Seeing the satisfied appearance of the Sword Spirit, Mo Rongzhan frowned, he was a little annoyed with this Sword Spirit, he couldn't chase it away, every time he met a Sword Spirit, he could easily enter the black sword, this was really troublesome.
"No, no, I haven't eaten such delicious Spiritual Qi in a long time, your sword is really suitable for me." The Sword Spirit shouted, it decided that it would never leave its master.
"Liar!" The Sword Spirit shouted, "Your sword doesn't have a Sword Spirit."
The Sword Spirit smiled and said, "You don't need to look, I will be your Sword Spirit, you can rest assured, I will soon become very strong."
"Hey, hey, what's with that look, you have to believe me, you are my master, we have to trust each other." The Sword Spirit flew to Mo Rongzhan's shoulder with its round belly, "You see, with my help, you can enter the Sword Mountain."
The Sword Spirit hugged his calf, "After entering the mountain gate is the Sword Mountain, there are all kinds of Sword Spirits, good and bad, they are different from the black and white Sword Spirits."
"No." The Sword Spirit said without blushing, "But I know, you believe me."
The Sword Spirit climbed up his calf, lying on his shoulder, it whispered in his ear, "The bad Sword Spirit will take your sword for itself, it will also eat up your Spiritual Qi, you must be careful."
It seemed like this Sword Spirit was not completely ignorant.
Mo Rongzhan also felt that the aura here was different from other places, it was full of gloomy killing intent, the quality of a Sword Spirit was actually greatly related to the owner of the sword, if the owner was a homicidal maniac, constantly using the sword to kill people, the Sword Spirit would be nourished by blood for a long time, it would lose its original nature, just like the owner, it would become a Sword Spirit with Evil Qi, only blood could make it stronger.
It seemed like he had come to a place full of Sword Demons.
"So scary!" The Sword Spirit hid behind Mo Rongzhan, "Will we be eaten?"
The Sword Spirit squeezed out a tear from its bean-sized eyes, "You won't be able to bear it."
"Shh!" The Sword Spirit suddenly stopped talking.
Mo Rongzhan slightly narrowed his eyes, the black sword in his hand let out a deep sword cry, even it was repelling this uncomfortable aura.
"It's Sword Demon!" The Sword Spirit whispered.
Mo Rongzhan held the black sword in his hand as he looked sharply at the Sword Demons surrounding them.
"This sword is mine, don't fight with me!" A Sword Devil said, not allowing other Sword Devils to fight with him over Mo Rongzhan's black sword and spirit qi.
"…"
"Leave the sword behind!" Sword Devil shouted.
Mo Rongzhan raised his sword to meet the enemy. Compared to the white and black sword spirits from before, the moves of these Sword Demons were much more ruthless. It was a little difficult for him to deal with them.
"Left …"
The sword sprite whimpered, "Let me help you."
"I can't do it without you …" the sword sprite cried out. It was flung into the air and spun in a circle before pouncing on Mo Rongzhan's black sword.
Clang —
Another sword landed on his back.
The Sword Devils sensed the spiritual power in his body and became even more berserk.
Mo Rongzhan almost lost his grip on the black sword. Every move he made was not smooth, as if someone was controlling his hand and trying to invade his consciousness.
Another black aura wrapped around his black sword.
The Sword Devils were bloodthirsty, so when they smelled the scent of blood, they became even more excited.
These Sword Devils were too difficult to deal with. Not only could they wrap around his sword, but they were also absorbing his spiritual power. He could only rely on his strong willpower to not be controlled.
Mo Rongzhan closed his eyes and no longer looked at the Sword Devils. The Sword Devils were faster than him, and they could also affect his consciousness.
The black sword became much lighter, and the patterns on the blade became clearer. The two Sword Devils that were originally wrapped around him were ejected and fell to the ground, unable to move. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
This was not a sword they could control. This sword had once belonged to a Sword Saint …
Mo Rongzhan could not feel any of the Sword Devil's aura, so he slowly opened his eyes. The black sword had already returned to its original appearance, as if those patterns had never appeared.
Was this … a test of the sword intent?
He still had to continue looking for the Sword Saint.
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