Chapter 722 Intrigue

Countless magic weapons were buried in the tomb of soldiers. They all turned into light balls and wandered in the void. Although they did not have the power of their peak state, they were still extremely terrifying under the control of the remaining will.

At this time, some geniuses had already arrived in the tomb of soldiers and scattered around to find their favorite magic weapons.

At this time, some people gathered together, staring at the front with sharp expressions.

There was a faint sense of killing in the air, which made the spiritual energy in the air stagnate slightly.

In front of them, there was a black-clothed figure sitting quietly, with his eyes closed, and a powerful sword intent rolling on his body, making people dare not approach easily.

At this time, a green long sword was placed on the knees of the black-clothed figure. The sword was three feet and three inches long. The sword body was simple and unadorned, with some vague patterns faintly engraved on it, as if it had experienced a long time and could not be seen clearly.

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

The woman had a pretty face, but at this moment her face was cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.

This sword was originally comprehended by her and the man in black, but the man in black snatched it away, with extremely despicable means, which was simply abominable.

However, the man in black seemed to have not heard this at all, and even ignored the woman's words without opening his eyes.

The woman was so angry that her face turned purple when she saw that she was ignored. She wanted to kill the man in black immediately, but when she thought of the terrifying strength of the man in black, she couldn't help but give up this idea.

Suddenly, she looked at the man next to her, with a tearful look on her face, and asked softly: "Brother, the Nether Sword is extremely important to me, can you..."

The man was dressed in brocade and had an extraordinary temperament. At first glance, he looked like a person from a powerful force.

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

He and the woman came from the same sect, and he knew the woman's character very well. She would only gossip and rarely say the truth.

However, he did not refuse directly, but transmitted the message: "I can understand your feelings, but this person is not weak. As the son of the Yujian Sect, how can I easily take action? If something goes wrong, how can I live as a human being?"

The woman's beautiful eyes stagnated, and she stared at the man beside her blankly, as if she did not expect him to say such a thing. This word contained a deep meaning, and hinted at something.

"Then what should I do to make my senior brother take action?" The woman looked at the man in brocade clothes with pity, and there was a bit of sadness in her beautiful eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Moreover, the woman did not transmit this to the man in brocade clothes alone, but said it directly, which meant that everyone else around her heard it.

After this, the eyes of the people around moved back and forth between the man and the woman in brocade clothes, and a hint of deep meaning flashed in their eyes. It seems that some words were not said directly.

Since they were not said, it was obvious that these words were not wanted to be known by them.

And from the demeanor and tone of the woman's words just now, it seemed that the man in brocade clothes had made some excessive demands.

They looked at the woman again. She was a beautiful woman with a petite figure and a pure and lovely face. In just a moment, everyone knew everything.

The man in brocade clothes looked a little unhappy. He was a saint son of a sect after all, so he naturally had to pay attention to his face. Therefore, some words were not said in person. I didn't expect this bitch to be so shameless that everyone had unfavorable speculations about him.

"Junior sister, you are too serious. It's not that I don't want to take action, but I should understand my brother's intentions. I don't know what I think in my heart?"

The man in brocade clothes spoke lightly. Since he had already exposed it, he didn't care about face and directly said what he thought in his heart.

The woman's expression froze when she heard this. He actually said such words without caring about his face. Isn't he afraid of affecting his reputation?

The man in brocade clothes looked at the people around him again, clasped his fists and said: "I am Zhai Ping, the holy son of the Yujian Sect. This matter is a matter of our sect. I hope you will not spread it everywhere. It is a face for me. I will repay you in the future."

As the holy son of a sect, Zhai Ping naturally has some means. The little cleverness that the woman is proud of is just unnecessary in his opinion.

The few people nodded slightly. Although Zhai Ping's move was a bit of taking advantage of others, the woman was obviously not a good person. Besides, this matter has nothing to do with them. Keeping a secret can also get benefits. Why not do it?

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

The irony is that although these people come from a powerful and powerful force, they are actually a group of shameless people. They are deceiving each other for their own interests.

It is sad that with such a mentality, how can they comprehend the true meaning of martial arts? I am afraid that their lifetime achievements are also in sight.

