Chapter 2495: do not need you

Because of the entry of the sword elf, Murong felt that the black sword in his hand was much heavier. The sword soul that suits him would make the sword more flexible. The unsuitable sword soul would make a sharp sword become a blunt sword.
Murong Zhan's movement was slow, but he could not drive the sword elf out of the black sword. He could only continue to fight the white sword spirit with a heavy black sword.
The movement of the white sword spirit is very fast, and the trick is sharp, the sword method is something he has never seen before.
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A black and white pair of swords collided in the air, and Murong Zhan operated the spirit, which increased the power of the black sword.
The black sword does not seem to be a sharp sword. At first glance, it is thought to be an unremarkable iron sword, but with the white sword spirit in the air, the sword is smashed, although there is no sword soul, and it seems to have The sword is generally.
No, there is a sword elf in his black sword that doesn't work at all.
"Oh ah... why did you pull me out again!" With the appearance of the black sword, the sword elf was once again smashed out.
"You won!" The white sword spirit received the sword, indicating that Murong Chan deliberately passed his pass.
To have a sword soul, the first thing is to have a sword. The black sword of Murong Cham has enough swords.
The sword is light and erratic, and it can be seen that Murong Zhan has already understood how to use the sword.
Murong Zhan looked puzzled at the white sword, but he has disappeared.
"You see you, but fortunately I entered your sword, you can have such a powerful sword." The sword elf can't wait to come and invite.
"Don't just enter my sword." Murong Zhan said coldly, "You are not my sword soul."
The sword elf cried. "I think you are the master I have been waiting for for a long time. This black sword is very suitable for me."
"If it is suitable, you will not be ejected." Murong Chan thinks that his sword is rejecting the sword elf.
"That's because I haven't practiced yet. When I become a swordsman, I can integrate with your sword." The sword elf said seriously that it waited for so many years, only this sword fits its existence, previously... ... Although it does not remember how long ago, someone came to Jianshan, it also went into other people's swords, but it would feel uncomfortable and not suitable for it.
It’s hard to come across a sword that makes it feel comfortable, it must follow.
Murong Zhan shook his head and refused the sword elf. "I don't need you."
"You need mine." The sword elf just followed him. "You will encounter a lot of swordsmanship. It is not easy to go to Juggernaut, and there is only one Juggernaut in Jianshan."
"Can you still win those swordsmen?" Murong Zhan faintly asked.
The sword elf whipped up the gang, and the original round cheeks became more rounded, like a small white ball. "I just won't help you win the swordsman?"
Murong Zhan did not look at it even when he looked at it. He lifted his foot and went to the front.
It is only clear that this thing was smashed out by the sword, and it was that it won the sword for him.
"Hey, wait for me." The sword elf saw that Murong Zhan left and hurriedly chased him up. "You haven't told me, what is your name? We will get along well in the future, I can't even name you." I don't know, I said, you feel that you are familiar with it. It seems that you have seen you there. Have you ever been to Jianshan before, feed, don't go so fast, wait for me, there is a sword. Shanmen, it’s not so easy to get in..."
Murong Zhan put the sword spirit behind him, and he felt that it was too noisy.
The sword elf hurried to follow up. "Wait for me."
There is no white sword and soul, and there is a bridge above the pool. When Murong Zhan just got on the bridge, he has already reached the opposite side of the pool. There is a mountain gate in front of him, and a black man stands in front of the mountain gate.
"Wow!" The sword elf slammed behind the ink-filled Zhan Zhan, whispered, "This is the black sword soul, you may not be able to beat, let's go, don't go to the Juggernaut, you have me enough."

"I want to borrow it by the way, please borrow it." Murong Zhan handed a ceremonial ceremony, first ritual and then soldiers, he knows that he must play a game before he can enter.
"Please show your sword." The voice of the black sword spirit is low. He looks like a sword hidden in a scabbard. He can't see it at all.
The more you can't see it, the more you should be careful.
Murong Cham will not underestimate the enemy and clench his black sword.
"You... you really want to fight." The sword elf was nervous.
Two black figures have met in the air.
The sword of the black sword spirit is fierce, and the air seems to flow with his sword.
Swords and spirits!
Murong Zhan was shocked in his heart. He had never seen anyone who had the sword gas to such a point.
"Do you want me to help you?" asked the sword elf.
"A little farther away from me." Murong Zhan said coldly that this group of things would not increase his sword for him, only to make his sword gas unable to make it out.
The sword elf holds the body of the ink-filled sword. "Without me, you can't beat it."
"Roll!" Murong Zhan avoids a sword and wants to throw out the sword elves.
"I am helping you." The sword elf said with confidence.
Murong Chan thinks that the black sword is heavier than before. He can only use more spiritual power to infuse the black sword, and the sword is slightly hot.
boom--
The black sword soul’s sword is rushing into the stars, and it’s like the rainbow in the ink body.
Murong Chong only felt a pain in his palm, and he almost couldn’t hold the hilt.
A strong sword!
"There is no sword, no matter how you fit into the mountain!" said the black sword and soul.
Murong Zhan looked at the black sword soul and clenched the black sword in his hand.
"How do you know that I don't have swords!" He held the hilt in his hands and poured the spiritual power into the sword. His black sword had the momentum of Ling Tian. However, because the sword was holding a group of things, it looked weak. Minute.
I don't know if it is his illusion. When he filled the black sword with spiritual power, the sword elf seemed to absorb his spiritual power at the same time, and it disappeared into his sword again.
boom--
Swords and clouds, as if with anger to the mountains.
It is no less than the momentum of the sword.
The black sword soul stepped back a few steps, avoiding the ink of the ink-filled Zhan.
"Good swords!" said the black sword soul, and turned his face blankly, "Please come in."
Murong Zhan took back the black sword and handed a gift to the black sword soul.
Whether it is the white sword soul or the black sword soul in front of them, they did not hurt him, just trying to test his sword and sword.
It seems that going to Jianshan is a lot of tests.
When Murong Zhan walked into the mountain gate, he suddenly felt a little weird. When he looked around, he remembered that the group had not been thrown out this time.
Has it been integrated with his sword?
impossible! He already has a sword saint, how could he still accept another sword soul.
Moreover, it is just a sword elf that has not yet been cultivated.
Murong Chan gently bounced the sword, and the sword elf rolled down like a ball.
"Ah, it's so comfortable." The sword elf touched the round body and sighed awkwardly.
I haven't absorbed so much aura for a long time.