Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

The selection process has come to an end, and there is still half a year before Nanshan Tomb, Lu Yun is going to stay in the door to practice.

It is also fun to practice swords in the morning and return at sunset.

Ji Hongxi took Shangguan Liri to fool around, Baiyao retreated again, and Yuntian went out to visit friends.

On the rare and quiet Wentian Peak, only Lu Yun and Yun Shuiqing were left.

Lu Yun found that her fourth senior brother was a little strange recently. He always liked to stare blankly at the place where he practiced sword, and occasionally looked in a certain direction with heavy eyes.

The swords in the bamboo grove continued for a long time, Yun Shuiqing leaned on a bamboo and watched his little junior sister dance with the sword.

There is no spiritual power, but ordinary sword moves, the hand is as soft as cotton, but it can break the green bamboo with one sword.

This is a set of swordsmanship that my master gave to my junior sister not long ago. It follows the path of using softness to overcome rigidity. The leaves are falling, and the swordsmanship is light, round and flexible, which is quite beautiful.

This sword technique is only now started by Lu Yun, and he still has some practice.

As for Yun Shuiqing, who is a sword spirit, even if he does not practice, his cultivation is still growing day by day.

As for swordsmanship.

In his eyes, he could see the essence of the ordinary swordsmanship, just like the Guiyan swordsmanship in front of him, he had already seen everything at a glance.

After watching for a while, Yun Shuiqing turned and left.

He went down Wentian Peak, avoiding many people along the way, and headed towards Jianzhong, the forbidden area of ​​Tibetan Sword Sect.

The sword mound hadn't been opened for a long time, and Yun Shuiqing ignored the formation restrictions outside.

Once there was a sword that split a mountain.

There are cracks in the mountain, forming tombs, and the sword energy in the tombs has never collapsed.

Later, people from the Hidden Sword Sect built a sword mound here, and raised their swords with the awe-inspiring sword energy. Thousands of swords belonged to the sword mound, and different sword intentions were entangled together, making the sword mound look like a dangerous place, making it difficult for others to walk.

There are swords stuck in the mountain peaks on both sides of the sword mound, and even at the bottom of the sword mound. Those swords are somewhat dilapidated, rusty and mottled, and the swords are undoubtedly useless.

Some are showing their sharpness, with sword aura soaring to the sky, waiting for someone with predestined relationship.

The sword mound is the place where disciples practice, and the disciples who can walk out of the sword mound will definitely get a sword here.

Yun Shuiqing came here this time for himself.

Jianzhong's fierce sword energy was nothing to fear for Yun Shuiqing.

As a sword spirit, he has long adapted to the environment in the sword mound, and kept his eyes straight ahead.

In the deepest part of the sword mound, no one has ever been there.

It was an island in the center of the lake, and the lake water was crystal clear, but if you looked closely, you would find that the lake water was condensed from the purest sword energy.

But looking at it a few times, the eyes hurt unbearably.

On the small island, not a single blade of grass grew, only a long sword stuck in the soil, and the golden sword body was covered with cracks.

Those traces meandered on the sword, destroying the overall beauty of the sword. From the outside, the sword was so fragile that it would shatter when touched.

And this sword is Yun Shuiqing himself.

He is the sword spirit of this sword, and he can't leave Hidden Sword School at will because the sword body is broken. If he leaves this sword spirit, the sword will die at any time.

Yun Shuiqing walked over, he grasped the sword and tried to pull it out, just like many times before, the sword did not respond, it was firmly nailed to the ground, motionless.

He is one with the sword, but now, one incarnation is walking outside, and the other is hiding in the sword mound trying to repair his body.

However, he, the sword spirit, couldn't help but use this sword.

Waiting for someone with predestined relationship, this is the mission of all the swords in the sword mound, including the one in front of you.

He is one with it, and he too is waiting for his Master.

Yun Shuiqing couldn't help thinking of Ji Hongxi's words.

