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Chapter 1943 Grab the Knife! (Part 3)
The sword is like the king of rulers!
Once born, the coercion that emanates spreads at an astonishing speed, making the originally dark sky a little more oppressive under the illumination of the magic knife, and even makes people breathless.

Although all the 'Phantom Qi' in the Magic Sword was completely absorbed by Qin Yang, its power was reduced a bit.

But, after all, he was the number one magic weapon ever!Even if its power is only half left, it is enough to make most immortals tremble and look down on other magic weapons!

At this moment, Qin Yang still closed his eyes tightly, standing alone.

The injuries on his body have recovered, and the two strands of "Phantom Demon Qi" in his body are frantically entangled and condensed, and are gradually being cast into a sword soul in his dantian.

Although Qin Yang's mind was once occupied by phantom energy, and there were layers of illusions, but with his perseverance and immortality, he finally successfully absorbed the phantom energy and condensed it into a sword soul.

Regardless of whether it was a chance or not, at least Qin Yang's way of fighting for his life was something that no one else could do.

"Sure enough, this kid is the only one in the world who can make the magic knife merge into one."

Looking at the giant knife, Gu Santian muttered to himself, with a gratified smile on his face, "Boy, although my father-in-law tricked you a little, it's for your own good."

All the immortals looked at the giant knife floating in the sky, and the greed in their eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

They have already felt that the evil spirit on the magic knife is gone, which means that the magic knife will no longer affect people's minds, and anyone can grab it.

Swish!Swish!
Unable to hold back, several figures rushed towards the Magic Knife.

However, before they got close to the Magic Sword, a powerful coercion suddenly fell from the sky, everyone spurted blood, and fell to the ground amidst screams.

Looking up, he saw an old man with gray hair and wearing a purple robe appeared in midair.

The old man was beardless and short in stature, but there was a sense of heroism between his brows. He must have been a handsome man when he was young, but the greedy look on his face at this moment destroyed his temperament.

"Jiang Kefeng!"

When the immortals saw this person, they took a deep breath.

His Highness Ninth Highness also frowned, and said coldly: "Shangjiangmen's deputy sect master, why is he here? Could it be that he has been hiding and watching this knife for a long time."

Gu Santian sneered: "He is not alone, there are not a few people who want this knife."

As soon as the words fell, several figures came from the sky, standing in different directions, enclosing the magic knife, and at the same time defending each other.

These people are not together.

There are young men in white clothes who look like a jade tree, beautiful women who still have charm, hale and hearty old men, and dwarf men or ordinary-looking men who wear gorgeous clothes...

They appeared here at the same time, which means that they have been hiding in the dark for a long time, and they came out to snatch it when they saw the magic sword merged and born.

"Fang Yuqing, the head of Dongqi Hall, Zhuxiang, the saint of Tianshan, Wang Zhiyao, the leader of Sanhuang Sect, and the people from the Elder Pavilion..."

Seeing these immortal venerables, His Highness Ninth Prince's complexion gradually became ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "A bunch of bastards, they know how to take advantage of the fire, and they don't want their faces!"

Gu Santian said hehe: "If you can reach the peak of strength, what is your face? Just wait, someone will come."

"Since you know there are still masters coming, then find a way to help Qin Yang get out of here! It's just a broken knife, don't want it, let them fight for it."

His Royal Highness said in a cold voice.

At this moment, all her thoughts are on Qin Yang, and she only hopes that there will be no more accidents in Qin Yang.

Gu Santian shook his head: "Knife, I must have it, otherwise the kid worked so hard to merge the magic knife, and it would be too sad to leave like this. As for people, they will be fine.

Don't worry, no matter how many knife grabbers come, Qin Yang will be safe.If it doesn't work, the old man, I will try my best to protect him! "

"Just you?" The Ninth Prince looked at him squintingly, "You can't even beat me, and you still try to save Qin Yang in vain, it's really funny, take care of yourself first."

Gu Santian touched his nose, muttered a few words, and didn't bother to argue.

At this moment, those immortals who were intending to snatch it, looked at the sudden appearance of several immortals, and froze in place in fright, their hearts were full of shock and bitterness.

They didn't see the figure of the master before, so they thought that there would be no immortals coming, but they didn't expect these guys to be in the dark.

Hateful!
The appearance of these people completely wiped out their last hope of grabbing the knife.

"My lord, Master Fang, Master Wang, Elder Li..."

Jiang Kefeng, the deputy head of the Jiangmen Gate, looked at the surrounding immortals, cupped his hands one by one, and said with a smile: "You all came here to snatch a knife, and you really have a heart, but there is only one knife, who should it belong to? It's difficult."

The man in white raised his voice and said: "I, Dongqitang, am going to hunt and kill a monster, and that monster killed many of our disciples, so we need this knife to deal with that beast!
It's convenient for you all to return the knife to you after I kill the beast. As for who it belongs to, you can decide for yourself. "

"Cuckoo..."

The beautiful woman laughed, trembling, "Master Fang, do you think we are all three-year-olds?"

The dwarf man on the side snorted coldly: "This sword was originally obtained by my master, but unfortunately the bastard of the sword god used despicable means to deceive this sword, so this phantom sword should belong to our Sanhuang sect!

If you are not convinced, let's fight, whoever has the ability will take this knife away! "

"It's a joke. The Zhuyuan Immortal Venerable who forged this saber was said to have been a disciple of our sect, so the saber she forged should belong to us."

A man said coldly.

"..."

Everyone was arguing.

Everyone wanted to snatch the phantom magic knife, but no one was the first to snatch it.

Because if the first person to eat crabs has no skills, not only will he not be able to taste the delicious food, but he will be killed by the pliers!
"That's my master's knife, why do you want to grab it!"

Suddenly, a slightly immature voice rang out, but it was Lan Bingyao who glared at them angrily, her delicate little face showing no trace of fear.

The immortals were stunned for a moment, and after looking at her for a few seconds, they started arguing again, obviously not taking this girl seriously.

Lan Bingyao crossed her hips furiously, looking at Qin Yang from time to time, hoping that Qin Yang would wake up soon.

At this moment, the Illusory Demon Knife suddenly soared into the sky, turned into a stream of light and swept towards the sky. Before the immortals could react, the Illusory Demon Knife fell into a slender white jade hand.

"If you don't want it, then this knife belongs to me."

The woman was wearing a golden robe, with a mask covering her face, only revealing a pair of cold and clear eyes, but her figure was extremely graceful.

And on her chest, she wore a light green cross, shining brightly.

(End of this chapter)