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Ling Luoyue changed from surprise to excitement, she firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, her face couldn't hide her pride, she really was the master of the sword.

The Ling family suddenly burst into cheers, and the others hissed, not knowing whether it was out of jealousy or regret.But Yan Ling, who stood aside and saw the end from beginning to end, finally lost her last hope, tears streaming down her face.

For a time, the square was full of people, and at that moment, people felt that they were on the ancient stage of the New Year. People's faces were pasted with masks of joy, anger, sorrow and joy. Some people still keep watching the show, but some people have already started to disperse.

At this time, there was only an "ah", and Ling Luoyue let out an extremely surprised whisper on the stage.

The amplitude of the sword was getting bigger and bigger, and it was completely uncontrollable.Although it was tightly held in her hand, it kept falling to the side, as if something was pulling it, which was shocking. Only those who were very close to the stone platform noticed Ling Luoyue's sudden change of expression.

There was another exclamation, and the ancient sword broke free from Ling Luoyue's hand amidst the buzzing sound, turned the tip of the sword, turned its back to the direction of the tower, and flew out of the field through the crowd.

The ancient sword hides the spirit!This is really an extremely rare spirit sword!

Some masters in the crowd tried to jump up and hold the hilt of the sword, but the speed and power of the sword were beyond the control of ordinary people. The moment they held it, they could only feel the terrifying power oozing from the sword. Strength, it can always quickly get rid of human control, leaving a frostbite feeling of icy air, which makes the palm of the hand excruciatingly painful.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers were in disarray, bowing their heads, turning sideways, and some even rolled around on the ground.

Ning Changhua was originally sitting on a chair watching the play, but at this moment she was also startled, she jumped up against the table, and was about to fly to chase the sword, but Yan Qiubai held her hand.Ning Changhua turned her head, Yan Qiubai stroked her hair, smiled at the corner of her mouth, shook her head slightly, and pointed to the direction in which the sword flew away.

Ning Changhua followed that direction and looked over. In order to avoid the spirit swords, all the people in the field stood aside. The spirit sword flew eight feet away from the stone platform, leaving a large open space where the grass and trees were frozen.

Beside the city wall was a tall, thin passerby wearing a bamboo-green gown and a frost-colored mask, who seemed completely unaware of what had happened and was still walking forward.

When the spirit sword was about to fly near him, he finally felt something and turned his head suddenly. For a moment, it seemed that everything in the world was frozen by the icy air brought by the spirit sword. Jie's exclamation, the scream of the spirit sword galloping against the air all stagnated.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, and they saw the spirit sword hovering three feet in front of the expressionless mask and stopped moving forward.The masked man remained motionless as if stunned, and the spirit sword did not advance any further. The icy air spread, and frost flowers condensed on the frosty mask, which was icy cold and had six petals. Inexplicably flirtatious.

This scene happened too fast and thrilling, after a while, someone in the dull crowd shouted: "Don't be afraid, little brother, stand up straight, hold on, Mrs. Shanghua quickly put away the sword."

Everyone looked at Ning Shanghua on the tower, but Ning Shanghua just stared at the masked man without answering.

The crowd is boiling again, Mrs. Shanghua doesn't care about this?Could it be that this masked man is destined to be a sacrifice after the birth of the Spirit Sword?If the spirit sword sees blood, is it still a spirit sword?I am afraid it is the magic sword!

The masked man stood silently, although he couldn't see the expression under the mask, but the aloof standing posture was like a green bamboo. Scared look.

What a boy!

Ling Luoyue on the high platform couldn't help but look into the distance, Guan Ruoxu was still there.Many people who were familiar with Guan Ruoxu also took a sneak peek. Guan Ruoxu was dressed in green, standing against the wind, as straight as black bamboo, and the demeanor of the two overlapped instantly.

The only difference was probably that the young man was wearing a faceless mask, showing a little evil spirit.

The man and the sword were confronting each other like this, and time passed bit by bit, and finally someone in the crowd lost his voice: "He is not frightened at all! Look! He is fighting against the sword. It's fixed in place!"

Those who understood showed surprise expressions and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Who is this person who is able to stop the sword in the air? You must know that this is already a master level of sending out true energy. Only half of the people present can send out true energy. The half of them dare not say anything and do nothing Stop this galloping sword.

When the masked man heard this sound, his drooping fingers trembled slightly.

These people are annoying.

He suddenly waved his sleeve, but didn't touch the blade, but the spirit sword seemed to have been slapped across the face, wobbled a few times and flew out for several feet, like a small animal that was slapped dizzy and couldn't find it. To the direction of spinning in the air.

Seeing this, the masked man chuckled, and waved again, the spirit sword stopped, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and flew towards him again.

The spirit sword at this time was different from before, instead of facing the mask with the tip of the sword, it flew towards him with the hilt, and then flew straight into his hand without struggling anymore.

The slender and white fingers of the masked figure gently hold the hilt of the sword, as if holding the fingers of a lover, softly and affectionately, and like holding the arm of an old friend, with longing for reunion after a long absence.

In this grip, countless cracks appeared from the hilt to the tip of the sword. At first, there were a few long and thick cracks, which gradually became finer and denser, like a spider web.When the cracks covered the entire sword, the masked man raised his hand and shook it lightly, blowing up with a gust of wind, and the layer of rusty clothes fell off.

The color of the hilt is iron blue, and the surface of the sword is soft and smooth, like jade. The engravings are deep but smooth, and once infused with true energy, the blue color of the deep sea will appear, just like the Canglian that grows on the Shenyin Peak of Tianji Mountain.

