Looking at the eighteen strange runes, everyone could tell the truth, be surprised, and blurted out:

"The second-level divine sword! It turns out to be a top-level second-level divine sword!"

"Another pattern is the third-level magic sword!"

Chen Jiutao nodded and said, "I didn't expect that the first place was actually a second-level divine sword. The Ziyang Cliff Blessing Land is really a big deal!"

As Ye Qingshuang's beautiful eyes turned, a hint of envy flowed out, and with a strange look, he looked at Mo Bei: "This man always gives people surprises."

Ji Wubing was furious and stared at Mo Bei viciously, and said furiously: "How is it possible! I have broken through the third level one after another! Why am I not the first? It's unfair, that purple sword should be mine!"

He always thought that he was the fastest person to practice this time, and he was inevitably a little proud. But the current reality slapped him hard.

The grassroots disciple he has always looked down upon, that little bastard, has long surpassed him and become the first place!?

Ji Wubing couldn't accept it!

Huang Shiqi narrowed his eyes, flashed a cold light, staring at Ji Wubing: "If you are making noises, you will deprive you of the opportunity to get rewards and expel you from Ziyang Cliff!"

Hearing this, Ji Wubing gritted his teeth, his face turned black, and he stared at Mo Bei tightly.

"Forget it, let that kid be arrogant for a while, but the second place must be mine!" Ji Wubing thought in his heart.

But Mo Bei ignored his gaze and was now immersed in surprise. The moment he came into contact with the purple sword, Mo Bei suddenly felt a thought flashing out of thin air from his mind!

"Beichen Tiangang Sword!"

For some reason, Mo Bei blurted out and called out this name.

At this time, a second shadow fell from the sky again. After hovering over everyone's heads, it fell directly on Fang Luoyou!

After reading this, there are sixteen patterns in total! This is a mother sword, which can be fused with one sword or two swords can be fired together!

Two streams of shadows, one red and one black, are like spirituality, entangled and lingering, gradually condensed into substantial, three-foot spiritual sword, suspended in the void.

The red sword was crystal clear all over, and the sword body was filled with bright red light. It was even more dazzling than the Langya sword. You could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing. The ink sword was dark, surrounded by black air, showing a slight ferocious aura.

"Second place, Fang Luoyou!"

Chen Qingzhu stared at Fang Luoyou with big watery eyes wide open and said in surprise: "Brother Luoyou, it turns out to be the second place! Wow, what a beautiful flying sword, I want it too!"

Long Haotian grinned and said in surprise: "No, Lao Fang. You are actually the second place, and you are actually hiding your strength!"

Fang Luoyou held the black sword, his face full of joy, and a smile appeared as his eyes circulated.

"Not bad, Haodang Mo Yan Sword, second-level divine sword. Although the quality is slightly worse than that of Mo Bei, it is also considered to be the best among the second-level divine swords!"

The top one and two appeared. While everyone was envious, they were all thinking about guessing whether the third place would be themselves.

Ji Wubing clenched his fists hard, his teeth almost shattered, and he looked at Fang Luoyou resentfully, feeling furious.

"I thought it was the first place. Even if the first place was snatched away by that kid, the second place should be mine!"

"How is that possible! I have clearly broken through the third level one after another! Fang Luoyou, what can compare to me! How could the second place beside me!"

Ji Wubing was about to vomit blood, his nails were about to pinch his skin, and his chest was fluctuating violently.

"Even if the first and second place are not mine, the third place should be mine!" Ji Wubing's eyes widened, his eyes were so angry that he was panting, and his murderous eyes stared at everyone: "Let me see, who can still compete with me!"

Soon, the third ray of light began to land. Under the gaze of the crowd, it slowly fell towards Ji Wubing.

"It turns out it's Ji Wubing," Wang Lie nodded and said, "It's possible, after all, he is one of the four geniuses, and he has broken through the third level in succession."

Chen Jiutao nodded and said, "Ji Wubing is quite capable."

Chen Qingzhu pouted her little mouth, and her pretty face was full of displeasure.

Listening to everyone's words, seeing the glow slowly falling towards him, Ji Wubing's anger slowly dissipated a little.

"Hmph, my talent is comparable to that of you guys?" Ji Wubing thought secretly and curled his lips: "The reward for the third place should not be much different from the reward for the first place, right?"

He was thinking happily.

Suddenly—

The ray of glow in the sky suddenly slowed down and suddenly stagnated in the void. Then, in full view of everyone, changed direction and landed towards Ye Qingshuang, completely covering Ye Qingshuang.

The colorful splatter fell into the palm of her hand and gradually condensed into shape, turning into a small ice-blue sword that was shining brightly, translucent, as dazzling as crystal. There were fifteen patterns in it. The light blue light flowed, showing a cold temperament.

The second-level divine sword Langya Tianxing Sword!

"this!?"

Everyone's eyes widened, their mouths twitched, and they were puzzled.

"What's going on? That light originally wanted to land on Ji Wubing, but why did it suddenly change its direction?"

Everyone doesn't understand why.

Ye Qingshuang was also slightly stunned, and a look of surprise appeared on her frosty cheeks.

Ji Wubing's expression froze at first, then his face showed surprise, and finally he was full of anger, his face turned dark, and he said angrily: "What's going on! You're cheating! Ye Qingshuang obviously grew faster than my strength, which is obvious to everyone!"

