The moment Wei Lingkong's voice fell, Ye Qianqiu's suppression of Xiaoyun was also at its limit.

Then a streamer burst out of Ye Qianqiu's palm, and finally hung above the two swords of thunder and lightning, that's right, just above these two swords, there was not a single bit.

Ye Qianqiu was embarrassed.

Wei Lingkong was taken aback.

"Qianqiu, you still have a sword hidden?" After being surprised, Wei Lingkong's eyes were filled with joy: "Is Qianqiu the sword prepared for me?"

Xiaoyun is a thin sword that is more likely to be used by women. The sword that Ye Qianqiu forged for Wei Lingkong before was actually based on Xiaoyun.

Before Ye Qianqiu could explain, Xiaoyun had already moved.

When Xiaoyun hung above the two swords, the two swords of Thunder and Lightning began to tremble, and then, the two swords jumped up without being pulled out.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Sword Tomb trembled, and while the three swords flew all over the world, the other swords that were suppressed by thunder and lightning were also restless.

The sword mountain under his feet began to collapse. The spirit swords, which were originally dull, also began to bloom their own luster. All kinds of colors flashed so that Ye Qianqiu's eyes hurt.

And Wei Lingkong was even more stunned by the scene in front of him.

After getting used to it for a while, Ye Qianqiu looked into the distance with great concern. Maybe in the eyes of others, the three swords are flying all over the world, but Ye Qianqiu can see that this is not the three swords flying all over the world, this is obviously the two swords of thunder and lightning chasing Xiaoyun!

How could Ye Qianqiu not be worried about Xiaoyun?

Wei Lingkong's cognition collapsed, he followed his master and stayed in the Sword Tomb for many years, and he almost knew everything about the things in the Sword Tomb, but he had never seen the scene in front of him.

"Qianqiu?" During this time, Wei Lingkong has developed the habit of asking Qianqiu if he doesn't know something, as long as there is something he doesn't understand, the first person Wei Lingkong asks will always be Ye Qianqiu.

Ye Qianqiu smiled, indicating that she could understand the reason for the scene in front of her.

The swords sent in by Xuantian Pavilion were basically the last swords of the master's life. The reason for sending it in is almost always that the original owner is dead.

The original owner died, and those swords were enshrined here before they had time to choose a new owner, so they were enshrined here as swords that wanted to be buried for their masters.

Originally, this kind of enshrined sword would definitely not settle down, even if it was tempted, it would tempt the new master to take him away. However, there are two big guys on the top of this sword mountain, and if the big guys don't leave, they don't even dare to get scared.

No, the big guy is gone, can the remaining swords not be activated?

"Qianqiu?" Wei Lingkong only waited for the word "hehe", and his questions had not been solved.

"Most of the swords here were voluntarily sacrificed to their masters. Ye Qianqiu summed up the reason for this incident in one sentence.

Indeed, the sword is much more specific than the man. It's rare to pedal two boats or something. However, after the death of one master, it is normal to choose the master again.

After all, a well-preserved sword is not a problem to exist for tens of thousands of years, and few monks can live so long.

Ye Qianqiu's statement was rather awkward, but Wei Lingkong still understood what Ye Qianqiu meant. After understanding this, Wei Lingkong was a little embarrassed. Obviously, all the sects are sword cultivators, but no one can guess the idea of these swords, but let Ye Qianqiu, a monk who is not a sword cultivator, guess it.

Ye Qianqiu couldn't take care of Wei Lingkong's mind now, her attention was always on Xiaoyun's body.

Ye Qianqiu knew better than anyone what Xiaoyun was. Xiaoyun is a divine sword, even if he is not a sword cultivator, the power of Xiaoyun divine sword itself is enough to make ordinary swords retreat.

However, the current scene greatly exceeded Ye Qianqiu's expectations. Because, the chase in the sky is not the three swords traveling together, but the two swords behind are chasing Xiaoyun.

As a wind-attribute divine sword, Xiaoyun is faster than a streamer. However, those two swords could almost catch up with Xiaoyun. In Ye Qianqiu's opinion, there were only three rays of light flying around in the sky.

Ye Qianqiu pinched a handful of sweat, three rays of light, the first to reveal his true body, it was also the white line that belonged to Xiaoyun.

After revealing his true body, Xiaoyun rushed towards Ye Qianqiu, and then hid directly in Ye Qianqiu's body. When he was in the Heavenly Palace on the clouds, most of Xiaoyun's power was extracted, and he couldn't recover it for such a long time.

The two swords chasing Xiaoyun finally stopped in front of Ye Qianqiu, and the sharp light made Ye Qianqiu's hairs stand up. Although she can't compare to Wei Lingkong's intuition of sword cultivation, as a person who has died I don't know how many times, Ye Qianqiu's intuition of death is also quite sensitive.

These two swords definitely want to kill themselves and cut Xiaoyun out.

Ye Qianqiu wanted to cry, this kind of killing machine was obviously recruited by Xiaoyun, but she had no choice but to bear it. The two swords circled around Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong, and the swords that had flashed with various lights around them before now converged as if those rays had not existed before.

Pressure, Ye Qianqiu felt the pressure. No wonder the swords on Sword Mountain were all pretending to be dead before, and under this pressure, there was only one explanation for whether those swords were pretending to be dead, and they wanted to provoke these two swords.

"Your ancestor's sword has a really big temper. Ye Qianqiu sent a voice to the guard.

Wei Lingkong didn't make any comments, after all, he had never seen the two swords of Thunder and Lightning so lively, and Wei Lingkong had never seen these two swords move before when he came in.

"Seniors, juniors have offended, please forgive me!" Ye Qianqiu is a good person, and he decisively admits in this situation. This kind of sword that can act recklessly without an owner, it should not be too much to say about the seniors.

The sword that was originally circling around Ye Qianqiu finally stopped, and then turned to Wei Lingkong's face.

Ye Qianqiu hurriedly tugged at Wei Lingkong's sleeve: "Quick, hurry up and admit it." ”

Although he hadn't offended these two swords before, Ye Qianqiu let him admit it, and Wei Lingkong also decisively confessed: "The disciple has offended a lot, please forgive the patriarch!"

After Wei Lingkong apologized, the two swords slammed away, and then one sword turned into a wolf, and the other sword turned into a sheep. The two creatures that are obviously natural enemies are actually standing in one place very strangely.

Then, the wolf opened his mouth, and a voice came from inside: "This place is the place where the sword god is silent, so you should retreat quickly." ”

The wolf's voice was deep and hostile. However, as soon as its voice fell, another shrill voice came out again: "The disciple of Xuantian Pavilion is the heir of the master, and it is obviously not disturbing to come to the Land of Silence. ”

The sheep's voice was shrill and enthusiastic, and it had already walked to Wei Lingkong's side: "I remember you, when you were a child, you often came here. ”

"What? This kid was the one who was particularly abrasive at the time?" the deep voice began to crumble.

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