"Seven nights of the sword fairy, catch the sword!"

Someone outside the field shouted, which made the head of the family in the battlefield look sideways, and even made Qiye Zhao Yin startled.

Take the sword, what kind of sword, the monks at the head of the family who were present wished they would die early, who would give them a sword?

Indeed, none of the family masters present would give Qiye a sword, and they couldn't even call the name of Sword Immortal Qiye, and their cognition of Qiye until now only stayed on a spiritual energy transformation master named Ye Ruge.

Or, this aura shapeshifter has a bit of strange methods, but it's just a little weird, and it has nothing to do with the sword immortal at all.

They don't know, Zhao Yin doesn't know, but someone knows.

It's not just one person, there are three people who have heard Seven Nights admit that Sleepover Ruge is just a pseudonym, and his real name is Seven Nights.

This name felt familiar when he first heard it, and Lin Yanjiu felt more and more that he seemed to have heard of it somewhere, and he thought about it for a while, and finally sorted out his clue, thinking of where he had heard such a name.

Before, there were foreign monks, because of the invasion of the demon clan, they fled thousands of miles to the Pingbei Desert to join all forces.

Their Lin family also received similar monks, and the other party also brought the so-called "name petition", that is, treasures.

Because he was also a sword cultivator, it happened that Lin Yanjiu was present at the time, and he offered a sword known as extraordinary to those foreign monks who took refuge in the Lin family.

It's just that at that time, he could also see that the sword was extraordinary, and it was indeed extraordinary, but unfortunately the sword lost its soul and spirituality, and it could only be regarded as an ordinary treasure at best, and it was inevitable that he sighed for a while in his heart, and heard the news about the owner of this sword in his ears.

Seven Nights of the Sword Immortal, Seven Nights of the Demon Lord, this is what outsiders call him, and when they say this name, the pupils of their eyes are fearful and complicated.

When he heard that the owner of the sword had died in the hands of the demon clan, Lin Yanjiu shook his head and turned around and left.

He had the Burning Sword, which was his chosen companion for the rest of his life, and no matter how optimistic he was about the sword he offered, it was difficult to mention his interest in it again.

But at this moment, when the memories in his mind flowed out like flowing water, the floodgates of memories were out of control, and those memories of the seven nights and the sword filled all his minds at once.

Qiye is a sword cultivator! There is no doubt about this, Lin Yanjiu had guessed earlier, and Qiye responded vaguely at that time, and did not admit it positively.

But now, when he heard the name of Nanaya again, the thoughts of the memories in his mind suddenly became clear.

Qiye is not only a sword cultivator, but also a very powerful sword cultivator, Lin Yanjiu's perception as a sword cultivator at the beginning was not wrong, he came from the outside world, he was a person who should have died!

Although he didn't die, he entered the Pingbei Desert and lost his sword, no wonder Lin Yanjiu kept feeling that something had changed.

A sword cultivator without a sword, no matter how powerful you are, you will eventually lack that taste, that kind of fundamental self-confidence, and companions!

It is equivalent to being born without a hand, a right-hand man!

Lin Yanjiu understood this feeling, and as a sword cultivator, he had the deepest experience, so when he suddenly figured out the doubts in his heart, he immediately discussed with Zhao Shumad and Zhao Mengsheng that he wanted to do one thing.

Take the sword!

Go back to Lin's house and get the sword of Seven Nights, the sword that should have belonged to him and galloped the world with him!

Zhao Shumad and Zhao Mengsheng did not object, they did not have the slightest intention of objecting at all, and they unconditionally supported the matter of Qiye.

From returning to the Lin family to returning to Xisha Land, the process took a long time, and when they rushed back to the battlefield, it was also when Qiye and Zhao Yin fell back into the bad situation of being besieged.

Lin Yanjiu did not hesitate, his mind was blank at this time.

He only knew that these were all family masters who could tremble when they said a word in the Pingbei Desert, and they could be easily seen in ordinary times.

And now, he saw a look on their faces that he almost thought he was dazzled, it seemed to be- angry and ruined? So many people besieged him, and as a result, he was defeated a lot by Zhao Yin of the Seven Nights, and he hadn't taken the other party yet, so he was angry?

Seeing that he was not too late, Lin Yanjiu first breathed a sigh of relief.

But right now, there are so many master-level monks, and he still has that bitter and hateful expression, as if he saw what happened after he gave the sword.

The Lin family, after all, is inevitably a big family in the Pingbei Desert, it is also one of the strong competitors of the Zhao family, for the interests of the Lin family, no matter from which point of view, Lin Yanjiu should not send this sword.

But he still came, came, and didn't have a chance to choose again.

When Lin Yanjiu appeared on the edge, the head of the family had already noticed his appearance, and the sword he was holding in his arms.

There was not much time left for Lin to burn the wine, and every minute was racing. Perhaps after only hesitating in his mind for less than a breath, Lin Yanjiu shouted out the previous sentence loudly.

The sentence that made everyone look sideways, made Zhao Yin of Qiye frightened, and Lin Yanjiu's words, can have such a huge impact on the battle situation, he is already proud of himself.

Qiye turned around, and he also saw the person who came clearly.

No, to be exact, it was the gaze that was tightly locked on the sword that Lin Yanjiu was holding in his arms!

