Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 103 Heart Troubles

The sword was unsheathed, and the dark green light emanated faintly from the ancient inscriptions on the sword body as Ye Xiaochuan moved his mind. The familiar but slightly cool feeling came from the sword into his body, as if it had merged into the blood and even the bone marrow in his body.

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly discovered that his ability to sense the mysterious sword seemed to have become stronger after he woke up from the coma after the fight with Sun Yao. He was more handy to control it, as if the feeling of blood connection had deepened a little.

The battle was imminent, but he looked at the dark green luster of the sword. The dreamlike man in white appeared in his mind at an inappropriate time, and the sad poem that the handsome man in white sang before he disappeared seemed to echo in his ears.

The sword without a blade cuts the thoughts of the world, and it can't be cut off in three lives and seven worlds.

The cycle of reincarnation is bitter, the beauty is far away, who will accompany you on the road to the end of the world?

The beauty has fallen, the flowers have withered, I only wish to sleep with you forever.

The way of heaven is vast, the world is noisy, what does immortality have to do with me.

A pot of wine, a sword, why is it so difficult.

In the dream, the sad but soul-stirring chanting voice of the man in white lingered in his ears for a long time. It seemed that this ancient sword had a mysterious magic. Every time he saw the Wufeng Divine Sword, he couldn't help but think of the man in white.

Sometimes, even he himself couldn't tell whether the mysterious white space was a dream or a real spirit gathering array in the Wufeng Ancient Sword.

Suddenly, in the flash of lightning, a broken memory flashed through Ye Xiaochuan's mind, and his face changed immediately!

That was the critical period of his battle with Sun Yao. Facing the powerful sword of Qiankun Yijian, he clearly felt that the Wufeng Ancient Sword in his hand was shaking violently. When he looked down at the ancient sword, his blood was quickly integrated into the sword body of the Divine Sword.

"This sword! It can absorb the blood of living people!"

This thought flashed through his mind, but it was like a bolt from the blue for Ye Xiaochuan!

In fact, this flashing fragment in his memory was not the first time that Wufeng absorbed his blood.

A few months ago, at the Cliff of Repentance, Ye Xiaochuan was eager for quick success and forced himself to practice the classic texts on the cliff wall without enough cultivation. As a result, he could not control his spiritual power and became possessed.

At that time, a mouthful of blood just happened to spray on the hilt of the Wufeng Divine Sword. It was the hilt of the Wufeng Divine Sword that absorbed his blood and completed the blood dripping ceremony to recognize the master, which helped him to survive the danger.

It was just that Ye Xiaochuan was in a coma that time, and he did not see the appearance of the Divine Sword absorbing the blood of living people.

At this moment, standing on the ring, looking at Wufeng in his hand, he suddenly remembered that when he was fighting with Sun Yao, at the last moment, the Divine Sword quickly absorbed his blood.

Sucking blood?

Where in the righteous way is there a sinister magic weapon that absorbs the blood of living people? Only demons from the Demon Cult have ever used such a fierce magic weapon!

Ye Xiaochuan was shocked and even a little scared at this moment!

In fact, he was not experienced enough, and not all blood-sucking magic weapons were evil.

In the world of cultivation, there is a kind of magic weapon that is too powerful and vigorous, and it is very difficult for cultivators to control it. It can only be activated by using blood as a medium and completing the blood-drip ceremony.

This kind of magic weapon is collectively called blood-refined magic weapon. Because of the almost harsh requirements on the material, there are not many blood-refined magic weapons circulating in the world. There are only a few blood-refined magic weapons in the entire Cangyun Sect.

The Dust-chopping Sword in Yun Qiyou's hand can only be activated after dripping blood to recognize the master.

Ye Xiaochuan is young and inexperienced. He has no concept of blood-refined magic weapons. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that his magic sword can absorb the essence and blood of living people, and his mind was shocked.

Under the ring, everyone saw that after Ye Xiaochuan drew out the immortal sword, he suddenly stared at the green ancient sword in his hand in a daze, and then his expression changed rapidly, as if he was thinking about something frightening.

It was not until half a while later that Chen Mo could not help coughing.

He said slowly: "Junior Brother Ye, this, can we start?"

Ye Xiaochuan's body shook violently, and his mind, which was dormant in fear and fear, seemed to be instantly pulled back to reality by a strong force.

He looked up and looked at Chen Mo, and suddenly showed a trace of confusion.

After a moment, he said: "Senior Brother Chen, be careful!"

After saying that, he followed the sword and stabbed Chen Mo on the opposite side.

Chen Mo's immortal sword was unsheathed, and the green sword light swept up, blocking Ye Xiaochuan's attack, and then he backhanded and counterattacked Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan returned the sword to parry, and the two of them used swords to fight dozens of moves on the ring.

Ye Xiaochuan was in a state of mental turmoil at the moment, and the image of the bloodthirsty sword kept flashing in his mind. He was a little distracted, and his mysterious invisible phantom body skills were not fully utilized. He was immediately suppressed by the green fairy sword in Chen Mo's hand and could not raise his head.

Outside the Kunwei arena, in the corner of the crowd watching the disciples, several female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu stood outside the crowd.

Yang Liudi frowned, looking at the two people fighting on the arena, and said: "What's wrong with this little rascal? The sword tactics and body skills he displayed today are obviously much worse than the first round against Hu Daoxin? Is this another conspiracy of his?"

Ning Xiangruo said: "I think so. His opponent in the last round, Junior Sister Yuan Quan, surrendered without a fight. Even if he was overly exhausted in the fight with Sun Yao, it has been several days, and he should have recovered. Why does it seem that his Taoism has suddenly dropped? In the close combat, he is not as good as the fight against Hu Daoxin. This kid is probably planning something bad in his mind again."

Almost everyone saw that something was wrong with Ye Xiaochuan's competition today. Close combat should be his forte, but in the close combat with Chen Mo, Ye Xiaochuan's mysterious, invisible, and elusive body movements were not fully utilized, and the speed of his moves, the strength and power of each sword were far inferior to his performance in the first round against Hu Daoxin.

Yun Qiyou, with a cold face, looked at Ye Xiaochuan being suppressed on the ring. A trace of suspicion appeared in her eyes, and then there was a faint worry.

She was not worried about Ye Xiaochuan's defeat, but was worried about other things.

She knew a little about Ye Xiaochuan's Taoism. In this top ten battle that determined his fate, Ye Xiaochuan could not have saved his strength or had other bad ideas in his mind as several of his sisters said, but what was going on with Ye Xiaochuan at this moment?

Only a few people noticed that when Ye Xiaochuan drew out the green fairy sword in his hand, his expression obviously changed dramatically, first with sadness, and then with fear.

Ye Xiaochuan seemed to be afraid of the sword in his hand!

It was because Ye Xiaochuan was in an unstable state of mind, and faced with Chen Mo, who was slightly higher than him, that he was immediately at a disadvantage.

Yun Qiyou didn't know why she was worried about Ye Xiaochuan, a person she was not very familiar with. She had never thought that she, who had always been alone, would worry about others.

And the other party was just a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old.