There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

After a long time, one of them broke the silence first.

"I will appear, not because of my will, but because of you, if you want to win, I wake up."

She turned around and walked forward.

Ruan Jianxin subconsciously followed, and the two of them crossed the broken sword and walked in the boundless yellow sand. They didn't know how far they had walked, but the person walking in front suddenly stopped and took two steps back to get out of the way of the scene ahead.

Ruan Jianxin was stunned when he saw it. What was in front of him was a sword radiating silver.Unlike the broken and damaged swords before, this sword is full of brilliance, every grain is clearly visible, there is no rust on the sword, and it is extremely sharp.

This is a living sword!

"This is...Sword Soul."

Ruan Jianxin touched the hilt of the sword subconsciously, the feeling of being connected by blood was so familiar, but the jerky feeling made her very uncomfortable.

The people around nodded lightly: "My sword soul."

"yours......"

"To condense the soul of the sword, you need more than just true energy...Emotion, understanding, comprehension, everything about me is in it. The length of the sword, the width of the sword, the texture of the sword... All of these are mine, my thoughts. I, Ruan Jianxin, have seen, heard, thought and realized for more than three hundred years."

"You mean, Sword Soul never acknowledged me at all, did you?" Ruan Jianxin smiled wryly, and seemed to have a little understanding: "Are you showing off, or are you trying to laugh at me?"

The other party shook his head, turned around, and walked forward again.

This time Ruan Jianxin hesitated for a moment before choosing to follow.

Not long after walking, the two saw another sword.Unlike the other swords here, this sword doesn't seem to be formed yet. Rather than saying it is a sword, it is better to say it is a piece of iron that looks like a sword, without the slightest sharpness and sharpness of a sword.

But Ruan Jianxin could feel that this sword was also alive.

"this is yours."

The man quietly glanced at Ruan Jianxin, turned around and left.

And Ruan Jianxin, after hesitating for a long time, finally plucked up the courage and reached out to hold the soul of the sword that had not yet been fully born.

In an instant, the silver light shines.

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When Ruan Jianxin's consciousness returned to reality again, time didn't seem to be lost, as if he just blinked, and the sharp ice pick still pierced towards him with a sense of coldness.

The opponent was still the same opponent, but Ruan Jianxin himself was completely different.

The sword soul in his hand is still the same, but the previous jerky meaning has completely disappeared. The feeling of being connected by blood and one body is so real. Ruan Jianxin can clearly feel the pulse of the sword. This is her sword soul.

But Liu Zhihui, the opponent, couldn't feel these changes. She only saw Ruan Jianxin standing there stupidly as if half of the holding spell had been applied, and her own attack was imminent.

——What should I do, should I stop?

A trace of hesitation flashed in Liu Zhihui's eyes, and she soon made a decision, and was about to cast a spell to stop the attack, but at this moment, Ruan Jian's heart was moved!

The hand holding the sword was raised quickly, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.Pointing forward, the sword accurately hit the tip of the ice pick.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.The menacing "Ice Dragon" seemed to have been pointed at the vitals and dared not move. The original momentum quickly declined, and it remained motionless in place.

Liu Zhihui in the back, at some point, her smooth forehead was covered with cold sweat.On the surface, it seemed that she stopped her hand in time, but she didn't move at all, but her attack stopped for some reason.

Not only the two ice picks, but also the ice swords all over the sky were also frozen, everything in the field seemed to be frozen, no matter how hard Liu Zhihui tried, she couldn't move it at all.

It was an irresistible force.

——She is just a Nascent Soul, why is she so powerful? !

Liu Zhihui was astonished in her heart, and watched the silver light slowly glowing on Ruan Jianxin's body.A strange feeling slowly rose in my heart, very abrupt, and I suddenly had the urge to cry.

Losing her fighting spirit in her heart, Liu Zhihui loosened her hands slightly.

In an instant, the overwhelming ice turned into shards of ice, shining brightly in the sunlight, and then disappeared little by little before everyone's eyes.

Everything disappeared, and the tense scene seemed to be over, Ruan Jianxin looked melancholy, slowly put down his hand, and walked towards Liu Zhihui.

With a light stroke of the sword, a few strands of hair were taken away, and the silver long sword rested beside Liu Zhihui's fair jade neck.

"The winner, Qinglian Sword Sect, Ruan Jianxin!"

When the referee confirmed Ruan Jianxin's victory, heated discussions immediately erupted on the field. The topics naturally revolved around Ruan Jianxin's victory over three Dongxu stage players in a row at the Nascent Soul Stage. Such a record is absolutely rare. People who have witnessed the birth of an amazing new star, the enthusiasm of the audience is much higher.

But Ruan Jianxin, who is the person involved, lacks interest. She doesn't care who she has won at all, she just needs to know that she has won, and that's enough.

She won't stop until she meets that person.But now, she did it, she won, and now she just needs to stand in the final ring and wait for that person to arrive.

Ruan Jianxin did not go back to the waiting room, but lightly jumped and landed beside Zhang Jianlai, staring fixedly at the exit of the channel where the contestants came out.

Zhang Jianlai saw that the disciple was covered with injuries, and couldn't help but care and said: "Jian Xin, you are tired after a hard fight, why don't you go to rest first?"

Ruan Jianxin shook his head stubbornly: "No, master, I want to watch the next competition with my own eyes."

Zhang Jianlai didn't force it either, he just regarded it as Ruan Jianxin's fighting spirit, and he paid attention to the final opponent, which didn't feel strange.

Not long after, the two from the second competition also came to the venue.

Xiaolongnv, Ye Li, two women with very different styles stand opposite each other, but they give people a very harmonious feeling.Obviously even the expressions on their faces are completely different, but the aura of the two is so consistent, there is no sense of disobedience when standing together.

This kind of weird thing made many people feel very strange, only Zhang Jianlai and Ye Mou understood the specialness of it.

The two young people who cultivated with the ancient method may also be the only remaining ancient method practitioners in the entire cultivation world, and they have some things in common, which is nothing surprising.

Ruan Jianxin, who was standing next to Zhang Jianlai, had a strange look in his eyes, but he was quickly suppressed.