This is the representative of the Sword Making Pavilion who announced the final result of this sword appreciation conference.
But after pressing her palm on the sword coffin, there was no reaction at all.
call out!
All the pavilion masters, elders, etc. of the Sword Forging Pavilion quickly thanked him for the compliment.
The Eighth Prince held the sword in his hand and stabbed the sky with one sword.
He turned to look at Tie Wuyi.
"His Royal Highness is truly an extraordinary man at that time."
He climbed onto the stone platform and put his hand on the crystal sword coffin.
One after another, colorful clouds of clouds spewed out from the crystal sword coffin, covering most of the sword viewing square with colorful colors.
You only need to go up and hold the crystal sword coffin with your palms. If you are destined to the sword, you can make the crystal sword coffin make a strange sound and release the Fengming Divine Sword. Then hold the divine sword and perform moves without being repulsed by the divine sword. , even if there is a sword fate.
There were exclamations all around.
The colorful sword light streamed out and re-entered the crystal sword coffin.
"Haha, this is God's will."
He was about to inject immortal energy and sense the power of Fengming Divine Sword.
Everyone around was shocked.
"Mu Mu has no sword affinity."
Li Mu took a few glances and couldn't help but admire.
The Eighth Prince praised him repeatedly.
Just between the last two people left.
The latter looked regretful and said: "Young Master Mu is unparalleled in talent, and his talent is astonishing. This divine sword is almost ready to be recognized by you as its master. Unfortunately, you are still a little short of fate. Master Mu, let it go, lest the divine sword be used by you." The spirit was so angry that it hurt you instead.”
He slowly pressed his palm on the sword and coffin.
Some people are just like this. They have good backgrounds, high strength, outstanding talents, and have luck that is difficult for ordinary people to match. Just like the children of destiny, they are simply not comparable to them.
Colorful sword lights soared into the sky.
Tie Wuyi smiled and said: "That's it."
He smiled and let go.
"No, to be precise, there is a sword bond, but the bond is not deep enough."
The Eighth Prince is the envoy of a powerful force like Huangjiya and has been famous for a long time.
The Eighth Prince poured his true energy into the sword body.
Li Mu moved, raised his hand, and captured the sword light in his palm, turning it into a sword.
In the Sword Appreciation Square, the faces of the immortals from all sides changed drastically, and they all looked frightened. They retreated one after another, unable to withstand this unimaginable pressure.
The same sound of the sword and coffin vibrating sounded again.
The owner of the Fengming Divine Sword must be the remaining eighth prince.
Buzz buzz.
It would be great if I could hold such an immortal weapon in my own hands.
"Mr. Mu, please go ahead and invite me." The Eighth Prince smiled slightly and extended his hand.
He himself did not expect that the quality, power and shape of this sword would be so outstanding that it is simply difficult to describe in words.
Sudden-
This is indeed an immortal sword that far exceeds the third level. As for which level it is, Li Mu has not yet figured out.
Li Mu thought to himself, could this Fengming Divine Sword really choose its master automatically
"Thank you Master Iron Pavilion. So, this sword will completely belong to me from now on?" the Eighth Prince said with a smile.
In addition, they also stepped forward to try.
This sword-casting pavilion's method is quite clever.
But in the end he came back in despair.
These four people were originally very confident.
Now that the eighth prince of Huangjiya made such a direct promise in public, it was the most perfect ending that they had dreamed of.
Li Mu vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Tie Wuyi said: "Of course."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
The Eighth Prince nodded with satisfaction and said: "Okay, in this sword appreciation conference, although I got the sword because of my fate with this sword, I understand your thoughts on the sword-making pavilion. If you have anything in the future, you can come to me. King, I will never be stingy with my kindness and helping hands to my friends."
Master Guanshui tried several times in succession, even lightly bombarding the crystal sword coffin with his true energy, but he couldn't get the slightest response and could only retreat in despair.
The envoys of all the surrounding forces, the immortals and the casual cultivators were all secretly awe-inspiring in their hearts. The Eighth Prince said such words, which meant that Huangji Cliff protected the Sword-casting Pavilion, and in the future, he really could no longer cause trouble to the Sword-casting Pavilion. , at least for a long time, Zhujiange can sit back and relax.
The Eighth Prince stretched out his hand, and invisible immortal power surged out, and he picked up this colorful divine light in his hand. It must have turned into the beautiful divine sword like colorful glass before, with a dreamy shape and a glowing sword.
There were also some immortals who had not even passed the first two tests, and they suddenly started to rejoice in their misfortune.
The eyes that looked at the ice sword in the eighth prince's hand were filled with hot greed.
At that moment, Li Mu had the idea of killing the eighth prince and grabbing the Fengming Divine Sword, but after thinking about it later, he decided that revenge should be the main priority, and he couldn't lose the big for the small.
But I just thought about it.
Who is the one
The colorful stream of light went straight towards Li Mu.
call out!
Finally, all eyes fell on Li Mu and the Eighth Prince.
The answer is very obvious.
A streak of multicolored sword light suddenly shot out from the top of the crystal sword coffin.
