Jiange, the cold moon is westward, and the night gradually passes. When the eastern sky will light up, the small gourd swayingly flew out of the room, and the little face was full of exhaustion.
"Xianchang" Xiao Hulu said a little aggrieved.
"Rest now," Ning Chen said softly.
"Um"
Xiao Hulu responded lightly, flew to the former's shoulder, hugged a strand of hair, and began to sleep soundly.
Ning Chen waved his hand, Huang Quan lifted the ban, and covered the small gourd.
At this moment, not far away, the door of the room was pushed open with a squeak, and Lin Yuzhen walked out, her hair crowned in a high beam, with a handsome face and a valiant appearance.
"Thank you Brother Ning," Lin Yuzhen said with a smile.
"Your Highness is welcome, let's go, it's time for us to go to the Sword Tower," Ning Chen said softly.
"Um"
Lin Yuzhen nodded and left together.
To the northwest of Jiange, in a barren land, a majestic and majestic tower is located. When people walk in front, they are as small as ants, making people feel a sense of powerlessness.
When the sun was rising, the huge stone gate rumbled open below the sword tower, and before the real appearance of the sword tower was revealed to the world, a powerful and unusual sword pressure swept out, rolling up hundreds of feet of sand and dust. Outside the tower, the swordsmen from all over the world showed strange expressions on their faces, and sighed in their hearts, how many weapons and weapons are needed in this sword tower to have such a powerful sword pressure. It is said that the sword pavilion also has a town pavilion artifact. Also in this sword tower, I don't know what day it is today
Can you be lucky enough to see.
Everyone entered the tower. In the tower, the night pearls illuminated the entire space of the sword tower. On the tower, there were hundreds of magical soldiers on display on the empty stage, which made people dazzled.
The treasures of the sword pavilion for tens of thousands of years are all here, and it has been revealed to the public today, which has deeply shocked the venerable swordsmen of all regions.
"Everyone, you can choose these magic soldiers at will, you're welcome."
While speaking, Mei Wuhen walked over, with a smile on her graceful and beautiful face.
Hearing the words, all the honored nodded and thanked each other, and then everyone separated to find their favorite magic weapon.
"Your Highness, don't you choose one?"
Mei Wuhen looked at Qing Jun's figure in front of him and said.
"Thank you Pavilion Master for your kindness, this king already has the Fengming Sword, so there is no need to choose another weapon."
Lin Yuzhen replied with a smile and said.
Mei Wuhen nodded, without further persuasion, looked at the young man in red beside the former, and said, "Mr. Ning, your sword is not here, come with me"
Ning Chen nodded and followed.
Aside, Lin Yuzhen also turned around and followed, looking at the eyes of the master of the sword pavilion in front of him, a flash of condensed color flashed. The third pavilion master kept them careful. At first, she thought it was because of the second pavilion master. However, after something happened these days, she gradually felt that the second pavilion master of the sword pavilion did not seem to be on the surface. looks so cold and heartless
, on the contrary, the big pavilion master who has been showing people with a smile is more and more incomprehensible.
With so many things happening in the Jiange, it is impossible for the master of the Jiange to be ignorant of everything. However, the latter has never made any statement, which is really strange.
In their thoughts, the three of them went up to the seventh floor of the sword tower together. The moment the door opened, they felt an unbearable heat wave, making it difficult to move forward.
In front, in front of the sword-casting platform, a woman in a white dress stood still, and she had been standing all night without knowing it. After feeling someone coming, she looked back.
"Third sister, how's it going?" Mei Wuhen stepped forward and smiled. "Star Soul Sword, the quality of the sword is rare. However, because this sword is new, you only need to repair the sword marks. Instead, it is this green sword. Although the material is ordinary, it has been with Ning Gongzi for a long time. I already have spirituality, this time I have been damaged and repaired
Difficult," Jing Wuxia said softly.
Mei Wuhen narrowed her eyes and said, "Young Master Ning, can you ask me, with your strength and the quality of these two swords, how could you be hurt so much?"
"Caused by the time of fighting against the catastrophe"
Ning Chen didn't hide it, he told the truth.
"No wonder"
Mei Wuhen nodded. Although there are many magical weapons in the world, the most important thing is the person who uses the sword. The ninth son of Momen has amazing strength, and there are only a handful of people who can destroy his sword.
The words fell, the rear rumbled again, the stone door opened, and a figure in a purple dress walked out, with a pure and unparalleled face, but her expression was cold and without a trace of emotion.
"Second Sister"
Jing Wuxia showed surprise and said softly.
Seeing the person coming, Mei Wuhen's eyes flashed a strange color, and said, "Second sister is injured, why don't you take a good rest in the Shuiyue Palace?"
"I'm fine"
Shui Wuyue replied calmly, walked to the sword casting stage, looked at the two divine soldiers in the flames, and after a while, waved his right hand and took out one of them.
"This sword, my sword pavilion can't make up for it"
With a loud bang, the sword's front entered the ground, and the four-pole source aura circulated and devoured each other.
Seeing this, Ning Chen frowned slightly.
"Second sister, don't be rude," Mei Wuhen said softly with a condensed expression. "Big sister Mingjian, my sword pavilion has always only agreed to one condition for the chief of the Wuji banquet on the sword. Even if the sword is repaired, it can only be repaired. Otherwise, if he brings more swords, won't my sword pavilion always help him repair it? "Shui Wuyue said lightly.
