Seven Nights' plan was not immediately implemented, as an accident broke his plans for the rest of the day.

Just when Qiye wanted to understand the reason and was about to stand up and expose the conspiracy of Sword City no matter what, there was a sudden uproar in the Battle City Society.

The crowd unconsciously retreated outward, giving way to a large expanse, as if the tide was rapidly receding, and even the seven nights were affected, and they couldn't help but retreat a few steps back to avoid the crowd.

At this time, he had time to look up and find out what was going on.

A group of uniformly dressed monks quickly ran to the center of the open space, formed a circle to make a defensive gesture, and then a middle-aged monk with a little different costume, but more gorgeous and bright, slowly walked up to the built stage with a long cloth bag in his arms.

At the Battle City Society, trade is happening all the time, and everyone knows that time is precious.

To be able to make everyone stop the transaction in their hands and focus on the middle-aged monk, what he is holding in his arms should be the key.

"The sword is in my hand, start bidding now, the highest bidder wins!

The man surnamed Meng couldn't hide his excitement on his face, and he couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the cloth bag. Nanaya noticed that he was grasping the knuckles of his fingers in the cloth bag, which were slightly white from overexertion.

This also made Nanaya see that the inner outline of the cloth bag he grabbed should be the "sword" in his mouth.

The sword, what sword, is worth the fact that so many monks have stopped trading in their hands, and what sword is worth his fanfare?

"The sword is in your hand, Meng Youcai, don't think that you dare to talk about it here because you have become the lord of a small city with a little shit luck, you can get that sword?"

Some people thought that they had seen through the details of the middle-aged monk and stood up to expose it. His words made many people whisper.

When Meng Youcai heard this, his face turned red all of a sudden, like a ball full of air, and even the green tendons on his face could be seen clearly.

"You...... You...... You're spewing blood! I, Meng Youcai, have always been honest, and this is the Battle City Society, so I don't dare to deceive people here! Can I not take Sword City in my eyes?"

Although he spoke intermittently, as if he was lacking in qi, there was some truth in listening carefully after expressing it.

Indeed, looking at him, he doesn't look like the kind of person who dares to challenge Sword City, so what he is holding in his arms should be the sword that attracts everyone.

Only, what kind of sword is it?

"Hmph, as far as I know, this sword has been searched for three years by many cities, and if it can be found, it would have been snatched by those big cities a long time ago, where is it your turn to bid today!"

"So what, everyone has their own luck, I just have more than others, and this sword was also recently found, just in time!"

seems to have calmed down from the initial excitement, Meng Youcai's words gradually became clearer, and his emotions slowly stabilized.

His rebuttal left the person who made the provocative speech speechless to say, if everything was attributed to luck, then Meng Youcai would not be wrong to get this sword.

But when it came, he still added: "In that case, it's better to let everyone take a look at the legendary sword first, at least so that you can know that you are not lying, and everyone will have a bottom when bidding!"

The red on Meng Youcai's face gradually faded, and he stared at the person standing in the crowd and spoke, and snorted coldly.

"Iron is not good, I know that you are jealous of my luck, okay! this time come and dismantle my platform, I will let you see this legendary sword!"

As he spoke, he pulled the cloth bag violently, and displayed the things that were originally in the cloth bag in front of everyone at once.

The moment the cloth bag was uncovered, a rich vicissitudes of life emanated, making all the monks onlookers instantly feel as if they were being targeted by the ancient giant beast, and they didn't dare to move easily.

Then their eyes were on Meng Youcai, the sword on his body!

The body of the sword is bright and dark, and there seems to be a faint layer of gray shrouding the sword body, and the end of the sword has a three-color gemstone set on the handle, which is indescribably simple.

Qiye's eyes narrowed in an instant, and he inadvertently revealed a strong sword killing intent to the extreme, and the direction was Meng Youcai!

Meng Youcai couldn't help but be smart, but he didn't know that this cold killing intent came from the direction of Qiye, and he thought it was just the killing intent emanating from the sword in his arms, because it wasn't once or twice.

Not only Meng Youcai, but all the sword cultivators present once again felt a killing intent.

They also blamed the killing intent on the sword, which allowed Nanaya to hide for the time being, without revealing himself.

It's not that Qiye didn't pay attention to hiding himself, but it was really because of the sword in Meng Youcai's hand - that sword, the sword with three-color gems embedded at the end of the sword, isn't it the evil sword that was separated from him?

Sword cultivation, each one, has its own sword.

They accompany each other for a lifetime, and are faithful and silent companions.

Seven nights, who lost his companion, were even embarrassed to say that he was still a sword cultivator, which was an incompetent sword cultivator.

But now, his former sword appeared in the Battle City Club, and it was also auctioned off by Meng Youcai as a treasure, how could this not make him feel angry, and he couldn't help but release the killing intent of the sword path.

Meng Youcai uncovered the cloth bag, and hugged the evil sword tightly, as if he was afraid that it would fly away.

