Chapter 722

Countless magic weapons of divine soldiers are buried in the military grave. They all turn into light and wander in the empty air. Although they have no power of peak state, they are still extremely terrible under the control of residual will.

At this time, some Tianjiao had arrived in the army grave and scattered around to find their favorite magic weapons.

At this time, some people gathered together and stared at the front with a sharp look.

In the air, there was a faint sense of killing, which made the aura in the air stagnate slightly.

In front of them, there was a figure in black sitting quietly with eyes closed. The powerful sword was rolling and flowing on his body, which made people dare not approach easily.

At this time, there is a long black sword, which has been engraved on the body for a long time.

"Hand over the nether sword and we can let you go. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude." A cold voice sounded, but it was a woman who spoke.

The woman had a beautiful face, but now her face was cold and seemed to be covered with ice.

This sword was originally realized by her and the man in black, but the man in black robbed it. The means were extremely despicable and hateful.

However, the man in black didn't seem to hear this at all. He didn't even open his eyes and ignored the woman's words directly.

Seeing that she was ignored, the woman turned purple with anger. She wanted to kill the man in black immediately, but she had to give up the idea at the thought of the man in black's terrible strength.

Suddenly, she looked at the man beside her, with a look of pear blossom and rain on her face, and whispered, "senior brother, the Youming sword is very important to me, can you..."

This man is dressed in royal clothes and gorgeous clothes. His temperament is quite extraordinary. At first glance, he looks like a man from great power.

The man in royal clothes looked at the woman beside him and a sneer flashed in his heart.

He came from the same family as the woman. He could not be more clear about the woman's temperament. He could only move right and wrong, and his words were rarely true.

However, he didn't refuse directly, but said: "I can understand the feeling of younger martial sister, but this person's strength is not weak. As the Holy Son of Yujian sect, I can't do it easily. If something goes wrong, tell me how to be a man."

The woman's beautiful eyes stagnated and stared at the man beside her. It seemed that she didn't expect him to say such words. These words contained deep meaning and implied something.

"Then how can elder martial brother be willing to do it?" The woman looked at the man in Royal dress with pity. Her beautiful eyes were a little sad, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Moreover, the woman's words were not transmitted to the man in royal clothes alone, but directly, which means that others around her heard them.

The words fell, and the eyes of the people around moved back and forth on the men and women in royal clothes. A deep meaning flashed in their eyes. It seems that some words were not said directly.

Since they didn't say it, it's obvious that they don't want to know these words.

From the look and tone of the woman's speech just now, it seems that the man in royal clothes has put forward some excessive requirements.

They looked at the woman again. She was exquisite and petite, and her face was pure and lovely. She was a sign of beauty. In a moment, everyone knew everything in their hearts.

The man in royal clothes looks a little ugly. He is a holy Son at least. Naturally, he should pay attention to his face. Therefore, he didn't say some words face to face. Unexpectedly, this bitch was so shameless that Zhu Sheng made a guess against him.

"Younger martial sister, this remark is serious. It's not that elder martial brother doesn't want to do it, but what elder martial brother wants. Younger martial sister should understand. I don't know what younger martial sister thinks in her heart?"

The man in royal guards spoke faintly. Since he had been stabbed, he didn't care about face, and directly said his thoughts in his heart.

When the woman heard this, she looked stiff. He even said such words in spite of his face. Aren't you afraid to affect his reputation?

The man in royal clothes looked at the people around him and hugged his fist and said, "I'm Zhai Ping, the Holy Son of the imperial sword sect. This is a matter within my sect. I hope you don't publicize it everywhere. It's a face for me and I'll repay it in the future."

Zhai Ping, as a holy Son, naturally has some means. In his opinion, the little intelligence that women are proud of is just superfluous.

Those people nodded slightly. Although Zhai Ping took advantage of people's danger, the woman was obviously not a good thing. Besides, it had nothing to do with them. It would be beneficial to keep secrets. Why not?

The man in black in the distance listened to the conversation, and he felt only a burst of irony and lament in his heart.

Ironically, although these people come from powerful forces, they are actually a group of shameless people who cheat each other for their own interests.

What laments is that they are so spiritual, how can they understand the true meaning of martial arts? I'm afraid they can see the achievements of their life.

