As he stood outside the magic circle for a longer time, the premonition in Lu Changhe's heart became stronger and stronger. He couldn't help but wonder, could this magic sword really have something strange to him, and could he really pull it out?

At this time, Zhou Xiongjie, based on the list, asked the top 20 cultivators except Zhao Taien to enter the magic circle in batches and try to draw the sword. As for himself and Emperor Dagan, Zhang Yurong and others were unable to get close to the magic sword within ten feet of the foundation-building stage, so they could only stand outside the magic circle and wait, and guided everyone with words.

In the crowd, Lin Zhou stared at the nineteen monks who entered the magic circle and gently stroked the formation flag of the Heavenly Demon Zhuxian Formation in his arms. He had a lot of information about the magic sword and understood that even he might not be able to get close to the magic sword. A powerful man who was in the same tribulation state as him forced his sword to draw his sword, but he suffered a backlash and severe injury.

However, this is not a big problem for Lin Zhou. He had no intention of relying on his own strength to pull out the magic sword. His idea was very simple. Since he could not draw the sword, he might as well not pull it out and directly borrowed the Heavenly Demon Zhuxian Formation to smash Chang'an County into pieces. He only had the fragment of the magic sword attached.

Nineteen monks entered the magic circle. According to the order they obtained rankings in the sword meeting, the first one to draw the sword was a female cultivator from a certain immortal sect. Under the gaze of countless eyes, she slowly walked to the ancient long sword that was dark all over. Her face was solemn and serious. She reached out to hold the hilt of the sword. After a moment of brewing, she suddenly shouted "Hey" and used the power of the nine ox and two tigers to pull it out desperately.

After pulling it twice, the female cultivator realized something was wrong. A powerful suction force came from the hilt of the sword. Her spiritual power was like a flood that broke the dam, and it kept instilling into the sword. The sword was still standing still. In less than three breaths, the female cultivator was sucked away with spiritual power, pale face and trembling. She knew that if she was sucked down, she might have passed away her vitality, so she quickly let go.

Everyone gathered outside the magic circle to see the female cultivator failing to draw his sword? They all sighed with regret.

"This magical sword is really weird? I don't know what its origin is. No one can pull it for two hundred years? I'm not surprised that I've seen it too much."

"I don't know what kind of genius you need to draw the magic sword."

"Do I think? Li Mobei, the eldest disciple of Master Lu, has a great hope of drawing out the divine sword. He has realized the second level of Wuji Sword Dao. Your sword is my sword? You can grab the white blades with no means, and you should be able to draw out the divine sword."

"I also think Li Mobei has great hope? If he can't even comprehend the Wuji Sword Art? Then other foundation-building sword cultivators will be even more impossible."

“…”

Listening to the whispering of everyone around him, Liu Xiguang was quite annoyed. She didn't know about Wuji Sword Dao. She thought to herself: "This group of people don't know anything and just talk nonsense here? Is Wuji Sword Dao very powerful? Is my Heavenly Demon Sword Dao powerful?"

"Li Mobei is just like this. If I were asked to draw the magic sword, I would definitely be able to pull it out smoothly. I just won't give me this opportunity now."

Thinking about the invincible self at the same level, he couldn't even squeeze in the top 20 Jiandao Conference, Liu Xiguang suddenly became even more angry? I felt that this Jiandao Conference was so trash!

Anyone who comes out of the top 20 cultivators except Li Mobei? If he can withstand my sword, I can swell my mouth on the spot!

The noise outside talk did not affect everyone in the magic circle. After the first female cultivator failed to draw the sword? The rest of the people went forward to draw the sword in order in order.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

The dark long sword is like a sacred mountain that has stood for thousands of years? The peerless powerful people who have no strength to pull the mountain and are so powerful that they can't pull it away. The people in the magic circle are only at the foundation-building stage. Their power is like a candle that shakes a tree when facing the divine sword. Not only can't shake it at all, but every time they draw the sword, they will be sucked away all their spiritual power, which is extremely mysterious.