"See! This is the sword used by the Demon Lord, and it has killed many powerful people, so I don't need to tell me how precious it is!"

The sword of the Demon Lord, the word Demon Lord, had only appeared three years ago, before the human world had fallen into chaos.

But not every demon lord uses a sword, and not every demon lord uses a good sword, there is only one former legend, a demon lord from the Sword Immortal Palace, and his sword has shaken the dreams of many people.

Seven Nights of the Demon King!

This name even surpassed Jian Fengxue and his Heaven-shattering Sword.

Because they're old, and the Demon Lord Seven Nights is still young, there's an endless future ahead of them, and more importantly, he's dead—

Died at the moment when the Ten Thousand Blood Sealing Spirit Array broke, and died under the iron hooves of countless demon clans' conquests, although he used the Heavenly Tribulation Blue Thunder to delay the opening of the Ten Thousand Blood Sealing Spirit Array, and won the opportunity for many humans to escape, but in the end he still sacrificed.

The young genius of the Demon Lord Seven Nights, the least of the geniuses, died at the beginning of the chaotic war.

His name is recorded on the Monument of Merit, but the Sword of Evil, the weapon that accompanied him in establishing his fame, has also been lost.

It wasn't until now that he was found by Meng Youcai and displayed by him at the Battle City Meeting, that many people who only heard his name saw the truth for the first time!

Sword! It must have the appearance of a sword, the soul and bone essence of the sword, even if it has been cultivated by no one for many years, and the evil sword that has lost the master of the sword cultivation still has incomparable power, no worse than the earth-shattering sword!

If you get such a sword, if it is a strong person like Jian Fengxue, it is likely that you will go one step further and enter a new realm!

As soon as they thought of this, many people's breathing instantly became heavier.

Even if they can't use it, can't afford it, and aren't worthy of such a sword, they can also use it to attract strong people to take refuge and create a peerless powerhouse like Sword Fengxue, which is greater than the benefits of the Battle City Meeting.

"I'll exchange a cart of fine gold wood for it!" Someone soon couldn't help but rush to make an offer.

He knew that his price might not be able to overwhelm everyone, but it was a pity that such a treasure as the Sword of Evil Punishment would not be able to win it if he did not make a bid.

"I sent two carts of Hundred Refining Xuanhuo Copper, which was snatched from a copper mountain guarded by the Demon Clan's Red Spirit Ape!"

All of a sudden, all the monks became excited, and after seeing the true face of the Evil Sword, the last trace of hesitation in their hearts turned into firmness.

No matter what, no matter what the price, they have to get!

The price is still soaring, and the expression on Meng Youcai's face is even more exciting, those rare materials that he can't think of on weekdays now seem to have become the most worthless things in their mouths.

Qiye's face was very bad, he didn't think that the higher the value of the Evil Sword, the happier he should be.

His companion was being auctioned off as a transactional goods, how could he sit quietly below, as an indifferent passer-by!

Sixty-four four-colored sword qi appeared behind Qiye at will, and the incomparably huge sword wings squeezed away the surrounding monks at once, and everyone looked at the man in front of them in shock, as if they wanted to figure out what he wanted to do.

They weren't stupid people, so they could naturally feel the terrifying momentum of the sixty-four sword qi behind Qiye.

It's just that they still don't understand, or they don't react - someone really dares to do something at the Battle City Meeting in Sword City?

However, many monks who had witnessed the scene of Lin Yu being killed before suddenly compared the appearance of the monk in front of them with before, and then exclaimed:

"This person is the murderer who killed the seventy-two immortal puppets before!

They thought that that person had disappeared for a while, and he should have been captured and disposed of by the people of Sword City, after all, those who dared to make a move on the seventy-two immortal puppets could not let go of the means of sealing the snow with a sword.

But Seven Nights appeared here again, and he came with a thick murderous aura, and the armament behind him made everyone frightened.

One stone shattered Lin Yu, how strong the means of Qiye were, they didn't dare to test it at all, and they all made way for him.

Meng Youcai's face suddenly became very ugly, he kept the evil sword in his arms, and kept scolding his mother in his heart: "Damn Sword City, how can this guy still be here!

No matter what Meng Youcai called in his heart, the people in Sword City seemed to be really dead, so no one appeared.

When the old man found out about the situation here, he wanted to make a move, but as soon as he saw the two pieces of sixty-four four-colored sword qi in Qiye, he suddenly lost his confidence.

This problem is very serious, he has no way to deal with it alone, the best and best way is to go to Jian Fengxue now and report to him about the situation in the Battle City Association, which will take time.

And this time is enough for seven nights to walk in front of Meng Youcai step by step, one at a time.

The sword wing behind him flapped, and Meng Youcai felt that small cuts had been cut on his face.

Seven Nights stared at him, and the sword in his arms, and said in an almost cold voice:

"This sword...... It's mine!"