Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

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The sword in the center of the stone gate suddenly buzzed, a pile of dead bones rolled down, and Lu Xiuyi was suddenly sucked in by a strong suction.

Wen Qi didn't have time to react, the Shimen closed with a "bang", and it fit perfectly.

"Lu Xiuyi!"

Wen Qi was startled by this sudden change, his eyes were wide open, and his voice was unconsciously anxious.

[Host? ]

Egg Flower was puzzled: [Why is the host so nervous? It's an adventure for the mission target, and nothing will happen. ]

Wen Qi blinked and relaxed: "Oh, I forgot."

After she finished speaking, she pursed her lips and leaned against the wall to rest.

After flying for so long, she didn't dare to relax all the way. She was already tired, and as soon as she relaxed, she began to feel sleepy.

"Ha~"

Wen Qi yawned slowly, squinting his eyes full of saline in the sword body.

[The host should go to sleep, the mission target doesn’t know when it will come out, after all, it’s a famous ancient sword, so it’s still difficult to subdue it. ]

Egg Flower comforted softly.

Wen Qi glanced at the quiet and dark surroundings, moved the blade of the sword to the corner, closed his eyes and responded softly, "Okay."

But at this moment, Lu Xiuyi walked slowly towards the sword in the middle.

As he walked, the scattered bones moved aside one after another, making way for him to go straight.

Lu Xiuyi looked cold.

He was not afraid, and even said that he longed for death.

The humming vibration of the sword stopped when the boy came to him, and then two voices sounded.

"What do you desire? Pull me out, choose me, everything you want is capable and entitled."

The voice is evil and seductive, like a snake crawling in a hole, cold and sticky.

"Young man, do you have justice in your heart? Pull me out, choose me, and I am willing to be a sharp sword in your hand, punish evil and promote good as you do."

The voice was old but full of spirit, speaking slowly and expectantly.

Lu Xiuyi looked down at the sword silently.

He doesn't care about choices.

He already has a sword spirit, and he only wants her to have a sword.

"unnecessary."

The stone gate suddenly fell silent.

The two half sword spirits were stunned for a moment, looked at each other in the sword, and quickly moved away in disgust, at the same time frowning and thinking: Why doesn't the sword master he (he) picks look down on them?

"Young man, do you know who we are?"

"Boy, we are the sword of righteousness and evil that existed in ancient times! You don't need it? Do you know how many people are eager to have us?!"

Good and evil sword?

Lu Xiuyi's mind subconsciously touched the famous sword classics he had read.

There is this righteous and evil sword inside, which is one of the seven famous swords in ancient times. tracked.

"It was here."

Lu Xiuyi glanced at the half-cut sword, and his eyes moved.

The powerful ability moved him a bit, he wanted to change him to protect the sword spirit, he wanted to rush to the sect, and gouged out the skin and bones of those two people.

All of this requires strength, and this sword happens to have it.

"Hahaha boy, why don't you pull us out after hearing that? It's your honor that we chose you!"

Xie Jianling's tone was arrogant and disdainful, as if choosing him was a great favor.

For others, yes, but not necessarily for Lu Xiuyi.

Lu Xiuyi frowned slightly: "No need."

He believes in himself.

Even if one hand is lost, he still has another hand.

It's just a matter of time.