Li Mobei stood at the end of the crowd, watching the people in front of him fail to draw their swords one after another, and his face showed a deep look of despair.

"It's impossible to pull it out. I've never encountered such an evil sword."

A failed monk shook his head and said powerlessly.

"At least, it cannot be done with the power of the Foundation Establishment Period."

"As soon as I grasped the hilt of the sword, I felt that all my spiritual power was sucked dry and squeezed out. Is this really a divine sword? I even suspected that it was an evil sword."

"Oh, let's not talk about it. Being able to get the qualification to draw a sword at least proves that I am a genius, which is an honor."

“…”

The words of the losers came into his ears, and a ray of enlightenment gradually appeared on Li Mobei's face.

Previously, he accepted the cheers of thousands of people to become the champion of the Kendo Conference, but he always felt strange that this champion was too easy and had no sense of difficulty or challenge at all.

He remembered that when he came down from the Cangqiong Sect that day, his master's purpose was to let him walk invincible paths and establish the invincible sword path.

Just now, Li Mobei was thinking, is it still an invincible road that can be completed so easily?

It was only now that Li Mobei suddenly realized that his invincible path had not been completed. Only by pulling out the magical sword in front of him, which was helpless, could he be considered a true invincible peer generation.

Soon, all the eighteen monks in front failed to draw their swords. Li Mobei made the final debut as the champion, and countless sights came overwhelmed by the sky.

Li Mobei turned around and looked at Lu Changhe. Lu Changhe was dazed because of the strange premonition in the dark. He suddenly met Li Mobei's gaze, and was stunned and subconsciously nodded to him.

Lu Changhe's nod, which fell into Li Mobei's eyes, made him overjoyed, and his whole body seemed to have been injected with some kind of power. He was excited and thought: "Master is encouraging me!"

"Master, I must do my best to pull out the magic sword and embark on a truly invincible road, and never let your expectations down!"

As soon as he thought of this, Li Mobei nodded firmly to Lu Changhe, then turned around and walked towards the Divine Sword.

"Master, Senior Brother is going to draw the magic sword!"

Chen Fan said, very excited, more excited than he would draw his sword by himself.

To be honest, Chen Fan really wants to try it on the stage. It doesn’t matter whether he can pull it out. It’s mainly because he can pretend to be big under the attention of everyone.

"I hope Senior Brother can succeed." Xia Yanqin said, and she also silently cheered Li Mobei in her heart.

Lu Changhe also thought about it at this time. If even Li Mobei couldn't draw out the magic sword, he would go on stage to try it. He chose to believe in the premonition in the dark. This feeling had never happened before and should not be aimless.

...

Li Mobei slowly walked to the dark sword and closed his eyes.

The scenes of the previous eighteen monks failing to draw their swords flashed through his mind one by one. Li Mobei understood that this time his opponent was not a human, but a sword, a mysterious and strange sword!

"A sword cultivator who has reached the second level of Wuji Sword Dao can achieve the sword of others as my sword. Even if he is unarmed, he can easily seize the enemy's sharp blade in one thought. All the magical weapons in the world will be my own. With a command, tens of thousands of swords will come to us..."

On that day, the master taught the sound of the great way of Wuji Sword and Dao, which resounded deeply in Li Mobei's mind, like the divine thunder in the sky, and Li Mobei quietly realized the essence of Wuji Sword and Dao.

This feeling is half a stick of incense.

Outside the magic circle, some of the more impatient monks could not stand up when they saw this and began to whisper.

"Is Li Mobei planning to accumulate strength? He has been a little bit long."

"I feel that there is no need to accumulate energy for so long. If he can't draw out the magic sword in the end, he will accumulate energy for three incense sticks to draw the sword for three seconds. How embarrassing..."

"Shut up your crow's mouth, Li Mobei has comprehended the Wuji Sword Way, and is the most hopeful person among all of us to draw the sword. The preliminary preparations will naturally be unique."