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Mei Wuhen's eyes were slightly cold, and she said, "Rules are dead, people are alive, Ning Gongzi is a distinguished guest of my sword pavilion, how can we generalize"
In front of the sword-casting platform, Jing Wuxia watched the two quarreling, anxiousness flashed in his eyes, the corner of his eyes swept over the young man in red, he immediately recovered, and said, "Mr Ning, my second sister has always been Don't take offense to this temper." Ning Chen shook his head, meditated for a moment, raised his hand and pulled out the sword of life on the ground, and said calmly, "What the second pavilion master said also makes sense, rules are rules, how can it be because of the next person? Change, this sword I will think of a way, please help me with the sword pavilion
Just fix the star soul"
Hearing the former's words, a faint brilliance flashed in Shui Wuyue's eyes, and she didn't say anything.
Mei Wuhen frowned slightly and said, "Young Master Ning, you don't need to pay attention to what the second sister said, just make up an extra sword. It's not difficult for my sword pavilion."
Ning Chen smiled and replied, "Thank you for the kindness of the pavilion master, it's really unnecessary, it is useless to repair the quality of this sword, as long as the sword pavilion can help you repair the Star Soul Sword, you will be grateful."
Seeing that the former's decision has been made, Mei Wuhen suppressed the displeasure in her heart, and without further persuasion, she nodded and said, "If that's the case, then let's do as you wish, Wuxia, how long will it take to repair this Star Soul Sword? "
"Three Days"
Pure and flawless.
Mei Wuhen nodded, looked at the man beside him, and said, "Young Master Ning, come here to get your sword in three days."
"Thank you"
Ning Chen bowed politely and replied, "The three pavilion masters, since there is nothing to do with me and King Qi here, we will leave first. After three days, we will definitely come to pick up the sword as promised."
"You two, please walk slowly" Mei Wuhen smiled.
Ning Chen glanced at Shui Wuyue not far away, didn't stay any longer, turned around and left.
Lin Yuzhen followed after, her eyes were full of condensed color, something was wrong.
The two left, and the seventh-floor stone gate rumbled shut, covering up all the ugliness in it.
In front of the sword casting platform, the smile on Mei Wuhen's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a boundless coldness and gloom.
"Snapped"
Taking a step forward, Mei Wuhen raised her hand and slapped the face of the person in front of her with a slap in the face. Immediately, blood overflowed, staining her purple clothes.
"Shui Wuyue, I think you have forgotten your identity," Mei Wuhen said coldly.
"Second Sister"
On the side, Jing Wuxia was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the woman, his eyes showed anxiety, and said, "Eldest sister, the second sister did not mean it, you will spare the second sister this time."
"Little sister, get out of the way"
Shui Wuyue gently pushed the people around her away, looked at the former, and said with an indifferent expression, "Eldest sister, I don't know what the second sister did wrong, making her unhappy."
"I gave you the task of taking back the Fengming Sword. How did you do it? Could it be that you can't even handle a Lin Yuzhen?" Mei Wuhen said coldly.
"Big Sister Mingjian"
Shui Wuyue replied lightly, saying, "King Qi's strength is known to the whole world, although the second sister is not afraid, it is not easy to defeat this person and regain the Fengming Sword. With my son always by his side, it is difficult for me to find an opportunity.”
"Really?" Mei Wuhen looked even colder and said, "Don't think that I don't know what happened in Jianyu. In addition, yesterday's battle with Momen's ninth son, you cheated and was injured, why do you know the purpose? , Shui Wuyue, I don't care if you are really hurt or fake
, within three days, you must take action to take back the Fengming Sword, otherwise, don't blame me for turning my face and being ruthless."
"Miss"
Jing Wuxia said anxiously, "Second sister's injuries are not serious, how could it be possible to take back the Fengming Sword from King Qi and the ninth son of Momen within three days, please give some more time"
"Grace?"
Mei Wuhen snorted coldly, the murderous intent in her eyes was not concealed at all, "She had enough time, but she gave up on her own.
After speaking, Mei Wuhen turned around and left, and disappeared after a short while.
Jing Wuxia went up and supported the injured purple-clothed woman, with tears in her eyes, "Second sister, why are you doing this?"
"It's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided." Shui Wuyue's eyes flashed exhaustion and said, "That sword can't be repaired, the sword of destiny can only be repaired by oneself, otherwise, once external forces intervene, people and swords will be created together. If you have a chance, you can tell that Ning Gongzi that with blood to nourish the sword, one day the sword of fate will recover.
Yuan, it may take a long time, but this is the only way"
"I will tell him, second sister, your injury is not serious, I will take you back to rest first."
While speaking, Jing Wuxia supported the former and walked towards the door step by step.
On the first floor of the sword tower, the swordsmen from all regions were still choosing their favorite divine weapons. At this time, Ning Chen and Lin Yuzhen stepped down, without stopping, they walked directly outside the tower.
"Brother Ning, do you feel strange?" Outside the tower, Lin Yuzhen said in a condensed voice.
"Yeah," Ning Chen nodded, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and said, "There's something wrong with the second pavilion master, but what's even more wrong is the big pavilion owner, who knows people and faces but not hearts. It seems that we are too underestimated. The Lord of the Sword Pavilion"