Senior sister Bai Yueguang has picked up the BE male second script

A red figure and a cyan figure fought each other indistinguishably. The Samadhi Sword of Choosing the Lord faced Nanming Lihuo again. The two swords were in full momentum, and no swords around dared to approach. The group of swords that followed just Those who dared to stand not far away were shouting sword sounds, as if they were cheering.

Mu Qing looked at this chaotic scene and was silent for a while.

She raised her right hand and pointed toward the end. Shangguan Zhuifeng looked in the direction she pointed, and saw Gu Lingfeng holding a sword in his hand and slowly rubbing his head as he stood up.

He seemed a little confused and said to the sword in his hand:

"Your name is Cangkong Poying?"

The sword in his hand also shook its blade, responding to two buzzing sounds.

Seeing this scene, Shangguan Zhui Feng slapped himself on the forehead.

What bullshit luck!

He wants to step on it too!

Three famous swords were selected in a row, and the swords rioted. Several sword shadows led small groups of swords and ran rampant in the sword cave, seemingly causing trouble and fighting.

Suddenly, the voice of the small system came from the Mu Qing Consciousness Sea.

"Host, I feel like there are people of the same kind! This is the first time I feel like there are people of the same kind, it seems to be a damaged kind!"

Mu Qing walked in the direction pointed by the little system without hesitation.

"Eh? Junior Brother Mu!"

Shangguan Zhuifeng looked at Gu Lingfeng on the left who was still enjoying himself after picking up a huge bargain, and the two Huo Linggen on the right who were fighting passionately, sighed and chose to stay where he was.

There has to be someone sober!

Mu Qing, who followed the instructions here, zigzagged through several grottoes and bumped into the oncoming Shen Wenxi.

Both were stunned.

"Isn't Senior Sister Shen together with Senior Sister Liu?"

"We were dispersed by the sword swarm," Shen Wenxi pursed her lips, "I chased Chunjun Jian here. Were Junior Brother Mu and Senior Brother Ye also dispersed by the sword swarm?"

Mu Qing, who was disliked by Wan Jian, was embarrassed, so she changed the subject.

"Senior sister said you saw Chunjun? I came this way and never saw a sword shadow."

"Then it's on this road!" Shen Wenxi pointed.

Mu Qing nodded and followed Shen Wenxi into the grotto.

Along the way, you can hardly see a few swords. The further you go, most of them are left behind by the seniors who lost their lives in that battle eight hundred years ago. Compared to the bustle outside, this place is extremely quiet and scattered. Several swords stood like lonely graves.

The sword is not broken, but the man is dead.

……

"Master helped me calculate before entering the cave and said that I was destined to this sword."

Shen Wenxi's usually cold face now had some color. Although she didn't smile, Mu Qing could feel that she was in a good mood.

"This sword is the sword that Senior Sister asked before. It must be the most suitable sword for Senior Sister."

"Yeah! I will also try to find the way to be ruthless."

It seems that this Senior Sister Shen is really her little crush. Just from the back and temperament, she is indeed very similar to the body she had eight hundred years ago.

The two of them were speechless all the way, and when they reached the end of the grotto, a huge stone pit appeared in front of them. The pit became a forest of swords, with densely packed swords standing inside. It was more like a sword tomb than a forest of swords.

The blades of those swords were dim, and at the joint between the hilt and the blade, there were small but deep engravings with the names of their original owners.

Mu Qing put her hands into her sleeves, held them with her fingers, and pinched her palm tightly.

The pain forced her to suppress the surging emotions inside her.

"Pure Jun!"

Shen Wenxi on the side saw Chunjun at a glance among so many swords.

The color of the sword suddenly lit up, and the sword shadow rushed towards the two of them.

Like a returning bird returning to the forest, like a young swallow returning home.

Mu Qing glanced at it indifferently.

Chunjun seemed to pause, then hesitated for a moment and floated gently in front of Shen Wenxi.

"Really, is it me..."

"Of course it's senior sister. Chunjun is a sword with thunder attributes, and I'm an ice spirit root."

Mu Qing smiled gently at her.

Shen Wenxi stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and suddenly a vague and indifferent voice sounded in his mind.

"Call the name—Chunjun."

The words of love on the sword gradually faded and disappeared. The sword was white and clear, but Shen Wenxi's name was not engraved on it.

"Am I not qualified?"

Shen Wenxi said blankly.

"Take your time," Mu Qing comforted, "not all swords recognize their masters from the beginning."

"Is that so?" The girl's voice still sounded a little disappointed.

Dots of emerald green flashed across the stone pit below the speaking room, and a green sword rose from the ground and flew towards Mu Qing.

——Senior Sister Piaomiao Feng, Mu Qing, entered the Taoist sect twenty years ago. The sword she carried before entering the Taoism was a pure Jun sword. With her youthful mind, she is pure and good, and all things are not weighed in the heart, and she is balanced and Taoist.

But few people know that before Chunjun, she had a sword.

Named Yiye.

"Host, it's this sword. This sword has the same kind of aura."

The sound of the small system penetrates the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Yes, I know,"

She paused,

"That's my partner, my comrade-in-arms, my... Common Life System 299."

Green sword intent surged throughout the stone pit, and the surrounding air was filled with layers of life.

Shen Wenxi made a sound in astonishment,

"What kind of sword is this? It's so full of life!"

Mu Qing looked at the sword with a little bit of fluorescent green flying by like flowers, and the silent and monotonous grottoes around it seemed to be full of life at this moment.

This is the vitality that belongs exclusively to the common people system.

She held the sword that was floating in the air in front of her.

The moment I held the hilt of the sword, the words of love on it did not dissipate, but instead became deeper.

"One leaf."

"One leaf..."

Two voices sounded together, one in her sea of ​​consciousness, and one from her lips.

Mu Qing slightly raised her lips.

Long time no see, 299.