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Chapter 2520 Ancient Sword
Speaking of it, she was still careless, underestimating the spirit sword in this world, after all, she still took up the word "spirit".

But yes, after all, this sword has been very quiet since it was held by her. It is not as spiritual as Chonghuan and Ruzhang, and it is not even as vigorous as the spiritual sword Ningxia has seen from some sword repairmen.

It is as if it is dead, with its owner completely submerged in the long past, no matter how the outsiders call it, it will not be governed.

Things in the world are easy to be alive if they exist for a long time, especially for dead things like living things, not to mention the companionship of the spiritual sword and the rotation of the sun and the moon, which makes it easier to breed elves.Once the creature became more embarrassing and lonely, she also checked it several times, thinking of releasing it for air, but unfortunately there was still no response in the end.

As time passed, she didn't have such a thought anymore, and she just invited her out to clean it up regularly from time to time.

This spirit sword is slender, with a simple but gorgeous shape, and a thin but tough sword body. The sword body is not as bright as usual spirit swords, but has a black luster due to the material of the body. However, such a good sword The sword is so wooden that it seems to have lost its essence, only the spine and edge of the sword can vaguely see its former sharpness.

Ning Xia, who used to be young and ignorant, still can't see it, only thinks that the sword is beautiful, and can't tell more about it.The current Ningxia... still can't tell the real way, but she is no longer a rookie, but she can feel that this sword is covered with a layer of strange energy, more like some kind of sword that comes with it. Charm.

And this aura reminded Ning Xia of the Dao Yun and Dao Run that she had discussed with Zhenjun Yuanheng, which gave her a feeling of déjà vu.Could it be that this spirit sword was also engraved with Dao rhyme by its creator?

Anyway, this ancient sword has always given her a very strange feeling.This is something young swords like Chong Huan and Ru Zhang don't have. It doesn't mean that they are not powerful, but that they are different in nature - obviously they are both spirit swords with similar structures.

If Chong Huan is a young man in his prime, and Ru Zhang is a young man in his prime, then this ancient sword is like an old man who has gone through the vicissitudes of the world and spent countless years.

The sword body is only [-] feet, but it contains too many stories, and it is dragged by time to the end.

Just holding this sword, she seemed to be brought into a certain kind of exhaustion and heaviness.

Ning Xia was holding the sword, and was about to cover it with the veil dipped in the nourishing liquid. In the blink of an eye, a cyan light suddenly appeared on the calm ancient sword, directly attacking the creature closest to it.

Ning Xia was caught off guard, and instinctively used a spirit formula to block it, but unfortunately, the power from the spirit sword was faster, and the spirit light went straight into her eyebrows.

She instantly felt her eyes turn white and she lost consciousness.

The girl lay softly on the wide couch, the ancient sword was slung across her arm, and the other half was hanging on the side of the couch, the whole space seemed to be quiet.Only the powerful force that almost covers the entire space shows that this world is in an absolutely isolated security barrier, which may not be easily broken even if the gods come here.

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Han Gang, who was drinking alone under the moon at the moment, stood up, looked nervously in a certain direction outside the courtyard, and muttered: "The breath of transforming gods? More than that, out of the body... He Fangda can come here.

Thinking of such a person suddenly appearing in their small house, which was swaying in the wind and rain, Han Gang felt restless, and didn't dare to use his soul power to explore casually, so he had to walk around the yard for a few steps, and finally couldn't help it. I want to take the risk to see what happened.

He didn't want to walk to the courtyard gate, and a person appeared in front of his courtyard gate at some unknown time: "You—"

"There's no need to go, I've seen it in the past, it's just a noise made by the younger generation." Zhenjun Miaorong said in a deep voice.

"The noise made by the junior... Who are you lying to? You tell me which junior can make a posture higher than the God of Transformation, then we can also rely on his blessing, I am afraid that it will be fine to walk sideways on Wanye Peak It's gone." Han Gang made an exaggerated expression of shock, but his face was full of disbelief.

"...Yes, I have already gone to confirm it." Zhenjun Miaorong was very unhappy when his old friend questioned him like this.He has a good temper, but honest people can also be angry, and he is quite helpless with this old friend who always makes him happy.

Only now did Han Gang get serious, and raised his eyebrows: "Who are the newcomers?"

"Naturally." These old people don't have such abilities: "The female cultivator who ranks second in cultivation is very low-key, and I don't have much contact with her."

"It should have touched a spiritual object such as a magic weapon given by the elders during practice, and the breath is more like a spirit. The outer protection is very overbearing, and I can't get close."

"There are not many monks who can achieve this level of cultivation in Wanye Peak, and there are too many people in Qunyingfang, will it be—" This is what Han Gang is worried about.

"The breath is trapped in the garden, there is no way to disperse it, that person's protection is in place, it will not attract attention. And even if someone notices, they will not come to explore rashly." At least it is the breath of Huashen. .Master Miaorong shook his head
Knowing that this episode would not affect their fragile balance, the young man in white shirt breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to his previous leisurely appearance: "Which family's junior is so ostentatious, if he makes a casual move, he will be out of his body A treasure of the same level, how powerful should it be? We don’t have many of them in the Wuhua sect, please ask another day, maybe it’s related.”

"How could it be such a coincidence? Come on, don't talk about this, I'm here to talk to you..."

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So what's going on in Ningxia now?
Following the dizziness of pain, dizziness of being hit, dizziness of cultivation, dizziness of flying misfortune, inexplicable fainting... She unlocked a new kind of dizziness, and was dazzled by a sword light.

When she woke up, she still didn't know what night it was. She only heard the rustling wind in her ears, and the scenery beside her flashed past quickly.

Ningxia felt that her "five senses" seemed to be much duller. The wind she "heard" and the scenery she "saw" were sometimes far and close, as if they were right in front of her eyes, but when she wanted to look or listen carefully, everything changed. It was blurry and ethereal, no matter how hard she tried, she would always be a little bit worse.

She knew that she was not in the right state, and tried to wake up, but every time she couldn't exert any strength, her subconscious was telling her that she was safe, and she instinctively enjoyed this unfettered sense of drifting away.

She felt that she was drifting farther and farther with something, transitioning from a blurred image to a fresh spring scene, and finally fell suddenly from mid-air, and her feet fell to the ground to return to reality.

Rediscovering her own body, Ning Xia raised her hand in a daze, a beam of gentle sunlight just fell on her soft white palm, she couldn't react for a long time, is it... in the daytime?

(End of this chapter)