There’s Something Wrong With This Account Chapter 124: [Sword of Checkmate]

The sound of the sword chirping near the sword's energy spread throughout the entire Demon Sect, and no matter whose sword it was, it trembled fiercely.

Even the wooden hairpin stuck in the second senior sister's hair trembled undetectably.

Second Sister stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the wooden hairpin, seeming to be righting it. Under her touch, the wooden hairpin quickly calmed down.

The first peak of the Demon Sect, Shen Yan and others have long been gathered together. Lin Chan is their junior sister and a natural born swordsman. They naturally couldn't help but pay attention.

Of course, to open a gambling game.

After hearing the sound of the sword chirping, everyone's complexion changed drastically. Shen Yan took the lead and flew towards Zang Mountain. The five quickly arrived at the foot of the Zang Mountain.

"Uncle San." Everyone saluted Zhuge Laifu who was waiting for Lin Chan at the bottom of the mountain.

Zhuge Laifu nodded. Like everyone else, he was looking up at the top of Tibetan Mountain.

With their strength, the dense fog on the Tibetan Mountain may be able to block the line of sight, but it definitely cannot block their spiritual perception.

They could sense that the sword qi on the top of the mountain was making sword sounds constantly. It seemed a bit urgent, and there was a slight dissatisfaction in the urgent.

The sound of the sword sound continued for a few more breaths, and then it fell silent.

How should I put it, Jian Qi Jin seemed to be restrained, after making a few sword sounds to remind Lin Chan, he quickly chose to be quiet.

It has its own shelf, its posture is high, and it's a bit holding.

I don't know why, it seems to have taken a fancy to Lin Chan, and chose her for an unprecedented time, wanting her to take herself away from Tibet.

He waited and waited at the top of the mountain, waiting for Lin Chan to reach the top of the mountain.

At that time, it will float in the air to examine her first, and after setting the shelf full, it will tremble slightly to show its approval of her. Then, with her expression on her face, she left Tibet with her.

But what it didn't expect was that Lin Chan actually stopped at the spirit sword!

What the **** is this!

In fact, even Shen Yan and others were surprised.

They didn't think they could take away the sword energy before, they hoped that Lin Chan would take away [Ding Fengbo]. That is the sword of a few of them, the big sister they respect!

But Lin Chan didn’t seem to have the intention to continue climbing. She walked directly to the broken sword. She stopped walking until the sword became nearly exhausted, and then looked suspiciously towards the top of the mountain. Glanced.

The little face has big doubts.

She seemed to be wondering, how could a sword scream so loudly?

"It... its voice is so loud!" Lin Chan said in his heart.

The sudden sound of the sword sound just now was tantamount to thunder on the ground. The intensity of this sound was like thunder, which made the timid Lin Chan directly startled. The thin and small body was fierce. The ground trembled.

On the contrary, the broken sword in front of me still looks like a gossamer, as if it would "die" at any time.

It is like an old man in a dying year, lying on the sickbed, the vibrations and the weak sound of swords that just hit Lin Chan, can be regarded as a glorious reflection.

Lin Chan felt as if he could feel its emotions. It was not begging for anything, but...somewhat unwilling?

Yes, it is unwilling.

Now Lin Chan faces two choices.

One is the broken sword in front of her, a lingering sword.

The second is the sword spirit suspended on the top of the mountain, a spirited sword.

The two seem to be two extremes!

At the sound of the sword sound, all the swords on the Tibetan mountain became quiet, seeming to succumb to the **** of the sword.

That [Ding Fengbo] also chose Quiet, because it is Yan Shu's sword, and Yan Shu is Yan Li's first disciple, and its close relationship with Jian Qi is different from other swords.

Only this broken sword is still making a weak call, conveying his will.

It's not reconciled!

It's really not reconciled!

I just don't know if it is unwilling to die just now, or unwilling to other things.

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Back mountain, cave.

Lu Xun frowned slightly as he listened to Cat Nan Bei's description.

"Broken Sword? Where did Broken Sword come from?" he couldn't help saying.

It was actually only a few months since he last climbed the mountain.

He remembered clearly that when he was climbing, there was no such broken sword on the mountain.

The Broken Sword is too special. If it were on the mountain at that time, Lu Xun would have noticed it at a glance.

It's as if a severely disabled person suddenly appeared in a row of able-bodied people. It was too obvious.