"Younger martial sister, what are you thinking about? If you delay the time and let the man integrate with the divine army successfully, it will be too late." Zhai Ping looked at the woman and said, his eyes kept scanning the beautiful part of the woman, and the greed in his eyes had been undisguised.

This woman is the first beauty of Yujian sect. He has long coveted the beauty of the woman. Just because of his identity, they are both in the sect. It's hard to start. This is a great opportunity.

The woman was very angry Her body trembled disorderly, but she had no choice. Her martial arts talent was not strong. She could enter the imperial sword clan by special means. Now this Youming sword is of great benefit to her cultivation, and she didn't want to give up.

"I... promise." The woman's silver teeth clenched her way. This sentence seemed to spare her whole body's strength. The whole person became soft, but it added a bit of charm to her.

Zhai Ping's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw this scene, and he laughed and said, "OK, I know that younger martial sister can distinguish the weight. Elder martial brother, I'll get the sword for you."

Others were not surprised by this result. Since the woman made this request, it must be very important to her, and it's reasonable to give up some things.

"Wait a minute. Those who see the magic weapon have a share. Although we're a little late, we should get something." One person said faintly, and the implication was very obvious.

They may not want this sword, but at least give them some treasures. They can't go empty handed.

Zhai Ping's eyes twinkled and scolded the bastard in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface. He saw his palm waving, and suddenly seven or eight rays of light were emitted. Each ray of light emitted powerful magic fluctuations, all of which were spirit tools.

Although these spirit tools are not as good as the blue long sword on the knee of the figure in black, they are good. The lowest are middle-grade spirit tools.

Those people each took away a spirit instrument, which showed their satisfaction. They said to Zhai Ping, "thank you for the gift. I'll see you later."

After that, those people left in different directions. When they left, they deliberately separated from others, as if they were afraid of something.

Although the magic weapon has been in hand, they have not left the yunhuang mountains. It is unknown who will eventually hold it. Naturally, they will not take it lightly.

Zhai Ping glanced around. His soul power was released and shrouded around for miles. Sure enough, he didn't feel any other breath. Only then did he settle down in his heart.

Then he looked at the man in black who had been silent and said in a flat tone: "leave the magic weapon. I can let bygones be bygones when you robbed my younger martial sister's magic weapon."

Zhai Ping looked very calm, with a faint sense of pride on his face. As the son of the imperial sword sect, his words naturally have some weight.

However, the young man in black didn't seem to care about his so-called son. He was very indifferent. As before, he didn't even open his eyes.

At this time, the woman also looked at the man in black. Her eyes were as vicious as a poisonous snake and showed a strong sense of resentment. If the man in black hadn't robbed her magic weapon, would she be threatened by Zhai Ping so that she would lose her most precious thing.

This account must be paid back!

"Elder martial brother, he is now integrating the will in the magic weapon. I'm afraid he can't distract himself from the battle. He is definitely not your opponent. You can take him directly and abolish his cultivation accomplishments to see if he can be as indifferent as he is now."

The woman sneered and said that her white and delicate cheeks looked very ferocious at this time, without the previous half pure meaning.

She wants to see with her own eyes that the arrogant man is abandoned, kneel in front of her and beg her for forgiveness, trampling and crushing all his pride.

That feeling should be very pleasant!

"Well, after abolishing him, he'll leave it to you." Zhai Ping smiled and stroked with his palm Touching the woman's white cheeks, the soft feeling stimulated his nerves like an electric current, making him feel that his blood vessels were expanding.

Then Zhai Ping took back his palm, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and strode towards the man in black. With each step, his breath soared a lot, and the whole person seemed to turn into a sword.

Although he has only one level of cultivation of the king of yuan, his strength is not weaker than the ordinary people at the top of the second level of the king of yuan.

The killing intention spread quietly in the void.

With Zhai Ping as the center, a terrible sword storm was brewing. Endless sword Qi and sharp blades came out to cut the space, burst out terror power, and the air sent out a sharp whistling sound.

"Fix it for me."

The man in black frowned slightly. He is still in the fusion stage. His soul is connected with the will in the magic weapon. He can't fight with all his strength. He can only find a way to speed up.