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Chapter 330: Witch Spirit Sword
Hearing this, another middle-aged man's expression also showed a bit of surprise and astonishment, and the young man behind him was even more astonished.
The Witch Spirit Sword, isn't it the most mysterious existence among the legendary sword-like chaotic spiritual objects? How many strong men have dreamed of this thing, but it is actually in the hands of such a young person?
"Can't it be true?" The young man stood behind, staring at the sword, still unable to believe it.
The main reason was that the reputation of the Wuling Sword was so great that he was very suspicious. It was not something that a person with the peak cultivation level of the Chaos Elder could hold.
Perhaps in a low-level space, he can walk without too much worry. But once he comes to an adventure group space battle, or even a higher-level space, he will definitely not be able to hold this sword with his cultivation level!
The middle-aged man also squinted his eyes for a while and then slowly shook his head and said: "It shouldn't be the Wuling Sword, otherwise the aura wouldn't seem to be so weak."
There was always a hint of faith in He Sheng's eyes. Wasn't the force of his mind that used his power to break the seal on the sword the most obvious sign of the Wuling Sword? Otherwise, he wouldn't have made the inference easily.
After a long while, he said slowly and calmly: "It's hard to say, but I guess this sword is the Wuling Sword!"
Seeing how decisive he was, another middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said, "Let's take a look first and then talk!"
The two of them were chatting in the hidden air. Except for Xiao Lian, no one else noticed their presence in the battlefield or on the streets watching the battle.
It's just that Xiao Lian's current attention is not above those three people. They are just messengers from high-level dimensions. In terms of strength, they are even lower than his own, so he doesn't pay much attention to them.
But it was the sword in the hand of the man in gray that made him a little curious.
Dragon Marten was suspended above his shoulder, looking blankly at the black heavy sword and saying, "Is that the Witch Spirit Sword?"
Rarely, Xiao Lian actually answered his question: "Yes."
Long Diao was stunned and said blankly: "How come the Witch Spirit Sword is in the hands of this person? He, a person with the peak cultivation level of the Chaos Elder, dares to bring the Witch Spirit Sword to the White Night Space? He is too bold!
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For those who are not strong, if they hold a treasure of heaven and earth in their hands, they will definitely be remembered. For example, Bi Fan has never leaked a breath of the cauldron furnace until now.
"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Sign in to Become a God"
After all, a common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade!
Regarding Long Diao's question, Xiao Lian frowned slightly and thought for a while: "Maybe he has his own ideas and purposes."
Dragon Marten folded his claws together and said with a half-smile: "Are you interested in this Witch Spirit Sword? At that time, the owner seemed to have planned to find a chaotic spiritual object for Wen Qianhe if there was a chance.
No, it’s delivered to your door.”
Xiao Lian shook his head, as if he didn't want to obtain it in this way, and just watched the duel in mid-air silently.
As the man in gray untied the seal wrapped around the black heavy sword, Wen Qianhe suddenly felt that the pressure on him was increasing.
If the heavy sword gave him the feeling of oppression before, like a boulder, then at this moment, it felt as heavy as a solid mountain.
Along with his cultivation and chaotic energy, he felt an aggressive feeling. He saw that the aura of the man in gray had changed, from the original extremely restrained to a slightly strange agility.
Holding the heavy sword, a gust of wind roared towards him, carrying waves of sharp sword energy. This power was no longer comparable to the previous small fight.
Wen Qianhe's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he raised his head, with a desire to fight aroused on his face.
On the battlefield, he competes with swords, and he has always been unafraid to compete with others. Whether it is an opponent weaker than himself or someone stronger than himself, he always wants to defeat the opponent.
Even in the eyes of most people at this moment, this idea is very difficult.
But so what? Isn’t it necessary to challenge yourself everywhere in life? Since you want to become a strong person, don’t be afraid of the difficulties in front of you!
With this firm determination, his hand holding the sword seemed to become stronger. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the swordsmanship that he had already understood in his heart appeared once again.
The phantom sword instantly transformed into a disk-like existence in front of him, using the most direct frontal method to receive the powerful blow of the epee!
Suddenly, the violent collision caused powerful sword energy to spread out in an instant.
The strong aura forced everyone around them to raise their hands and use the energy of chaos to form a light curtain in front of them. Otherwise, just the aftermath of this shock would make their blood surge.
Ah Xuan and Su Ran are generally weaker in strength, and it is not easy to resist this aura.
But almost in the blink of an eye, the golden snake formed a light golden light protection on the surface of A Xuan's body. As for Su Ran on one side, it was resolved by a burst of dark energy from the colorful purple golden phoenix.
After everyone calmed down, they looked over again and saw that the battle on the field seemed to have a winner.
Under the absolute power of the black epee, Wen Qianhe's phantom light curtain could not withstand it. The whole person flew backwards for tens of meters in an instant before he stopped. The blood stain deep at the corner of his mouth was not difficult to see.
That sword also caused internal injuries to his body.
He raised his head, glanced at the man in gray, and then glanced at the sword in his hand with lingering fear. Without concealing his envy, he praised: "What a powerful sword!"
I thought the man in gray would not answer him, but unexpectedly he raised his head, looked at him calmly and asked, "Do you want it?"
After the words fell, not only Wen Qianhe was stunned, but everyone watching around him didn't understand what was going on, and looked at him blankly without knowing what he meant.
Even Xiao Lian and the three people watching the battle from a distance could not help but frown subconsciously. Did this kid not know what he was holding, or had he already had other plans?
There were about hundreds of people in the spacious market, but it was surprisingly quiet at the moment. Apparently, they didn't quite understand what the man in gray had just said.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, the man in gray said in a deep voice: "Whoever can help me kill someone, I will give this sword to him."
Suddenly, the scene quickly started to become noisy.
Some people are discussing whether the man in gray is serious or making a joke? If it is true, why did he do this?
"Of course, there is another condition." He added with an indifferent expression: "This person's strength must be above the Chaos Heavenly Lord! Only then can I recognize him and have the opportunity to do what I ask for."
As soon as these words came out, almost everyone present showed a helpless smile.
The Chaos Heavenly Lord is powerful enough to occupy a space and become its overlord without any pressure. What's more, his future cultivation prospects are boundless, so how could he appear in a place like this?