The weirdest thing is that even if this sword is broken, even if the sword spirit is dying, it still has the level of a top-grade spirit sword, then, before it is intact, it is at least a fairy sword, at least a purple level!

During the period of the Demon Sect, has any practitioner who possessed a purple-level fairy sword died?

Not really!

Where did this extra sword come from?

All this reveals a trace of weirdness, and I always feel that there is something hidden in it!

Lu Xun asked in a low voice: "Did Xiao Chan'er still not continue climbing?"

"No." The cat's small expressions became serious.

That's the sword energy! The mountain was raised to the extreme sword energy by the master's sword cultivation technique!

"Why is she still hesitating, she's really anxious!" The sitting cat Nan Bei couldn't help stomping his feet, but because he was too short and his legs were too short, he just stomped in the air, which seemed a bit funny lovely.

On the contrary, after thinking for a moment, Lu Xun took a deep breath and said: "Xiao Chan'er is born with a sword. She has a very sensitive perception of swords. Maybe she sees something we can't see. "

"Little Junior Brother! That's the sword energy!" The cat stared at her cat's eyes wide, his ears stood straight and his face was serious.

"I know, but it's better to follow Xiao Chan'er's own heart. She likes it." Lu Xun said: "What's more, she is the only one who can make decisions on the Tibetan mountain."

Lu Xun actually asked himself a moment ago, if Lin Chan took that broken sword, what emotion would I be?

He felt that he would be lost for a while, but he wouldn't be angry or dissatisfied.

This little mute has already suffered so much, and Lu Xun, as her master, hopes that she will be able to live happily in the following days.

After this time of getting along, he loved her from the bottom of his heart.

She wants this broken sword, then take it!

Isn’t it just getting a little less quest rewards, just wait for the public beta and then double the pits on the sand sculpture players. What’s the big deal?

As for the sword gas...you put on a stinky fart! Your wife ran away with Lao Tzu, and you still have a bad face! What are you arrogant! Also pose!

By the way, he also warned himself: "Wait later, if Xiao Chan'er chooses Broken Sword, when she comes back, I must pretend to be very satisfied, and don't hit her. Then the expression must be in place. To come up with an actor-level level, this little girl is actually delicate!"

After completing the mental construction, Lu Xun sat with Cat Nan Bei and waited for Lin Chan's choice.

And Lin Chan on the Tibetan Mountain quickly made his own decision!

She took another look at the top of the mountain, then resolutely squatted forward and took a step forward, reaching for the broken sword.

This lingering broken sword reminded her of her grandfather before her death.

Grandpa was lying on the sickbed at that time, with a sigh of relief in his mouth, looking at himself weakly, and constantly muttering: "I dare not die, I dare not die..."

He is worried about his mute granddaughter, so even if only a breath is left, he is fighting.

This broken sword is also fighting.

It's just that manpower is sometimes poor, and grandpa died after all.

But this sword is different.

Lin Chan has an instinct, he seems...can help him?

She didn't forget what the beautiful master said. Just now when the sword qi sounded like a sword sound, she relied on the peculiarity of her natural sword fetus and felt it carefully.

Then she made her own judgment:

——This broken sword, if it is not too weak now, is definitely not worse than the sword on the top of the mountain!

She thinks this broken sword is the best sword on the mountain!

Although Jian Qijin is very arrogant, Lin Chan is always a polite child, just like when she rejected other magic weapons earlier, she also bowed slightly towards the top of the mountain, expressed her apology, and then held it directly. Live the hilt of Broken Sword!

A white light enveloped her and teleported her out.

The sword aura on the top of the mountain is obviously stunned~IndoMTL.com~ once again made a sound of a sword cry, which seemed a little frustrated.

I didn't choose me! ? You didn't choose me! ?

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Ke Lin Chan has been teleported to the foot of the mountain.

The white light flickered and Lin Chan's thin figure emerged, her thin arm tightly holding the broken sword.

In the wooden house at the foot of the Tibetan Mountain, the dumb old man did not walk out of the wooden house. He had a smile of relief on his face, and then slowly bent over, bowed deeply in the direction of Lin Chan, and went. A big gift, and did not get up.

On the top of Houshan, a gentleman in white stands outside the small study, looking up at the white clouds in the sky, with a faint smile on his face, and...

——Deep recollection.

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