It's really sleepy and has a pillow, obviously he has been forced to a desperate situation of slow death by these family owners, but Lin Yanjiu appeared at this time.

His appearance didn't have the meaning of turning the situation around, but the sword in his hand had! Others may not know the meaning of that sword, but who could be more familiar with this sword than Nanaya? Because this sword originally belonged to him!

Evil Sword!

A brand new sword re-forged with the remnant star sword as the main body, mixed with the outer clouds that suppress the evil spirits.

It is also a sword that grows and matures with the Seven Nights Killing Battle, this is the sword of the Seven Nights, and it is his right-hand man as a sword cultivator!

"Throw it!" Qiye didn't hesitate, he said calmly, no matter what the other people reacted to, he turned directly to the side, and turned closer to the place where Lin Yanjiu appeared.

Zhao Yin reacted for the second time, he didn't know why Qiye was so moving, but he knew how to cooperate.

The head of the first family in the Pingbei Desert, if he doesn't even have this bit of eyesight, then how can he be the head of the family.

The other family heads naturally saw that Qiye was different from before, and their suspicions also fell on Lin Yanjiu and the sword he was holding in his arms.

Everyone moved for a moment after being stunned, and they all went in the direction of Lin Yanjiu, which made Lin Yanjiu stupid all of a sudden, he had not experienced such a shocking battle, and the power masters who could almost be named in the Pingbei Desert came towards him.

This feeling is as if he has suddenly become a fragrant bait.

However, fragrant dumplings are not so easy to be, and if you are not careful, it is very likely to be swallowed by these guys who eat people and don't spit out bones.

That's why Qiye reminded him to throw the evil sword over and throw it to him after he was stunned for a short time.

Lin Yanjiu did so, it wasn't that he had figured out the various reasons, his mind was still in a blank state now, after all, it was the top-level monk of the entire Pingbei Desert, and the shock and pressure brought to him was quite huge.

He is not like Seven Nights, who has experienced many catastrophes and tribulations, and his heart has not really sharpened and grown.

He just followed his instinct, and happened to hear Qiye's words in his ears, and instinctively let go of his hands and threw the evil sword in the direction in front of him.

"Stop it!" the blood wolf roared, and its entire huge body suddenly became three times smaller, but the speed at which it moved in the air increased several times at once.

As for Chen Ying and the Yunzhong monks, one of them stopped Zhao Yin, who was helping to resist, and the other chased after him with dark clouds, trying to delay Qiye so that the other monks could arrive in advance and get the sword before Qiye.

It's just that their reaction was already half a beat slower than Qiye's.

Before they could figure out what impact the appearance of a forest burning wine could have on the battle situation, Qiye had already moved.

As for these giants of the Pingbei Desert, they saw that Qiye was so eager to want the sword in Lin Yanjiu's hand, so they had to stop it.

This is just an instinct, a guess, what can move Qiye must be something that can help him and Zhao Yin break the current predicament, and this kind of thing, a hundred and ten thousand can't be in his hands.

With such a mentality, they rushed towards Lin Yanjiu desperately,

On the contrary, it was Lin Yanjiu, who was shocked by such a terrifying momentum, and his brain went blank, and he wasted an opportunity to provoke those family masters.

However, looking at the way he is now, it is still a question whether he can retreat from the pressure of such a momentum, let alone think of using the Evil Sword to provoke them.

"Pay attention to the severity of the shot, that seems to be the only seedling of the Lin family, don't let the Lin family go crazy, let's not do it. At this time, the heads of the family who were still sane reminded each other that they saw the identity of Lin Yanjiu, and they were still a little afraid to make a move.

But their worries are obviously unnecessary, and it is not unreasonable to say that one step at a time is slow, one step at a time.

Qiye moved before them, even Zhao Yin reacted faster than them, so they arrived first, and the sword thrown in the air was caught in Qiye's hand in the air!

Smack!

The crisp voice sounded very abruptly, and the moment the evil sword touched the palm of Qiye's hand, the smile on his face spread, and the other family heads secretly screamed in their hearts and restrained their bodies one after another.

Momentum.

After the Sword of Evil was held in the hand of Qiye, his sudden change in momentum was felt in advance by every monk present.

Zheng!

The evil sword made a sound of golden iron, the sound contained too many emotions, the spirit sword has a spirit, and the reunion after a long absence of three years is more of a joy in this sword sound, and it also carries a kind of firmness to resist the enemy together.

Qiye smiled and shook his long arm, and the flowing luster swept away from the body of the Evil Sword, making it look new again.

The momentum is different, and the seven nights who didn't hold the sword, or gave them more awkwardness, all disappeared at this moment, which also made all the family heads understand a little.

This "Seven Nights of Sword Immortal", he is not a spiritual qi shapeshifter, nor is he a monster who learns strange tricks, he is a sword cultivator, a terrible sword cultivator!

Before the sword moved, the condensed momentum had already pressed towards them, and even the air became a little thicker, and the breathing began to become heavy and slow, and the monks who had stopped their bodies were surrounded again.

Seven nights of re-grasping the sword of evil, looking at these masters of the Pingbei Desert.

He seems to have found the gentleman's style of his master, the feeling of being a sword and fourteen styles, and picking up all the heroes.

It was a feeling of stepping past the peak of the eighth realm, and after taking that step, you could see all the mountains at a glance!