Seeing the satiated appearance of the sword spirit, Murong Zhan frowned. He was a little annoyed by the sword spirit, and he couldn't drive him away. Every time he met the sword spirit, he could easily enter the black sword, which was really troublesome.
"Get out!" Murong Zhan said coldly, he didn't want this bunch of things to follow him any longer.
"No, no, I haven't eaten such delicious spiritual energy for a long time. Your sword is really suitable for me." The sword elf shouted, and it decided not to leave its master.
Mo Rongzhan said lightly, "I have a sword soul, I don't need you."
"Liar!" cried the sword elf, "There is no sword soul in your sword at all."
"That's why I came to look for it." Murong Zhan said.
The sword spirit said with a smile, "You don't need to look for it, I'll just be your sword soul. Don't worry, I will become very powerful soon."
Mo Rongzhan glanced at it lightly, looking at it like this, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to be strong.
"Hey, what kind of eyes do you have? You have to trust me, you are my master, we have to trust each other." The sword elf flew to Murong Zhan's shoulder with his chubby belly, "You Look, with my help, you can enter Jianshan."
"..." Mo Rongzhan didn't even want to look at it, but just pushed it away from his shoulder.
The sword elf hugged his calf, "Entering from the mountain gate is the Sword Mountain. There are all kinds of sword spirits in it, some good and some bad. They are different from black and white sword spirits."
"Have you ever gone in?" Mo Rongzhan asked.
"No." The sword elf said without blushing, "but I know it, you trust me."
Murong Zhan didn't speak, he had already entered Jianshan, and he could feel several sharp auras around him.
The sword elf climbed up from his calf, lay on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "The bad sword spirit will take your sword as his own and eat up your aura, you must be careful .”
This is actually heard, if the master can't suppress the sword soul, the sword soul will control the willpower of the master, and become the master to control the consciousness of the sword.
It seems that this sword elf doesn't know anything.
"What a powerful evil spirit!" The sword elf trembled, "All the sword souls here have been fed with blood."
Murong Zhan also felt that the atmosphere here is different from other places, full of gloomy murderous aura, the quality of the sword soul actually has a lot to do with the owner of the sword, if the owner is a murderer who keeps killing people with the sword, If the sword souls are nourished by blood for a long time, they will lose their original nature and become like their masters. Only blood can make them stronger.
This kind of sword spirit is called Sword Demon.
It seems that he has come to a place full of sword demons.
Mo Rongzhan became vigilant, if a sword demon entered his sword, his sword would be affected, and even his consciousness would be affected.
"It's scary!" The sword elf hid on Murong Zhan's body, "Will we be eaten?"
"If you enter my sword casually again, I will let you feed them." Mo Rongzhan said lightly.
Sword Spirit Mung Bean's big eyes squeezed out a tear, "You are reluctant."
"You can try." Murong Zhan said, with a threatening tone.
"Hush!" The sword elf suddenly stopped talking.
An evil and gloomy atmosphere was approaching them.
Murong Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the black sword in his hand let out a deep sword cry, even it was rejecting this uncomfortable breath.
"Good sword! Good aura!" A erratic figure approached them.
"It's the Sword Demon!" the Sword Elf whispered.
And more than one!
Mo Rongzhan held the black sword, looking sharply at the sword demons who surrounded them.
Probably his spiritual energy and the breath of the black sword attracted these sword demons. If you want to leave here, you must get rid of these sword demons.
"This sword belongs to me, don't compete with me!" said a sword demon, not allowing other sword demons to compete with him for Mo Rongzhan's black sword and aura.
"Mine, don't steal it!" Another sword demon shouted.
"..."
All the sword demons were arguing, and Murong Zhan took two steps back.
"Leave the sword!" The Sword Demon shouted.
All the sword demons roared at Murong Zhan.
Murongzhan raised his sword to meet the enemy. Compared with the previous white-clothed sword soul and black sword soul, the moves of these sword demons were more ruthless, and it was a bit difficult for him to deal with them.
"Hurry up, back!" The sword elf shouted loudly.
"left… "
"Shut up!" Mo Rongzhan shouted.
The sword elf yelled, "Let me help you."
"Get out!" Knowing that he wanted to enter the black sword again, Murong Zhan threw him out immediately.
"I can't do it without me..." The sword elf shouted, was thrown in the air and turned around again, and threw himself on Murong Zhan's black sword.
Mo Rongzhan suddenly felt that the black sword was a bit heavy.
Clang—
The sword demon's sword energy hit Mo Rongzhan, he blocked it with his black sword, and felt a numbness in his arm.
Another sword fell on his back.
Mo Rongzhan's wound overflowed with blood, he gritted his teeth, and poured spiritual power into the black sword.
Those sword demons felt the spiritual power on his body and became even crazier.
A sword demon turned into a wisp of black air and wrapped itself around Mo Rongzhan's black sword.
Murong Zhan could barely hold the black sword in his hand, and every move became unsmooth, as if someone was controlling his hand, trying to invade his consciousness.
His speed slowed down.
Another black air entangled his black sword.
Murong Zhan's body was already covered with scars, blood dripped down his arms, and the hilt of the sword was stained with his blood.
The sword demon is the most bloodthirsty, and when he smells blood, he becomes even more excited.
Mo Rongzhan, who was only focused on dealing with the sword demon, didn't realize that his blood was being absorbed by the black sword, and every drop was absorbed into the sword body. The originally dark sword body had complicated lines that were emitting a dark red luster.
These sword demons are too difficult to deal with. They can both entangle his sword and absorb his spiritual power. He can only be controlled by his strong will.
Otherwise, he would no longer be able to control his own sword.
Murong Zhan closed his eyes and stopped looking at those sword demons. The speed of the sword demons was faster than him, and it would affect his consciousness.
He only relied on his sword intent to go forward indomitably, to be invincible with me, to meet and kill demons.
The black sword became much lighter, and the lines on the sword body became clearer and clearer. The two sword demons who were originally entangled on it were bounced out, and fell to the ground, unable to move.
The sword demon looked at the sword in Murong Zhan's hand with some fear.
This is not a sword they can master, this sword has existed before with a sword master...
"Let's go." The Sword Demon screamed, turning into black energy and leaving.
Murong Zhan couldn't feel any aura of the sword demon, so he slowly opened his eyes. The black sword had returned to its original appearance, as if those lines had never appeared before.
The road originally blocked by the sword demon reappeared.
Is this... a test of sword intent
Murong Zhan looked at the black sword in his hand, put the sword back, took a healing elixir, and after a while, the wound on his body recovered as before.
He has to continue to find the Juggernaut.