Cang Jianzong and Junior Sister choose one, who will he choose, Yun Shuiqing looked at the sword in front of him, his clean eyes were firmer than ever before.

He had to find a way to take the sword away.

Accompanied by his own body for a long time, on the way out of the sword mound, Yun Shuiqing found many phantoms appearing in the sword mound.

Those phantoms are the incarnation of the sword in the sword mound, whether it is a person or a thing or a monster, it doesn't matter whether it changes.

Some disciples entered the sword mound.

Yun Shuiqing found out that it was Feng Yuyao by leaning over. At this moment, Feng Yuyao was fighting a phantom, and he was fighting hard.

It stands to reason that as long as Xu Ying wins, he can take away the sword.

Feng Yuyao seemed to have taken a fancy to this sword, and kept pestering her, with an almost obsessive yearning on her face.

It's a pity that Feng Yuyao already had the natal sword, and at this moment, she is using the fire phoenix to fight against the phantom of the sword in front of her.

For Jian, Feng Yuyao's behavior was particularly offensive.

The phantom was furious, causing the phantoms around it to start merging towards it, and an illusory giant appeared in the sword mound.

The giant didn't have a sword in his hand, so he could wave his hands and legs at will, and all the sword energy pierced Feng Yuyao.

Accidentally, Feng Yuyao was sent flying by the giant, and landed right near Yun Shuiqing.

The giant wanted to come again, but the fire phoenix made a sharp phoenix sound, and the illusory shadow of the phoenix appeared behind Feng Yuyao.

The phoenix spread its wings, and the phoenix fire was shaking. The giant looked in this direction, seemed to be afraid, turned and left.

As he walked away, the phantom of the giant disappeared little by little, completely turning into sword energy and floating in the sword mound.

The surrounding swords no longer sang, and were as quiet as sleeping.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yuyao stood up holding her heart, her face was extremely ugly.

These swords fell into a deep sleep, which meant that they didn't set their sights on her.

"Senior Brother Yun."

She looked at Yun Shuiqing with hesitation on her face.

Although the sword aura in the sword mound will not hurt people for no reason, it is also ferocious enough. When you are in the sword mound, the wind you just feel on your skin feels like the sword aura is cutting your body.

The sharp pain made Feng Yuyao frown, but the person in front of her seemed unaware.

She remembered Yun Shuiqing, Lu Yun's fourth senior brother, a magical person.

Vaguely, she felt a terrifying sword intent on the opponent, and after careful inspection, it was fleeting like a phantom.

Seeing Feng Yuyao's embarrassment, Yun Shuiqing's face was pale, and what he said was a lesson from the elders to the younger ones.

"Swords have spirits, and you already have a phoenix sword by your side. The sword here will never yield to the fire phoenix. You are too greedy."

The sword also has a temper. When people want to decide the outcome, the sword naturally wants to decide whether to win or lose.

A good sword will not bow to the power of evil.

"You shouldn't be here anymore."

The appearance of Feng Yuyao is an insult to the sword here, and it is also a provocation.

The giant that the sword shadow turned into really wanted to kill.

"What about Lu Yun, how can she do it?"

Faced with Yun Shuiqing's contempt, Feng Yuyao felt a fire in her heart, which made her lose her mind, and the questions she blurted out were filled with long-buried jealousy.

"Little Junior Sister?"

Speaking of Lu Yun, Yun Shuiqing remembered the two swords that Lu Yun had taken away from here. In Feng Yuyao's burning eyes, Yun Shuiqing's tone was as calm as lake water.

"From beginning to end, Junior Sister has only one sword."

Those swords come from the same source, and the hearts of the swords are unified, so naturally there is no question of whether they are superior or inferior.

But Feng Yuyao was not satisfied with this answer.

"you!"

She wanted to ask why the other party appeared here, but she begged the master for a long time before the master agreed to let her come in to find another sword.

It can be seen that the clouds and water are clear, and you can walk freely here.

She also thought of Yun Shuiqing's unique aura, which made people fearful and coveted, like an unsheathed sword, which made her eager to see it.