I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

They fought fiercely against Duan Chen, Bu Jian Jun, and Fei Xian Jian, while Han Shuang Jian and Duan Shui Jian clashed. The most bizarre of them all was Bu Jian Jun and Fei Xian Jian.

They both share the same sword master, so what are they fighting about?

From the moment we met, it was a life-or-death struggle.

Mingxuan shook the dice mysteriously, "Come on, place your bets! Place your bets now!"

"Six sword spirits are fighting each other, who are you going to bet on?"

"Where did you get this?"

"It's in the mustard seed bag. I probably took it when I was cleaning up after playing the game." Mingxuan waved his hand, signaling them all to look over. "Come on, stop talking nonsense, one spirit stone is the starting point. Place your bets! I'm betting on Duan Chen and Bu Jian Jun."

Si Miaoyan's voice was soft as she smiled: "So you people only carry essential items in your mustard seed bags, and put everything else inside?"

She paused for a moment, then said, "I'll bet on the Frost Sword."

After all, she was the only female sword spirit present.

Dan Xiu doesn't know much about swords, and neither does Ming Xuan. He's just talking nonsense. Among these swords, the eldest brother's sword is the most mysterious, and the sword that is never seen has the biggest background.

"Stop the water flow." Chu Xingzhi threw down two spirit stones without hesitation.

"Anyone with eyes can see that Cutting Water is the strongest."

"Then you wait and see if Duan Chen will teach him a lesson next." Ming Xuan raised an eyebrow.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared. Ye Qiao only felt that this group of people was very noisy. The thunderbolts fell straight down, and the dense pressure in the air was terrifying. She sighed slowly, suddenly looked up at the air for a few seconds, and then threw the Jinghong Sword into the air. It was the only thunder-type among all the spiritual swords.

One can conveniently borrow the heavenly lightning to temper the sword's blade.

"Ye Qiao really wants to take advantage of every resource," Cheng Fengzong murmured. "To be honest, this kid's stingy spirit is quite admirable."

Qin Fanfan glared at him and snorted coldly. Of course, the wealthy and powerful Chengfeng Sect didn't understand the suffering of their Changming Sect.

They have a talent in the cultivation world that can squeeze every last drop of existing resources.

The saying "poverty makes people progress" is indeed true.

"I think..." The sect leader of the Azure Water Sect quickly reflected on himself, "Have we been too generous to these disciples?" As a result, the other disciples did not think as quickly as Ye Qiao?

Qin Fanfan thought for a moment, "From now on, anyone who dares to violate the sect rules will have their spirit stones deducted!" Anyway, Changming Sect doesn't have spirit stones, and the disciples treat the sect rules as nothing, so this suggestion he made was just empty talk.

The Sword Inquiry Sect found this reasonable and exclaimed, "Brilliant!"

This can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Unaware that the spirit stones had been secretly withheld, the disciples were placing bets with great enthusiasm, with Duan Chen and Duan Shui being the most popular choices.

A sword that can cut through water, a sword that can cut through dust.

One is renowned, the other is equally famous as the head of the family, known for his swordsmanship.

"Poor junior sister," Xue Yu said with pity, glancing at Ye Qiao who was still enduring the blows.

The others were uninterested in the chaotic battle among the sword spirits; the only ones truly interested were the sword cultivators. What was originally a cleanup of the battlefield had completely turned into a second battlefield, with various lights converging and one-on-one duels taking place.

The flames of the Chaoxi Sword spread rapidly, forming four walls of fire that blocked Duan Chen's path. Duan Chen was a wind-attribute sword spirit, and he would only be on the defensive against such a fire-attribute sword spirit.

Duan Chen retreated, and a white, invisible wind silently swept behind Chao Xi's sword. He controlled the surrounding wind, and suddenly a wind blade was placed across his neck. Chao Xi sensed the danger and retreated immediately. Flames enveloped his fist, and he wanted to fight Duan Chen in close combat.

However, no matter how he dodged and weaved, he couldn't escape the omnipresent wind.

