After pondering for a moment, his peripheral vision swept across the ravine filled with clouds and mist. A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Qin Yao's mind. He silently increased the power instilled in the Sky Eye and looked down into the depths of the ravine. Sure enough, he saw a cyan stick at the bottom of the ravine.

A Guandao with a long handle and a golden dragon head spitting out a green-black blade.

In the original work, Xiao Xiami once said that this sword was once used by the martial sage Guan Yu, so it is most likely the legendary Qinglong Yanyue sword, also called the cold saw...

Qin Yao stretched out his right hand towards the sword, and a whirlpool of spiritual energy suddenly appeared in his palm. The vortex continued to rotate and released a strong suction force, sucking in countless clouds and mist, covering most of his body, but the long sword in the ravine

The knife never moved.

"call……"

Qin Yao let out a gentle breath, and his strong body suddenly rose up from the ground, then fell lightly towards the ravine, and landed silently in front of the shelf with the sword.

"Peng."

Qin Yao raised his palm and gently patted the long blue handle of the Yanyue knife, making a dull sound, and then clasped the handle of the knife with his five fingers.

"Don't waste your efforts. This Seven-Star Crescent Moon Sword is a divine weapon of the Martial Saint. Only a hero with a pure Yang body, or a brave and righteous hero can lift it. Otherwise, wouldn't it be an insult to the Martial Saint?" In mid-air,

The silver-haired old man who was fighting a fierce battle with the demon glanced at the ravine and sneered repeatedly.

Qin Yao frowned and exerted force with his right arm, only to find that the knife seemed to be welded to the shelf, and seemed to be locked with the earth. No matter how much force he used, he could not lift it.

"How about it, am I right?"

The silver-haired old man controlled the vines and beat away many powerful enemies again and again, like a terrifying octopus waving its tentacles.

Qin Yao couldn't understand why Xiao Hai and Ah Chu could carry the sword and run away in the original work, but why he couldn't lift it anyway.

With a change of thought, he controlled the spiritual energy from the large hole in his body to rush towards the blade. Strangely, this spiritual energy did not encounter any obstacles and was easily injected into the handle of the knife.

Somewhere in the dark, he felt as if there was a connection between himself and this magical sword, maybe because of his own spiritual energy in the blade.

He bent his arms and raised his hands again. As if he didn't use much force, he picked up the seemingly heavy long knife and easily raised it above his head.

In mid-air, the silver-haired old man was slightly distracted when he saw this scene. The next second, Xiaoxia, who had a blue light on his hand, broke through to him and slapped him hard on the chest with his palm.

With a loud bang, the old man's body fell uncontrollably, creating a deep pit in the ground with two forces.

"Cough cough, cough cough."

The silver-haired old man coughed twice, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, struggled to stand up from the pit, and looked into the depths of the ravine with disbelief: "You, how could you possibly be able to pick up the Martial Saint Divine Sword?"

?”

Qin Yao jumped into the air and landed slowly in front of him. He said indifferently: "This shows that this magic sword is more discerning than you!"

Silver-haired old man: "..."

"What else do you have to say now?" Qin Yao held the handle of the knife, placed the Seven-Star Yanyue Knife on the old man's neck, and said coldly.

The silver-haired old man's expression changed for a while, and finally he took a deep breath: "The Master of the Magic Sword, my mission has been completed, what else can I say?

If you have to say something, please don’t do evil things with this sword, so as not to bring shame to the Martial Saint!"


Chapter completed!