The body of the sword is silvery white, its brilliance is like training, and there are bluish patterns on it, as clear as clear water.

The people in the square gasped, seeing the light of the sword, they knew it was an extremely high-quality sword.

Holding the sword in one hand, the masked man took a slow step forward with the most traditional light kung fu, put his two fingers against the sword, and drew up a sword flower. It seems that this posture is to perform a set of sword moves.The people around sighed with their hands on their foreheads. Judging by this starting skill, it is completely like a posture that has never learned high-level martial arts. Also, how can this kind of heavy sword be played with one hand? Is the spirit sword blind?

Before he finished sighing, the masked man had already taken the second step, and the speed actually accelerated. The third and fourth steps were getting faster and faster, and the heavy sword, which is difficult for ordinary people to lift, was as light as nothing in his hand. , The sword moves changed from slow to fast, from astringent to smooth, his body shape was unpredictable, his steps were nimble and nimble, his green clothes flew like a dragon, and the whole square fell silent for a while.

The wind is getting colder, the clouds are densely covered, the ground is full of broken Qiongju, and the snow dances wildly.

At that time, it seemed like heavy snow was falling all over the sky, and the sword light was like flying flowers in disorder.

Even though it was the summer of July, everyone present clearly felt the chill of deep winter ice and snow.

"Your name is Suiqiong? Are you going to follow me?" The masked man stopped, his voice was soft and clean, slightly deep, he was actually a young man who had just started to change his voice, he seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he caressed Sword body, "However, I just came out of the rivers and lakes, and I don't have any long-term possessions, so...I promise you, the years will be long in the future, and the rivers and lakes will be ups and downs. You and I will be by our side until death."

Only Gu Jian uttered a long moan, the voice was melodious and bright, as if in response.

The ancient sword has a spirit, so far it recognizes its master.

All the people around the sword-testing stage were shocked by this scene. Can a sword really understand human language?Spirit Sword!Spirit Sword!

Thinking about the origin of this masked person, there has never been such a boy wearing a frost-colored faceless mask in Jianghu.

After famous people?

Peerless genius?

Regardless of his status, from now on he becomes the master of the spirit sword, so this is his legend!

No matter what happens in the future, whether he is a man of the world or not, this scene will be recorded in the records of Caiwei Jianghu.

But seeing that he has such a posture at such a young age, he can calm the audience just out of the rivers and lakes.

It seems that the next legend of the rivers and lakes can already be glimpsed from this.

Ning Changhua and Yan Qiubai glanced at each other, and they both jumped down from upstairs, chic and elegant.Ning Changhua's figure flashed in mid-air, throwing away Yan Qiubai, and flew towards the masked man like a bolt of lightning, and stood in front of him first to look carefully, Yan Qiubai followed with a smile.

The young man stood still, and there was a large space around him. Others either despised or respected or guarded or envied him, watching from afar.

Yan Qiubai first raised his hand and saluted, "Young man, this sword has recognized you as the master, the two of us hereby congratulate you."

This sentence of congratulations is the sword judge's respect to the master of the spirit sword. This sword is neither righteous nor full of evil, but a natural sword that only exists in legends. Its attributes vary with the master's heart Sure enough, although the spirit sword showed a icy aura at this time, the aura was clear and bright, Yan Qiubai believed that even though the young man in front of him was unclear, the choice of the spirit sword would definitely not be bad.

"What's the young hero's name?"

"I'm not some young hero." The young man said without any emotion, "Sui Qiong also came to find me."

He thought he was modest when he heard the first half of the sentence, but even Yan Qiubai, who was used to seeing arrogant people, couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard the second half, this kid is really, arrogant.

This situation was unexpected by Yan Qiubai.He originally intended to lure the young man into Lanwu City with the identity of Spirit Sword Bole, but at the end of this sentence, he knew that this young man was definitely not a person who was willing to submit to others.Thinking of this, he glanced at his wife next to him, Ning Shanghua glanced back at him, blinked, and Yan Qiubai smiled back.

Why inexplicably feel that these two people are somewhat similar?

If the young man is really a wife, who is arrogant and arrogant, does not love money and does not play tricks, then it is best to show affection when he has just become famous, has no connections, no friends and no enemies, and it is best to make friends and save a relationship .In this way, no matter whether there is a next step in the future, whether it is good or evil, he will have to sell his wife's face, so Lanwu City will always be safe.

"Young man, you're quite arrogant. Report your name, show your true face, and let the city lord see it." Ning Changhua folded his arms, and his tone was even more arrogant than that young man. It is hard to imagine how the polite Yan Qiubai married to her.

Yan Qiubai gave a wry smile, thanks to the fact that he has been working hard all the years to create a cold and beautiful image for his wife, so that he can be called the city lord, but every time she opens her mouth, her true nature is exposed.

The boy tilted his head and asked, "Who are you?"

"Me?" Ning Changhua was a little surprised, this young man didn't know who he was?Where did it come from?Really interesting.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, unexpectedly someone asked the sky-high Mrs. Shang Hua to give her name first before she would announce her family name, really, arrogance, arrogance!So someone couldn't help but start yelling.

"You don't even know Mrs. Shanghua?"

"The old hat that Zidian civet doesn't know is still in the rivers and lakes?"

"Ignorant! Shameful!"

The young man said nothing, just looked at Ning Shanghua.

"Lanwu City Lord, Ning Shanghua." Ning Shanghua rested his hand on his chin and looked at the boy with interest.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." The boy nodded, but he didn't mention his name.

The author has something to say:

Chang Hua is a very interesting woman, she is cute, coquettish and bold, she is a blessing to marry~