Chapter 8： : The holy sword of scratching (1/2)
”Choose a disciple of the sword?”
Murong Xuan looked at Madman Chu and muttered.
Do not know why.
He has a feeling that the movement of the holy sword is because of this person.
In addition to the other party's otherworldly temperament, he couldn't help but glanced at the other person more, his eyes showing a bit of dignity and curiosity.
The madman of Chu has come within the hundred feet of the holy sword.
The sword intent domain is already shrouded in him.
Unexpectedly, these sword intents did not affect him in the slightest, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face, but instead made him feel comfortable.
The madman of Chu approached step by step and walked towards the holy sword.
Baizhang, which is more than three hundred meters.
After a while, Madman Chu left for the most part.
Murong Xuan held Chi Lian, his eyes widened.
what's the situation?
He walked extremely hard in the sword intent domain, but the person in front of him was very relaxed, like walking in a leisurely courtyard. The difference is too big.
Murong Xuan looked at the other holy swords.
found that these holy swords trembled more severely.
Like a person, very excited.
rely on me.
These holy swords are not deliberately released!
Murong Xuan suddenly had this absurd idea in his mind.
The Holy Sword has been in Jianshan for so many years, and there are countless practitioners who want to come here to gain their approval, but they have never seen the Holy Sword weaken the pressure of the sword too much, and treat any monk equally.
Can you release water on Madman Chu now?
”No, it's impossible.”
Murong Xuan swallowed, feeling a little weird.
And several Daozi in the sky were also dumbfounded.
”I heard that this person is an exquisite sword heart with nine orifices and no upper Taoist body. When I awakened, all the swords in Jianshan went to worship. I didn't believe this rumor. It seems that this is probably true.”
”Damn, is Jiuqiao Linglong Jianxin so unreasonable?”
”The supreme Taoist body is awesome.”
…………
The madman of Chu easily crossed the Baizhang sword intent domain, first glanced at Murong Xuan, then slightly narrowed his eyes.
No way, isn't the other party wearing a few small solar energy dazzling?
He nodded slightly at the other party, ”Hello, brother.”
Master... Junior brother? ?
Murong Xuan was a little stunned.
He is a dignified Daozi, second only to the elder and the master in Xuantian Sect. No one has ever called him a junior.
”Do you know who I am?”
Murong Xuan's face became a little cold.
”I know, Daozi Murongxuan.”
The madman Chu nodded. He had seen each other several times before, but at that time the other party didn't even notice him as an outer disciple.
”If you know, how dare you call me that!”
”Because I am the new chief disciple Chu Madman, you should call me Senior Brother.” Chu Madman said lightly.
Then, he looked at the holy swords on the bluestone.
As if he had noticed Madman Chu's gaze, a few holy swords flew out of the bluestone automatically and came to him.
Even the Chi Lian Sword that Murong Xuan had so hard to obtain trembled, and he broke free of Murong Xuan's hand and flew towards Madman Chu.
Nine holy swords hovered around the madman of Chu, blooming with brilliant sword light, and the runes flowed one after another, which was extremely gorgeous.
”How could this be!”
Murong Xuan couldn't believe it.
The holy sword that he finally surrendered didn't even cover the heat, so he ran up to others and ‘scratched his head’?
That's right, the feeling that Murong Xuan gave to Murong Xuan with these holy swords was that he was scratching his head, hoping to attract the attention of Madman Chu.
If these holy swords can speak...
That must be yelling ‘choose me’ and ‘choose me quickly’ now.
The few Taoists in the sky are also shocked.