“…”

"Hmph! It's mysterious."

Liu Xiguang snorted coldly. She felt that Li Mobei was just pretending to behave. In order to attract more people to pay attention to him, he just drew a sword. How could he get so much brewing and accumulating energy?

Next to him, Lin Zhou was staring at Li Mobei. In just four days, Li Mobei left an indelible impression in his mind.

He wanted to see Li Mobei show his strength too much!

What he thought about was almost becoming his obsession!

"If you don't show your strength in front of me this time, then you will never show it!"

Lin Zhou thought viciously.

And at this time—

Li Mobei in front of Changjian finally opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, a snow-white sword light scattered out of his pupils.

"Buzz!"

Outside the magic circle, nearly one million monks' swords were all trembling and buzzing, as if the subjects met their king and were about to tremble and kneel down to worship.

"What's going on?"

Lin Zhou was surprised and puzzled. His sword was trembling too!

You are my sword! Why are you shaking?

Before Lin Zhou was too surprised, he saw Li Mobei reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword.

"Wuji Sword Dao, you are my master's sword, come out for me!"

Li Mobei roared, combined with the mystery of Wuji Sword Dao, he suddenly exerted his strength!

The extremely dazzling sword light burst out from the inside of the divine sword in an instant. The sword light flooded Li Mobei and made a loud "boom" sound like the sky collapsed and the ground collapsed. Then the entire Chang'an County seemed to have an earthquake, shaking violently.

"how so?!"

Outside the magic circle, countless monks were so shocked by the strong tremor of the earth that they stood unsteadily. They fell down in a large area and looked into the magic circle in horror.

I saw that the original position of the magic sword was completely submerged by the endless sword lights, and the light was surging, and Li Mobei's figure was completely unable to see clearly.

"Has the divine sword really been pulled out by Li Mobei!"

"I just say that Li Mobei, as the eldest disciple of Master Lu, will definitely be able to successfully draw out the magical sword!"

At this moment, Lin Zhou, Liu Xiguang and Liu Yanjun were filled with shocked expressions. They never expected that Li Mobei's sword drawing would be so tremendous!

The next moment.

"boom!"

Something seemed to explode in the magic circle, and a terrifying wave of air swept open. The magic circle arranged by the Supreme Emperor and the heads of the three immortal sects shattered under the impact of the air wave, and the strong wind whistled. Then, a large area of ​​thick lead clouds suddenly surged in the clear sky, and the sky and the earth were dark and depressed.

Accompanied by a "crack", blood rain poured down from the sky. The red blood was like a flood that broke through the dam, washing down towards Chang'an County. Every drop of blood rain was heard, and the sound of gods and demons cried, just like a demonic sound that made the scalp numb and frightened!

"Which magic sword is this? It's even more demonic than our demonic demon Zhuxian Sword!"

"Who can tell me what the origin of this sword is?!"

Lin Zhou was frightened. His whole body was stained with blood rain. The sound of gods and demons cried constantly echoed in his ears. He was trapped in endless fear, feeling that his heart was tightly held by a cold hand.

The blood was pouring out. At this moment, all the monks were poured into blood by the blood rain. They seemed to have come to the kingdom of hell. In front of them, they were red and red. The gods and demons were bleeding and the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.

Lu Changhe was shocked and looked at the terrifying scene in front of him with dark and bloody eyes. His mind was blank and he had no idea why the scene suddenly turned like this.

He did not get covered in blood rain like others. The blood rain itself has some spirituality. It is like avoiding Lu Changhe, which is like avoiding gods. It keeps a three-meter distance from him, and does not dare to splash on him at all. Therefore, Xia Yanqin and Chen Fan, who were standing next to Lu Changhe, were also protected from the blood rain.

"The elder brother is pulling the magic sword! It's so terrifying!"

Chen Fan gasped in shock and said in shock.
To be continued...