Not only did they not encounter Duan Chen, but they were also scratched by the wind blade. Chao Xi wanted to chase after him, but was pulled back by a single sentence from his own sword master.

"We lost." Mu Chongxi sighed, pouring cold water on his own sword spirit, "You can't beat Duan Chen."

Whether it's close combat or anything else.

It's reasonable for Duan Chen to be strong, after all, he has seen countless powerful figures and fought with countless sword spirits through the generations of family heads. Don't be fooled by his slow pace, he knows far more moves than the naive and innocent Chao Xi.

For the warlike spirit swordsmen, the gathering of so many transformed sword spirits inevitably leads to a fight.

Duan Chen never participates in such battles, but some sword spirits are not prepared to let him go, such as Duan Shui Jian, a warmonger like Ye Qing Han.

Without giving Duan Chen any chance to react, they attacked immediately. Duan Chen glanced at his opponent without much emotion, then gathered his sword energy and chose to fight.

The exchange between the two sword spirits was observed by the sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect, who commented indifferently, "These swords are almost all no match for Duan Chen."

Duan Chen, this kind of sword spirit, is the most unpredictable. Its attributes are unknown, and going head-to-head with it will only result in being countered.

The technique of using softness to overcome hardness is used very well. Water and land have many different forms. One of the two sword spirits is unpredictable, and the other is elusive. Neither of them can do anything to the other.

"Then why don't you come?" Xie Chuxue asked curiously.

"The killing intent is too strong. It's clearly not a sword spirit from the orthodox Sword Cave." The Sword Inquiry Sect Master spoke coldly. "Their methods are also too ruthless. We'll only know how strong this sword spirit is after we fight them."

Xie Chuxue exclaimed and began to chatter on: "You talk as if your sword spirit isn't ruthless. It's terrifying, terrifying! If Han Shuang hadn't dodged quickly, her neck would have been snapped, right? You Sword Inquiry Sect members are all just as dark-hearted as you think."

The sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect ignored his sarcastic remarks. Watching the battle between Duan Shui and Duan Chen, he vaguely discerned the trend. "Duan Chen is good at speed and wind. If they fight seriously, Duan Shui will definitely be at a disadvantage." His assessment was very objective.

It's just that Duan Chen, the sword spirit, has such a strange personality, which explains why his way of getting along with Zhou Xingyun is so unique.

This is the first time I've ever seen a sword spirit and a sword master looking down on each other.

After the sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect finished speaking, he looked at the group of sword spirits on the field. None of them could restrain Duan Chen. He couldn't help but say, "I do remember that the Shadow Strike Sword that Ye Qiao brought out from the Sword Cave could compete with Zhou Xingyun's sword spirit."

"Shadow Strike and Dust Breaker are both sword spirits that belong to the speed category."

Hearing this, Zhou Xingyun, who was standing nearby, paused for a moment, then his usually dull and expressionless tone revealed genuine confusion, "Speed ​​type? Relying on what? Relying on his tone of voice that's slower than a tortoise's?"

Duan Chen realized he was being insulted, and while dodging the sudden attack of the water, he said in a low voice, "Even if I'm slow, I'm still better than you. You probably can't even be bothered to move, can you?"

Zhou Xingyun: "?"

As the two were exchanging barbs, Duan Shui relentlessly pursued them once again, the water flowing like a blade of light, radiating a chilling aura, aimed straight at their vitals.

Duan Chen's light gray eyes showed little emotion. He seemed somewhat annoyed. The wind around him silently created a dense network of cracks, and with a speed that no one could react to, he forced Duan Shui to his spot and knocked him to the ground with a single blow.

"Awesome!! Awooooo Dustbreaker." Chaoxi Sword perked up. In the melee between sword spirits, it was basically impossible to distinguish friend from foe, but he was particularly averse to Duanshui, probably because of their incompatible attributes.

"Frost." Xie Chuxue tilted her head, gesturing for her to come over. "See Chaoxi? Go, right now, give him a sword strike."

