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Chapter 103: Disturbed Hearts

Without a blade, the blue brilliance moved with Ye Xiaochuan's thoughts, and emanated faintly from the ancient inscription patterns in the sword body. That familiar but slightly cool feeling came into his body from the divine sword, as if it was integrated into the blood in his body, and even into the bone marrow.

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly discovered that his ability to sense the Bladeless Ancient Sword with a mysterious origin, after waking up from a coma after the battle with Sun Yao, seemed to have become stronger, and he was more handy in control, as if the feeling of blood connection had deepened a little.

The battle was imminent, but he looked at the bladeless ancient sword that exuded a dark blue luster, and the dreamlike man in white appeared in his mind at an inopportune time, and his ears seemed to echo the sad poem that the handsome man in white sang before he disappeared.

There is no blade of the sword, the thought of cutting the dust, and the three lives and seven generations are constantly chopping.

Reincarnation is bitter, the face is far away, who is with you on the road to the end of the world.

The beauty has fallen, the flowers are gone, and I only wish to sleep with you.

The heavens are vast, the red dust is noisy, what does immortality have to do with me.

A pot of wine, a sword, why is it so difficult?

In the dream, the sad but heartfelt chanting voice of the man in white lingered in his ears for a long time, as if there was a mysterious magic power in this ancient sword, and every time he saw the bladeless sword, he couldn't help but think of the man in white.

Sometimes, even he couldn't tell whether that mysterious white space was a dream or a spirit gathering circle that really existed in the Bladeless Ancient Sword.

Suddenly, in this moment of lightning and flint in Ye Xiaochuan's mind, a broken memory crossed it, and his face immediately changed!

It was a critical period for him to fight with Sun Yao, and the moment he faced Sun Yao's powerful Qiankun sword attack, he clearly felt that the bladeless ancient sword in his hand trembled violently, and when he looked down at the ancient sword, his blood was quickly merging into the body of the divine sword.

"This sword can suck the blood of living people!"

This thought flashed through his mind, but for Ye Xiaochuan, it was tantamount to a thunderbolt in the clear sky!

In fact, this fragment flickering in his memory is not the first time that Wu Feng has absorbed his blood.

A few months ago, Ye Xiaochuan was in a hurry for quick success, and if his cultivation was not enough, he forcibly cultivated the classic texts on the cliff wall, but as a result, his spiritual power could not be controlled, and he went mad.

At that time, a mouthful of essence blood happened to be sprayed on the hilt of the Bladeless Divine Sword, and it was the hilt of the Bladeless Divine Sword that absorbed his essence blood and completed the ritual of dripping blood to recognize the Lord, which helped him get through the danger.

It's just that Ye Xiaochuan was in a coma that time, and he didn't see the appearance of the divine sword sucking the blood of living people.

Standing in the ring at this moment, looking at Wu Feng in his hand, he suddenly remembered that when he was fighting with Sun Yao, at the last moment, the divine sword quickly absorbed his own blood.

Vampire?

Where is the Yin Damage Magic Weapon in the Righteous Path that sucks the blood of living people? Only Demon Sect demons have always used this kind of murderous magic weapon!

Ye Xiaochuan was shocked in his heart at this moment, and even a little frightened!

In fact, he is not experienced enough, and the magic weapons of blood-sucking are not all crooked ways.

In the cultivation realm, there is a kind of magic weapon that is too surging and vigorous in spiritual power, and it is very difficult for cultivators to control it, and only by using blood as a medium to complete the ritual of recognizing the Lord with blood can they be urged.

This kind of magic weapon is collectively called the blood refining magic weapon, because the material requirements are almost harsh, the blood refining magic weapon that has been circulated in the world is rare, and in the entire Cangyun Gate, there are only a few blood refining magic weapons.

The slash in Yun Qiyou's hand can only be urged after dripping blood to recognize the master.

Ye Xiaochuan was young and had little experience, he had no concept of the blood refining magic weapon, and at this moment, he suddenly remembered that his divine sword could suck the essence blood of living people, and his heart was shocked.

Under the ring, after everyone saw Ye Xiaochuan pull out the fairy sword, he suddenly felt a little daze at the cyan ancient sword in his hand, and then his expression changed rapidly, as if he was thinking about something terrifying.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Chen Mo couldn't help coughing.

Said slowly: "Senior Brother Ye, this, can we start?"

Ye Xiaochuan's body shook violently, and his mind, which was silent in fear and fear, seemed to be pulled back to reality by a strong force in an instant.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Mo, and suddenly showed a trace of confusion.

After a while, he said, "Senior Brother Chen, be careful!"

After speaking, the person followed the sword and stabbed at Chen Mo on the opposite side.

Chen Moxian's sword was unsheathed, and the turquoise sword swept up, blocking a sword from Ye Xiaochuan's attack, and then he picked it up with a backhand and counterattacked Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan returned to the sword to parry, and the two used their swords to dismantle dozens of moves in the ring.

Due to Ye Xiaochuan's turmoil at the moment, the bloodthirsty picture of the divine sword had been flashing repeatedly in his mind, and he was a little distracted, and his mysterious invisible phantom body technique was not brought into play at all, and he was immediately suppressed by the green fairy sword in Chen Mo's hand and couldn't raise his head.

On the periphery of the Kun Position Ring, in the corner of the edge of the onlookers, several female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu stood on the periphery of the crowd.

Yang Liudi's eyebrows furrowed, looked at the two people who were dismantling each other in the ring, and said: "What's the matter with this little slippery head, the sword skills and body techniques he used today are obviously much worse than the first round of Hu Daoxin? Could this be his conspiracy again?"

Ning Xiangruo said: "I think so." His opponent in the last round, Senior Sister Yuan Quan, surrendered without a fight, even if the battle with Sun Yao was excessively attritional, but it has been several days, and it should be recovered, why does it suddenly seem that the Tao has dropped greatly? In the melee battle, it is not at all comparable to the battle against Hu Daoxin. This kid is probably holding back something bad in his heart. ”

Almost everyone saw that Ye Xiaochuan's competition today was a little wrong, and melee combat should be his forte, but Ye Xiaochuan was in close combat with Chen Mo at the moment, and the kind of mysterious, invisible, and elusive body technique was not brought into play at all, and the speed of the moves, the strength and power of each sword, were far inferior to the performance in the first round against Hu Daoxin.

Yun Qiyou, who had an indifferent face, watched Ye Xiaochuan being suppressed in the ring, a trace of suspicion appeared in her eyes, and then there was a faint worry.

She wasn't worried about Ye Xiaochuan's defeat, but worried about other things.

She knows more or less about Ye Xiaochuan's Taoism, in this top ten fate-determining fighting competition, Ye Xiaochuan can't save his strength or hold back other bad ideas in his heart as several senior sisters around him said, but what's going on with Ye Xiaochuan at this moment?

Only a few people noticed that when Ye Xiaochuan pulled out the cyan fairy sword in his hand, his expression obviously changed drastically, first with sadness, and then with fear.

Ye Xiaochuan seemed to have a fear of the sword in his hand!

It was precisely because Ye Xiaochuan was unstable that he was facing Chen Mo, who was slightly higher in cultivation than him, and immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Yun Qiyou didn't know why she was worried about Ye Xiaochuan, a person she wasn't very familiar with, she didn't even think that she, who had always been alone, would worry about others.

And the other party is just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.