Gu Tian curled his lips and sneered.
He was deeply aware of the shamelessness of the suffering master in front of him.
He was too lazy to talk to him anymore.
He turned his head and looked at the uncontrollable Fang Qingping, who was walking towards the center of the high platform step by step.
In legends, there is such a thing as feeding a sword with one's body, but no one has ever seen it.
Weapons that need to be fed with the essence and blood of warriors only exist in legends, and now this is the first time they have seen it.
Everyone stood aside calmly.
No one planned to stop Fang Qingping from feeding the sword with his body.
He wanted to save his life.
The person who was willing to save him was fainting on the ground at this moment.
Everyone understood that Fang Qingping had lost his consciousness and fell into the illusion created by the murder weapon.
I saw him continuing to walk forward in a daze, only an arm's length away before he collided with the upright black sword.
At this moment, he suddenly stopped and looked back.
His eyes were flashing with a strange red light, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised under his nose.
The whole person was indescribably weird, but he was very strange.
He quickly turned his head back and faced the black sword that was within reach in front of him again.
Slowly he raised his right arm, put his finger to his mouth, and bit it hard.
After taking it away, blood instantly emerged from the fingertips.
In a short time, the whole finger was covered with blood.
He raised his blood-stained finger and pressed it against the black sword in front of him.
Then there was a cry of pain.
The black sword was like a blood-sucking monster, sucking the blood from his fingers. .
After just a while, the robe that originally fit him became fatter.
No, his whole person was shrinking.
It wasn't finished until all the blood flowed out.
It wasn't until the whole person turned into a human mummy that the black sword let go of Fang Qingping's finger with satisfaction.
Plop Fang Qingping, who was left with only skeletons and dry skin, fell straight to the ground.
He was already dead, with no breath of life on his body, and only a corpse was left.
Buzz The long black sword trembled slightly, and seemed to emit a soft cry of satisfaction.
Then it soared into the sky, flew high into the sky, and circled in front of the black hole in the sky.
Then the sword pointed downwards, quickly fell, and was directly inserted into the stone ground of the high platform.
Up, deep into the hilt.
A cracking sound sounded at the same time.
Counting from the insertion position of the black sword, seven or eight cracks appeared in the surrounding circle, spreading to all directions.
The black light pillar between the high platform and the high-altitude black hole also disappeared the moment the black sword fell. swish swish The three figures rushed towards the black sword hilt exposed outside the high platform at the same time, but before they could get close, their bodies suddenly stopped, as if being blocked by an invisible air mass, and they had to retreat again.
"I promised that the Holy Sect's affairs would be fulfilled, and I also asked the Holy Lady to hurry back to the Holy Sect and bring what I said earlier."
Master Misery glanced at the woman in black and said.
The woman in black sneered, her eyes still fixed on the black sword hilt, and said in a cold tone: "The Holy Master would rather I bring this ancient weapon back to the Holy Sect."
Master Suffering nodded helplessly, understanding that the woman in black would not give up fighting for the black sword in front of her, and immediately turned to look at another figure blocked by the air mass.
"Master Qing Pheasant, you and I have known each other for many years, and I have promised to help you find the formation here.
Why do you want to fight for it?"
Master Qing Pheasant smoothed the goatee on his chin with his hand, and said with a sinister smile: "Such a magical thing, a virtuous person can live in it.
What's more, this thing is too sinister and not suitable for use by you Buddhists.
I think you, monk It’s better to give up.”
The Master of Suffering clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and said with a smile on his face: "Because this thing is so sinister and evil, I made up my mind to take it away with my own hands, and use Dharma every day to expel the evil spirit above."
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"Stop talking nonsense.
Since no one is willing to give up, what else is there to say?
Whoever grabs something belongs to him."
After Master Qing Pheasant finished speaking, he looked at the black sword hilt with a greedy look in his eyes.
"It's good, it's good.
In this case, I must take action to save this thing and prevent it from causing harm to the people."
The three people who were most likely to get the black sword regarded each other as competitors.
As for Gu Tian and Yun Jian standing in the distance, no one took them seriously at all.
In the eyes of Master Qing Pheasant and Master Misery, Gu Tian and Yun Jian are just inner strength warriors and early innate warriors.
They are ants that can be killed easily and have no qualifications to compete for the black sword.
If the woman in black hadn't relied on the Huaguang Thorn in her hand to barely be qualified to fight against the warriors of the Earth Profound Realm, otherwise she wouldn't even be standing here to compete for the qualification of the black long sword.
Gu Tian and Yun Jian indeed stood aside honestly, showing no intention of fighting for it.
They seemed to just stand aside and watch the fun.
Master Suffering, Master Qing Pheasant, and the woman in black subconsciously distanced themselves from each other and stood in a different position.
The woman in black was alone from beginning to end, keeping a certain distance from the other two people.
It didn't seem obvious.
However, the two companions, Master Suffering and Master Qing Pheasant, who originally came here together, now lost their lives because of the black long sword.
In their relationship, they are wary of each other and regard each other as their biggest rivals.
Yun Jian reached out and gently tugged on Gu Tian's sleeve, and whispered: "No matter what happens in a while, leave immediately.
Don't look back.
Run as far as you want."
Facing his serious expression, Gu Tian put away the playful expression on his face and nodded solemnly.
"I'm leaving, what about you?"
Gu Tian asked with concern.
He knew from the beginning that Yun Jian came here because of the long black sword in front of him.
He had gone through a lot of hardships and it was impossible to give up.
"Don't worry, I have a way to leave.
Don't worry, no one can get it except me."
Yun Jian said with relief.
Even he didn't know whether he was saying it to Gu Tian or himself.
Seeing that Yun Jian was full of confidence in him, Gu Tian moved his body back and stood on the edge of the high platform to make it easier to escape.
Everyone on the high platform had their own thoughts.
The only thing they had in common was that they looked nervous.
They all stared intently at the center of the high platform, waiting for the next change.
As time passed, the atmosphere on the high platform became more and more tense.
Everyone knew in their hearts that the layer of air blocking the crowd and the black sword hilt would disappear at any time.
A crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded on the silent high platform, followed by a series of sounds of broken glass.
Looking again, the originally blurry black hilt was clearly exposed in front of everyone. swish swish swish Five figures rushed in different directions, four of them rushed towards the middle of the high platform, and the remaining figure jumped off the high platform, quickly shuttled through the messy stone forest, and ran in the opposite direction of the high platform.
"Haha, I'm sorry, everyone, I will save this thing for you."
Master Suffering was the first to arrive at the middle of the high platform.
He couldn't help laughing wildly, reached out and grabbed the black sword hilt exposed outside the high platform, and pulled it out hard.
"Eh" With all his strength, he did not pull out the black long sword from the high platform.
When he wanted to pull it out a second time, the Huaguang thorn in the hand of the woman in black drew a beautiful black arc towards him.
At the same time, the green sword was drawn out.
Master Pheasant's palm, which was shining with green light, also took a photo.
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As a last resort, he had no choice but to let go of his palm, push the hilt of the sword hard, and slide out, avoiding the attacks of the woman in black and Master Qing Pheasant
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