted to tremble a little to express her intentions, when she heard a young man standing beside Bai Xiuxiu say: "Xiuxiu, the sword mound has always taken the sword according to fate, and there is no rule that one person can only take one sword. ”

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"What's more, the Lingxiao Sword is not a good thing, and she doesn't recognize the master, and when the Demon Stream seal is strong, she flies back to the sword mound, which is simply treating us as tools. ”

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How can you do that?

Ling Xiaoqi's hair stood up, who is this man!! who is talking nonsense to other little girls with a little bit of posture, missing her peerless sword, and there is still that sword in the world that can scare the dogs of the demon stream?

Seeing that Bai Xiuxiu looked like he was about to be brainwashed successfully, the young man slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and he continued to add fuel and vinegar and said, "Alas...... What's more, that Ling Xiao Sword is simply a mortal wolf, which person who has taken her will have a good end? Not to mention Bai Shanyue, I can't even see a single corpse, let's just say that the one who is closer to us, five hundred years ago, was sealed by Xi Rulai under the Five Finger Mountain...... You see, neither one or two ended well...... Who's hitting me!"

As soon as the young man touched his head and turned his head, he saw the Ling Xiao Sword hanging behind him that was supposed to lie in the center of the large array.

At the same time, a woman with long, flying orange hair was looking at him through gritted teeth.

"What's your name?"

Unexpectedly, the young man smiled lightly and bowed to her, "Below, Ink Yang." ”

Ling Xiao smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and the two sharp tiger teeth flashed with a cold light.

"Good. From now on, you will only have my sword. ”

Say I'm going to kill you, little cub!

After saying that, Ling Xiao slipped into the sword and instructed Ling Xiao's sword to press on the young man's back.

The young man's spine bent slightly, and he felt as if he was carrying a big mountain on his back, and he knew it in his heart. It was Ling Xiao who deliberately increased the weight of Ling Xiao's sword.

"Shuiyang, are you okay!" Bai Xiuxiu looked at the young man's sideburns and couldn't help but show a worried look.

The juniors who came in together also looked at Mo Yang with a worried face.

The orange-haired woman just now was Ling Xiao's sword spirit! It looked so murderous, not like a fairy sword, but like a magic sword!

"It's fine. Ink Yang mobilized the aura around his body, and then slowly straightened his waist.

At this time, everyone almost found the right sword, and the sword mound teleported them all.

Ling Xiaojian's seventh exit from the mountain, and the dust settled.

It is not Bai Xiuxiu, the descendant of Baishan Yue, who everyone speculates, but another Tianlinggen boy, Ink Yang.