Chapter 341 It’s coming for you!
A metallic sound of "rubbing" exploded in everyone's ears, and Yunran frowned. This sound seemed to disturb people's minds.
The rest of the people also felt uncomfortable, especially those who already had one or two marks on their bodies, and covered their ears in pain.
As for the people in the audience, only a small number of people were paying attention to the big screen in the yellow area.
But as the metallic sound pierced the air, countless people looked over.
Someone took a closer look at the iron sword hanging above the competition center with black gas surrounding it, and was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
"That's..."
The person who recognized the sword felt his throat tighten at this moment. He felt that the name of the sword was stuck in his throat and he could not say it at all.
"Oh my god, isn't this a selection competition? How could such a change happen? The clothes of those players can't withstand the evil spirit of this sword!"
"Who inspected this competition venue? This is dereliction of duty and a disregard for human life!"
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Those big guys who were just on the stage, enjoying themselves watching the competition between their juniors, all of their faces became very ugly when they saw the sword.
Taoist Aoki and others were also looking at the competition center below with some loss of composure at this moment.
"What's going on? Isn't this sword sealed? Why did it suddenly appear here!"
"We must find a way to control this sword, otherwise, the younger generation of Xuanmen disciples who are competing below will suffer heavy casualties."
"If we join forces, I'm afraid we have no chance of winning!"
Ginseng Guo and Long Ling looked at everyone as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they were a little puzzled. It was obvious that they didn't understand the power of this sword.
However, the two of them saw that the expressions of the entire audience had changed, and they roughly guessed that the sword might have a lot of background.
Ginseng Fruit poked Long Ling's hand: "Can you tell the origin of this sword?"
Although he is not worried that his host will be injured by this sword, it is always easy to suffer a loss if he does not know the origin of this sword at all.
Long Ling's eyes suddenly flashed with ice blue light. As long as he activated the magical power of tracing, he could clearly see the origin of the sword.
Yunran, who was on the stage, looked at the sword that was obviously coming from an evil person with some wariness. She had a bad feeling. She always felt that the sword was aimed at her.
Long Ling, after activating the magical power of retrospection, directly shared what he saw with Yunran.
Soon, Yunran knew the origin of the sword, and it was confirmed that the sword was indeed aimed at her.
It turns out that this sword was a magical weapon thousands of years ago, capable of eradicating evil spirits. However, I didn’t expect that people from the Witch Clan snatched the sword.
And this sword gave birth to a sword spirit a long time ago. The people of the Witch Clan not only killed its owner, but also put such a magical weapon into the blood pool.
The blood pool was the blood of those half-bloods of the Witch Clan who were treated as human sacrifices. The sword spirit gradually developed violent evil thoughts and turned into a demonic sword.
In the end, even the people of the Wu Clan could no longer control it. Many people in the Wu Clan died before they could seal it. This was the reason why the Wu Clan gradually became weak and perished.
This island was originally chosen to seal this magic sword.
Perhaps because of the many years of peace, people have gradually forgotten the existence of this magic sword. Now, it suddenly appeared here, which caught everyone off guard.
Long Ling's voice came from Yunran's mind: [It's coming for you! You have half the blood of the Witch Clan, and it won’t give up until you die. 】What else doesn’t Yun Ran understand? This magic sword has a grudge against the Wu clan, and she has suffered a terrible disaster.
The scene in front of me at this moment is not just that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!
After Long Ling found out the origin of the magic sword, he immediately put away his retroactive powers. His body suddenly staggered a little, and beads of sweat fell down from his forehead.
This sword was born with spiritual intelligence, had been soaked in a pool of blood, and had killed many people from the Witch Clan. It was no longer a simple magic sword.
Long Ling thought of the scene he had 'seen' before, the momentum of the demonic sword killing the Wu tribe, and he couldn't help but touch his neck.
He always felt a bit chilly on his neck. Although he was usually very stinky, if he really faced this magic sword, Long Ling had no confidence that he could escape.
[Yunran, you have to be careful. This sword is very powerful. You must not be hit by it. It can eat away the souls of the creatures that are hit...]
Knowing the origin of this sword, Yunran never took his eyes away from this magic sword.
Xie Xuzhi, who was in the VIP room, suddenly came out when he saw the magic sword sealed underground.
He, who had always remained calm even when the mountain was falling, immediately stood up a little rudely, even accidentally touching the tea cup at his hand.
At this moment, his face looked extremely ugly.
This sword was originally locked with sixteen dragon-locking chains, which were jointly sealed by the most powerful families in Xuanmen hundreds of years ago.
Now that this magic sword appears here, it means that the seal has been broken.
"Go check it out!"
Xie Xuzhi only said two words, and his men ran down to investigate in person with solemn expressions.
"The selection is suspended. Let everyone evacuate immediately. Notify all Special Administration Bureau personnel and protect them at all costs!"
"Yes."
Xie Xuzhi saw that Yun Ran was very close to the magic sword at this moment, and couldn't help but clenched his fist.
And all this happened in just one minute.
Although the younger generation of Xuanmen practitioners who were participating in the trial noticed something strange about this sword, they did not know its origin.
At this moment, I thought that this was just one of the tasks in the trial. Although I knew there was some danger, I didn't feel any fear.
This is probably because the ignorant are fearless.
The young man next to Yunran looked at the sword hanging above them, and clearly felt that the sword in his hand was frightened, even trembling, and wanted to escape.
This made him a little puzzled. Although he was not from a wealthy family, he had outstanding talents and his master was considered a knowledgeable person.
For so many years, he has traveled far and wide in order to earn resources, and he has never encountered any dangers.
The sword in his hand has been with him through life and death for many years. Even if he has not yet developed spiritual wisdom, it can be regarded as a connection between his mind and his heart.
This was the first time that he felt so clearly that his sword was surrendering and fearful.
The young man slowly approached Yunran and whispered: "There is something weird about this sword. I'm afraid it's not a simple task. We have to be careful."