Han Shuang paused for a moment, then said "oh" expressionlessly and obediently did as instructed.

The ice crystals solidified and were flung towards the location of the Morning and Evening Sword with two quick movements, before all of them embedded themselves in the solid ground.

"Holy crap!" Chao Xi jolted, transforming into a figure to dodge Han Shuang's sudden attack, yelling, "You can't come after me just because I like the Flying Immortal Sword, can you?"

As Han Shuang raised her hand, several light blue sword shadows appeared, clearly ready to strike.

"What about Frost and Dawn? Strictly speaking, these two sword spirit attributes do not have a restraining relationship."

When these two sword spirits fight, it all comes down to who is stronger.

The sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect pointed at the two sword spirits, one red and one blue, entangled in mid-air, "It is still unknown which of the two has a better chance of winning."

The standoff between Duan Shui and Duan Chen continued. After Duan Chen knocked down the sword spirit, Duan Shui, no fool either, reacted quickly and returned the terrifying attack, destroying everything around the two sword spirits.

Rather than cleaning up the battlefield, these sword spirits seemed to be waging World War II.

Duan Shui condensed water into a blade at his fingertips, which made a crisp collision sound with the sharp wind blade. His eyes turned cold, and the water flow dispersed, turning into broken water droplets that penetrated the wind and crushed heavily towards Duan Chen.

……

Without noticing Duan Chen and Duan Shui's relentless fight, Jun frowned and gripped the Flying Immortal Sword tightly, which was unusually trying to break free. "Are you crazy?"

The boy instinctively gripped the sword tighter.

Turning his head, he saw Duan Chen being forced to dodge around by Ye Qinghan's sword spirit. He couldn't help but feel a little frantic. What the hell?

These past two days have been quite lively.

Various sword spirits took turns fighting, but only Bujianjun and Feixianjian remained steadfast in their "love" for each other, resulting in a fierce and intense battle. During the fight, Feixianjian was repeatedly trampled to the ground by the uncouth Bujianjun.

At this moment, the Flying Immortal Sword suddenly started to break free wildly, seemingly trying to do something.

Jun tried to stop her from going crazy, but he couldn't stop her no matter what he did, so he could only let go and say, "Fine, fine, go play by yourself."

He didn't want to waste any more time with the Flying Immortal Sword. Seeing that Duan Chen and Duan Shui were still engaged in a back-and-forth chase, the boy's voice was clear and light, "I'll fight him."

You like to change, right? He can change too.

Duan Chen had long wanted to get rid of this battle maniac. When he saw Bujian Jun take over, he immediately retreated to an inconspicuous place, which could be described as very Zen.

The form of the Unseen Lord is diverse, and the black mist can completely counter the moves of the Water-Severing One. Both are quite skilled; one is the Demon Lord's sword spirit, and the other has fought against countless powerful beings.

This guy, who refuses to meet you, is insidious and shameless!

They resorted to all sorts of underhanded sneak attacks.

Duan Shui stared at him coldly, "Who taught you these underhanded sneak attack techniques?"

"I learned it from the Demon Lord." He said confidently, his lips curling down in a cold sneer, fully displaying his contempt for the Demon Lords of the past. "That group of old, unwashed guys are only good for this much."

"The Demon Lord?" Duan Shui, sensing the ominous aura emanating from him, scoffed coldly, "Are you the Demon Lord's sword?"

Seeing this, he asked in surprise, "What do you think?"

He admitted it so readily that the sect leaders exchanged bewildered glances, and even the sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect, who had previously mocked the Unseen Ruler, fell silent for a moment.

Then Qin Fanfan broke the silence, turning to look at the group of disciples, "This black stick has such a background?"

One fright after another.

"...We thought you already knew?" Xue Yu lowered his head guiltily.

Qin Fanfan was shocked. He was about to cause a scene. No one had ever told him that Ye Qiao, this black stick, was actually the Demon Lord's sword!