Miss Eight Series Summoner

"Axi, what's the matter, you are afraid that there is a problem with this sword." Bailigu Youxue asked tentatively.

"Yes, Youxue, don't you know that we used a lot of effort, but we did not expect that the last thing we got was a fake sword. From then on, Jin Jiaye and I paid special attention. To prevent unnecessary losses."

"According to this, you have experience in distinguishing serious and fake swords. Why don't you come and see if this sword is real or fake." Si Jiayi suggested.

"Go, go and see." Jin Jiaye pulled Fengxi and walked to the resentful spirit sword.

"The fake sword I encountered last time didn't have such a bright light, nor did it have such a heavy cold..." Jin Jiaye looked at the resentful spirit sword carefully.

"Yes, and it takes a lot of strength to pull this sword completely out of the stone." Feng Jiu echoed aside.

Pharaoh was curious and wanted to reach out to touch the resentful spirit sword, but at the moment he touched the edge of the sword, he quickly withdrew his hand. "Oh my God, it hurts..." The icy chill pricked his finger like a needle and caught him off guard.

"It's okay, who asked you to move it." Feng Xi was angry and distressed.

In order to prevent Feng Xi from worrying, Pharaoh squeezed a smile and said, "Senior Sister, look, I'm fine, isn't I just to remind everyone."

Feng Xi gave him an angry look.

"Axi, try your long whip, coupled with the fire element, it is estimated that it can resist its cold and pull it out." Bailigu Youxue said excitedly.

"Okay, I'll try it!" Feng Xi drew out his long whip and waved it in the air a few times, "It's been a long time, and my hands are a little rusty."

Feng Xi quickly threw the fire element on the whip, and the whip instantly turned into a fire whip. Then, Feng Xi wrapped the resentful spirit sword with the fire whip and yanked it abruptly. But the resentful spirit sword still stood firmly in the stone.

"Why not..." Pharaoh and Feng Jiu discussed.

"I don't know, maybe it's not enough power."

"Let me help you!" As he said, Jin Jiaye stood behind Fengxi and helped her pull together.

"Let's help too." Bailigu Youxue rushed up with everyone.

The six people joined forces, and the resentful spirit sword seemed to move.

"Move, come on." Feng Xi shouted happily.

"it is good!"

"Boom..." With a loud noise, the stone that fixed the resentful spirit sword shattered. Because of inertia, everyone lost their balance and fell to the ground.

"Everyone is okay?" Jin Jiaye stood up, walked straight over, and helped Fengxi first.

"It's okay..." Each helped each other and stood up.

"Boom..." With a loud noise, the stone that fixed the resentful spirit sword shattered. Because of inertia, everyone lost their balance and fell to the ground.

"Everyone is okay?" Jin Jiaye stood up, walked straight over, and helped Fengxi first.

"It's okay..." Each helped each other and stood up.

"Resentful Spirit Sword!" Feng Xi looked around, but did not see the resentful Spirit Sword that just flew out.

"Perhaps over there, don't worry, let's go and see!" Bailigu Youxue said relievedly.

A group of people came to the other side of the jungle.

"Let's find it separately..."

"No, I know where the resentful spirit sword is." Feng Xi interrupted Jin Jiaye and took a few steps deep into the jungle.

Sure enough, aside the dense weeds, everyone saw the windy whip and the resentful spirit sword that was tightly pulled by the whip.