"What do you think, Junior Sister? If we waste time and let that person successfully merge with the magic weapon, it will be too late." Zhai Ping looked at the woman and said, his eyes kept scanning the beautiful parts of the woman, and the greed in his eyes was no longer concealed.

This woman is the most beautiful woman in the Yujian Sect. He has long coveted the beauty of the woman, but because of his status and the fact that they are both in the sect, it is not easy to make a move. This is just the perfect opportunity.

The woman was so angry that her body trembled, but she could do nothing. Her martial arts talent was not strong. She was able to enter the Yujian Sect by relying on special means. Now this Nether Sword is of great benefit to her practice, and she doesn't want to give up.

"I...promise." The woman gritted her silver teeth and said. This sentence seemed to drain all the strength from her body, and her whole body became soft, but it added a bit of charm to her.

When Zhai Ping saw this scene, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he laughed and said, "Okay, I know that junior sister knows the importance of things, so senior brother will get the sword for you right now."

Others were not surprised by this result. Since the woman made this request, this magic weapon must be extremely important to her, and it is reasonable to give up something.

"Wait a minute, everyone who sees the magic weapon has a share. Although we are a little late, we should still get something." One person said lightly, and the implication was very obvious.

They don't need this sword, but at least give them some treasures, and they can't let them go empty-handed.

Zhai Ping's eyes flickered, and he cursed in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface. He waved his palms, and seven or eight rays of light shot out. Each ray of light emitted not weak magic weapon fluctuations, all of which were Spiritual weapon.

Although these spiritual weapons are not as good as the cyan sword on the knee of the black-clothed figure, they are pretty good, and the lowest ones are all middle-grade spiritual weapons.

Those people each took away a spiritual weapon, and then they showed a satisfied look and said to Zhai Ping: "Thank you for the gift. I'll see you again in the future."

After that, those people left in different directions. When they left, they intentionally kept a distance from other people, as if they were worried about something.

Although the magic weapon has been obtained, it has not yet left the Yunhuang Mountains, and it is still unclear whose hands it will end up in. Naturally, they will not take it lightly.

Zhai Ping glanced around, and his soul power was released, covering the surrounding area for several miles. As expected, he did not sense any other auras, and his heart finally settled down.

Then, he turned his gaze to the man in black who had been silent all this time, and said in a calm tone: "Leave the magic weapon, and I can forget about the incident of you robbing my junior sister's magic weapon before."

Zhai Ping looked very calm, with a hint of pride on his face. As the holy son of the Sword Control Sect, his words naturally carry some weight.

However, the young man in black didn't seem to care about his so-called Holy Son. He was extremely indifferent, and just like before, he didn't even open his eyes.

At this time, the woman also looked at the man in black, her eyes as vicious as poisonous snakes, showing strong resentment. If the man in black hadn't snatched away her magic weapon, how could she have been threatened by Zhai Ping to lose the most precious thing in a woman? s things.

This debt must be repaid!

"Brother, he is currently integrating the will in the magic weapon. I am afraid that he cannot be distracted from fighting. He is definitely not your opponent. You can directly take him down and destroy his cultivation to see if he can still be as calm as he is now. ”

The woman sneered, her fair and delicate cheeks now looking extremely ferocious, without any trace of innocence at all.

She wanted to see that arrogant and arrogant man being destroyed, kneel in front of her and beg her for forgiveness, and trample all his pride to pieces.

That feeling should be very pleasant!

"Okay, after he is destroyed, he will be left to you to deal with." Zhai Ping said with a smile, stroking the woman's white cheek with his palm. The soft feeling stimulated his nerves like an electric current, making him feel that his blood vessels were swelling. .

Then Zhai Ping retracted his palm, his eyes became sharp in an instant, and he strode towards the man in black. With every step he took, the aura on his body increased sharply, and his whole body seemed to turn into a sword, with an overwhelming momentum.

Although he is only at the first level of King Yuan, his strength is not weaker than that of an ordinary person at the peak of the second level of King Yuan.

Killing intent spread quietly in the void.

With Zhai Ping as the center, a terrifying sword energy storm brewed. The endless sword energy slashed out, cutting the space, erupting with terrifying power, and the air made a sharp scream.

"Abolish my cultivation."

The man in black frowned slightly. He was indeed still in the fusion stage. His soul was connected to the will in the magic weapon. He couldn't fight with all his strength and could only find ways to speed up.