"Emperor-level sword intent!"
Li Mu looked at the two people, his frown gradually relaxed.
Large expanses of colorful rays of light, like a flash flood, instantly swept out from the crystal sword coffin, completely covering the entire Sword Appreciation Square, flowing with a dreamlike color.
Li Mu nodded and walked towards the crystal sword coffin.
Mu Mu is a newly rising demon-level figure.
The crystal sword coffin suddenly shook violently.
The method of testing the edge of the sword is very simple.
Tie Wuyi breathed a sigh of relief, laughed loudly, and said: "This sword is destined to His Highness. From now on, this [Fengming Divine Sword] will forever belong to His Highness."
The Fengming Divine Sword vibrated violently and struggled in Li Mu's hand, becoming more and more violent. It seemed like a strange twisting python that was about to break away.
"Well, I'll give it a try."
The Divine Sword has no chance with them.
"Haha, this sword is not ordinary, and I am very tempted, but the so-called sword is given to a hero," the Eighth Prince laughed, and threw the Fengming Divine Sword directly towards Li Mu, saying: "Hahaha, Mr. Mu, take the sword."
Li Mu frowned slightly.
Excalibur doesn’t want to recognize me as its master
The first person to step forward was a middle-aged woman who still had charm, named Zhenren Guanshui. She was from a nearby sect called Tinglan Sect. She had a true immortal-level cultivation and passed the two previous assessments. , extremely confident.
Not to mention the power of Huangji Cliff behind the Eighth Prince, which was beyond their ability to deal with. The Eighth Prince's personal cultivation alone was enough to defeat many of them. Coupled with the Divine Sword, he was even more invincible.
Suddenly, the Feng Ming Divine Sword seemed to be alive. There were sounds of phoenix sounds coming from it. The sound was clear and melodious, reaching straight into the sky. It seemed like there was an ancient divine bird, the phoenix, coming from the sky. Just like jumping over it.
Buzz!
Everyone looked at the Eighth Prince with deep envy in their eyes.
In the square, everyone around them was talking about it.
A small village-like sect in the Sword Making Pavilion actually forged such an immortal sword that could cause trouble even in the great immortal sects.
Buzz!
The indescribable sword energy pressure burst out from the colorful glass sword body.
The Eighth Prince was very satisfied with the change in Li Mu's expression and said: "The so-called sword is given to a hero, Mr. Mu, you are a genius in swordsmanship, and this sword should belong to you."
The divine sword must choose a master.
The crystal sword coffin seemed to be asleep.
"No, the sword is breaking free."
The entire sky was torn open with a colorful crack that lasted for a long time. Even the stars in the sky seemed to be chopped down by this colorful sword light.
Taking something from such a person is no different from seeking death.
Even higher.
"The Eighth Prince is indeed destined to the Divine Sword."
The four people before had indeed no connection with the divine sword and could not arouse the slightest resonance of the Fengming Divine Sword - of course, this premise is that the Fengming Divine Sword can really have the spirit of choosing its master.
I have put so much thought and sacrifice so much just to have this sword bring some protection to the Sword Forging Pavilion.
"There's some movement."
"Excalibur has responded."
And the others didn't seem to have any reaction, and they didn't reject Jiangjian Pavilion's method.
call out!
It sounds ridiculous.
The Eighth Prince said: "In that case, I can use and dispose of this sword as I please, right?"
"There's movement again."
The expressions of everyone around him changed drastically.
Tie Qingqing also looked infinitely regretful and said: "Master Mu, it's not sweet to force yourself, so please let go."
"A good sword, indeed a good sword."
When one of the young women pressed her hand on the sword coffin, there was a vague glow of five colors, which was fleeting. Apart from this, the other three did not receive any feedback from the Fengming Divine Sword.
He just observed with Dharma eyes, but didn't see any clues.
The Fengming Divine Sword burst out from the crystal sword coffin again.
"Is it possible that the fate of the sword lies with this unknown Mu Mu?"
At least it's level five.
interesting.
This sword is made of colored glaze and is in five colors. The hilt is a phoenix tail, the sword is swallowed by a phoenix mouth, the sword is blocked by phoenix wings, and the blade is like phoenix feathers intertwined on both sides. It is extremely heavy in the hand and seems to be holding It's like living among thousands of mountains.
The hot greed has passed, and everyone has wisely stopped.
But this is a spiritual weapon after all.
Li Mu reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Your Highness, what does this mean?"
"It's a pity that this sword has no chance." Li Mu walked down from the stone platform of the sword coffin, smiled slightly at the Eighth Prince, and said: "Your Highness, please, it seems that this sword belongs to Your Highness."
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Li Mu arrived in front of the crystal sword coffin.
So powerful.
Even Mu Mu, who is considered a genius, cannot get this disease sword.
The Eighth Prince nodded to Li Mu and walked towards the crystal sword coffin.
It seems that they have already made their choice.
How is this going
call out!
If that's the case...
Tie Wuyi and others were overjoyed.
All parties exclaimed.
Li Mu turned to look at the Eighth Prince next to him.
"What a beautiful Fengming Divine Sword."