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After a short absence, Sikong Ming quickly regained his composure. After a deep look at Sikong Qing, he said with relief: "I haven't seen you for many years. My cousin is good at it."

"This pair of eyes are so bright that they can't hide anything from my cousin."

Sikong head fell into silence.

He's a good cousin.

On hearing Si Kongming's praise, Si Kongming's face turned red, proud and proud, and said with a laugh, "tut Tut, it's not easy to make brother Mingtang eat shriveled."

"After setting up such a big game, I want to surprise us. Who knows I was slapped in the face."

Ha ha Happy... "

While he was talking, sikongzhi pulled him for a moment and said cautiously: "don't talk, cousin. You'd better start as soon as possible. Time is running out."

Ning Tao noticed this scene, face a change, busy low voice way: "careful, they probably also joined hands."

"Not only that, the remaining two people actually joined hands, but fortunately they do not seem to be a team, otherwise, four against two, we have no chance."

Si Kongming added.

He really did not expect that such a good situation has become like this. What's wrong? Today, the three pillars are in full swing, and the obvious advantages are almost gone.

It feels like a stalemate.

At this time, Si Kongqing looked proud and only worked as the magic sword platform among the three parties. He fanatically said, "brother, now we are only half a day away from the end of the selection of the patriarch. If we spend so much time, we still have no result."

"I have a proposal that you can try. You can rest assured that it is absolutely fair."

The four looked at each other and listened silently.

"Six of us, each with a helper, set foot on the sword platform to see if the sword really wants to choose us? As we all know, the divine sword has a spirit. Don't fight to the end, the divine sword has chosen a person

"It's good for everyone. What do you think of the five cousins?" Sikongqing patted his chest.

As soon as the words came out, several people hesitated.

But when you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem to do much harm. Some little masters come in just for this luck.

What if it's chosen by Shenjian?

For a moment, I was dazzled by my heart.

The two young masters agreed at the same time, and they had already joined hands. This was their only chance, and Sikong head and Sikong Ming also communicated with each other in secret.

A moment later, he said in a deep voice, "agree!"

"Well, since you all have no objection, let's go on stage together after half a stick of incense."

Si Kongqing said confidently.

At the corner of my mouth, I was excited and excited.

He never thought that he would have such a day, such scenery, such complacency, a pair of eyes staring at the overlord sword, full of fanaticism.

After such a long time of preparation, it depends on the last chance. His throat is dry

All three sides are plotting.

Now, the strength of the three parties is not much different. However, once someone is selected by the sword and has the supreme artifact, it will be enough to reverse the whole war.

So either it's nervous, it's important.

As for the helper, it must be trustworthy and strong, so that we can take it with confidence.

Si Kongming chose the bodyguard.

Several others have also selected their helpers.

However, only sikongshou directly chose Ning Tao, a monk who seemed to be only immortal and monarch.

People were puzzled.

Put Mr. Fu Liu, Wei San does not choose, how to choose this person? Too weak, right?

Among the six, the weakest helper was Xianjun wuchong, but he broke the record. Liukong surmised that he always felt that this guy was familiar with him.

I can't say it's intuition.

There's even a sense of hot danger

In the blink of an eye, six young masters and six assistants step by step on the magic sword platform.

This high platform is very grand and sacred. It is full of tyrannical wildness. There is also a kind of pressure and sword spirit. People have to tense up.

Let Xianli have some tingling.

In the middle of the high platform, there is a huge sword. You can only see the handle and a small blade, but it seems to be breathing with rhythm.

At this time, the six people looked at each other, took out a short blade, and rowed on their right hand.

Then he took a lot of pictures.

Six regiments of blood, dyed part of the high platform red.

"We, the descendants of bawangzong, are facing the selection of bawangzong. We have come to ask for the help of our ancestors to help us create a new glory of bawangzong..."

Six people drank heavily and were short of breath.

The blood in the hand flows to the huge sword along the groove and gully. Suddenly, the whole platform trembles.

"Hum Hum... "A surge of sword air erupted.

Ning Tao's face is dignified. Although this sword is not as sharp as fengluan's sword, it is more powerful and powerful than fengluan's sword. I don't know how many years this sword has been handed down, but fengluan's sword is a little worse.

Moreover, today's fengluan sword has no spirit, but it is still in its infancy.

So it's deposited by the wind devil.

It can't grow, so it sleeps.

At this time, the high platform trembles, more and more intense, empty, Ning Tao and others are careful to protect the little Lord, while nervous looking at the reaction of the sword.

All the lights flickered from the sword.

A dull pressure, covering a large world.

Invisible, as if there is a pair of eyes scanning the crowd, very sharp, vicissitudes, full of prestige.

They were both happy and surprised to know that this was the spirit of the divine sword. When it came to life, it was up to him to choose. Dozens of hearts were beating.

Si Kongqing's eyes are burning. The reason why he put forward this proposal is that he has his own assurance.

His overlord blood is different from others, but it combines the blood of the three ancestors who were selected by Shenjian. Therefore, he is more confident that he will be selected than them.

This method was used in the last time, and it was successful, so it was used again.

There was a grim smile on the corner of his mouth

"Buzz..."

The magic sword is buzzing, emitting a rhythmic and rhythmic luster. Ning Tao is absorbed in it and falls into it unconsciously. When he returns to God, everything around him changes, but a vast land.

A vicissitudes of light and shadow, sitting in front of him, a pair of bright eyes are staring at him.

"How can you have his breath in your body?"

"What?"