"Make a cheat!" Ji Wubing roared like crazy, venting his anger: "The third place should be mine!"

Huang Shiqi was also slightly stunned, showing surprise, and shook his head in secret and said to himself: "Strange, this is the first time I have encountered such a thing."

Just as he was wondering, a divine thought suddenly came into Huang Shiqi's mind.

Huang Shiqi immediately raised his eyebrows and looked at the angry Ji Wubing again. A disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said coldly:

"Ji Wubing was originally the third place. However, because he was rude, he openly insulted the Ziyang Cliff, the blessed land of Taixu Sect! Now he has been deprived of the qualification and reward of the third place by Ziyang Cliff, and replaced by the fourth place, Ye Qingshuang."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was uproared, looking at Ji Wubing, who was in a daze with a strange expression, showing a mocking and gloating expression.

"Hahaha. If you don't commit suicide, you won't die!" Long Haotian laughed so hard that he fell back and forth, and tears were almost coming out, and he said sarcastically: "I deserve it! I really like it!"

Chen Qingzhu burst out laughing, and the beauty smiled charmingly. She pursed her cherry lips, and a light dimpled on her cheeks, and she spitted out her small tongue playfully. She said with a smile: "Brother Ji Wubing, disaster comes from her mouth."

Mo Bei and Fang Luoyou couldn't help laughing, and he was amused, and he felt so happy.

After hearing Huang Shiqi's words, Ji Wubing's face turned red from red to blue and then turned white. He was extremely embarrassed.

His lungs were so angry that he was about to explode, and his intestines were regretful, and he wanted to slap himself twice.

"I'm so fucking dirty. If I hadn't been talking a little bit before, I was so angry that the magic sword would be my own!"

"This time, I hope that Ji Wubing can have a memory."

Fang Luoyou sighed slightly, withdrew his eyes. He looked at Mo Bei and said, "Today you have proved your strength again. If Ji Wubing still ignorant of raising her, he would be asking for death by himself."

"Beichen Tiangang Sword, it is a second-level top divine sword!" Long Haotian looked at Mo Bei enviously and excitedly, clenching his fists tightly: "Boss is amazing! But..."

Long Haotian changed his tone and then said, "What is the difference between that second-level divine sword and the long sword we are using now?"

Fang Luoyou smiled and took over the conversation, saying, "Haha, the magic sword is very different from the sword we use."

As he said that, Fang Luoyou shook the folding fan and continued, "In our hands, we are the special magic weapon distributed by Taixu Sect, and it is the lowest-level first-level magic weapon."

"And that magic sword is also a magic weapon. But!"

Fang Luoyou paused, and was silent for a moment before his eyes flashed: "The Divine Sword is a flying sword. Once he entered the late stage of Qi Refining, he practiced the sword control technique and exerted the power, it is unimaginable!"

"Sword Control? What kind of sword technique is sword control?" Long Haotian asked inexplicably and puzzledly.

"Ha ha,"

Huang Shiqi took over the conversation at this moment and said kindly: "Did you see that some inner disciples are flying with swords, coming and going without a trace?"

"See you!" Long Haotian nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, his face full of envy: "Those senior disciples are so powerful, they can fly around!"

When cultivating immortals, who doesn’t want to be able to fly around, that is the real cultivator!

And now they are just cultivators!

Long Haotian suddenly thought of something, widened his eyes, and said in surprise: "Are you saying that after practicing sword control, you can control the magic sword and fly with the sword!"

"You guy is not stupid yet! Haha." Fang Luoyou laughed: "A normal long sword is ordinary iron, controlled by force. The divine sword can share the same consciousness as the cultivator. The divine sword can be controlled by the divine consciousness. With a thought, the divine sword can go to heaven and earth and kill monsters a hundred feet away!"

"This is the essential difference between the ordinary long sword in our hands and the divine sword!" Fang Luoyou said loudly.

Long Haotian was so excited that he heard it.

"You can kill the enemy a hundred feet away, and you don't even need to do anything. You just need to control the magic sword. With a thought, the enemy will be killed by yourself and killed with one sword!" Long Haotian murmured to himself, his eyes filled with longing and envy.

His eyes were fanatical and he yearned for it: "That is the real immortal cultivator, the real immortal cultivator!"

"And," Fang Luoyou continued to add: "The divine sword is a Taoist pattern composed of the forbidden system of heaven and earth, so that people and swords can be integrated. The same person's same sword technique can be used with ordinary long swords and divine swords, and the power is several times different!"

"The first-level divine sword contains nine patterns, which is the strongest, and ten patterns contain ten patterns, which is the second-level divine sword. The strongest is the eighteen patterns, and the nineteen patterns are the third-level divine sword, and so on!

Finally, the most important thing is that the sword spirit of my Taixu Sect must be merged with the spiritual beast and the level-level divine sword before it can be born!"

Fang Luoyou smiled slightly, looked at Long Haotian who was already shocked and fell into a dull state, and said slowly: "Now, do you know the power of the Divine Sword?"

"I know, I know, I know!" Long Haotian's heart was shocked, his heart beat faster, and his face flushed: "What a powerful magic sword!"

"If I had a second-level magic sword, I would be afraid of that silver mountain ape! I'm sure I'll kill that little monkey without leaving any armor, and it's no problem to fight a group of people alone!"
Chapter completed!