I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

With the defense of the iron pot and the two spiritual swords clearing the way, Ning Ruan and the others moved faster.

After a while, they arrived at the location of three Seventh Realm sword cultivators.

"You... you've hidden your cultivation, right? You are actually at the seventh level... no, you are at the eighth level."

A seventh-level strongman from Liuguang Sect struggled to withstand the attacks of dozens of spiritual swords, and even took the opportunity to turn his head and speak to Ning Ruan in disbelief.

Ning Ruan just glanced at the three of them.

No words were spoken.

Keep moving forward.

When they arrived, near the exit, the three people under the iron pot stopped.

Mu Yiqiu raised an eyebrow and looked forward: "Ning Buruan, do we need to take action together?"

The little fat man also opened his mouth and was about to speak.

Just now.

Ning Ruan suddenly took back the two long swords.

In his right hand, he suddenly took out two sword talismans from his storage belt that were ready for use.

"...You are not trying to use this sword talisman to break through the exit, are you?"

Mu Yiqiu exclaimed.

But the next moment.

As if to verify the truth of her words.

As expected, Ning Ruan casually threw a sword talisman towards the exit where the spiritual swords gathered in front.

Perhaps he sensed the sword energy in the sword talisman.

The spirit swords that had not yet awakened their wits also instinctively fled to the west.

Want to avoid.

But there are too many spiritual swords.

When the sword talisman arrived, most of them still had not had time to leave.

Wherever the sword talisman passes.

The spirit sword was either cut off by the sword energy or swept away into the distance.

It seems to work.

Ning Ruan threw out the second sword talisman without hesitation.

The third one...

No. 1...

soon.

The exit that was blocked by the spirit sword just now was cleared by the sword talisman.

The remaining spiritual swords are no longer a concern.

Ning Ruan continued to release little red and orange to clear the way.

After a while.

The three people under the iron pot had already reached the exit.

This is a narrower road than the previous corridor.

Transparent beads of unknown material are inlaid on both sides.

Illuminating the dark path.

Then the three of them saw many spiritual swords gathered inside, making people's scalp numb at the sight of them.

"Why are there so many of these things?" Mu Yiqiu looked weird, "Would you rather not be soft, or should we do it together? It is really a waste to use the sword talisman here."

The word 'waste' just dropped.

Ning Ruan took out a stack of sword talismans.

Turning his head slightly to look at her: "What did you just say?"

Mu Yiqiu:......

"...I said you should throw it slowly. If you get tired of throwing it, I can help you."

She must be dreaming.

What serious person can take out so many sword talismans?

As a proud daughter from a big family, Mu Yiqiu felt inferior for the first time.

The three sword cultivators who followed later did not even dare to say anything at this moment.

Being able to take out a powerful sword talisman means you have a chance.

If you can take out three, it means you have a background.

Can you take out a stack?

It could kill them anyway...

……

Under Ning Ruan's sword talisman, he opened the way.

Several people soon reached the end of the trail.

This is indeed not the real exit.

At the end, there is a small cave.

In the cave, there was finally no spirit sword flying in the west, attacking anyone on sight.

There is only a pool twice as big as the wellhead.

The pool is not filled with water.

But blood.

Bright red and dazzling blood.

In the center of the blood pool, there was a long sword stuck...

"Jianchi? No, how could Jianchi be like this?"

As a direct descendant of the Jinxia Sword Sect, the head of the six major sects in Xihai Prefecture, Mu Yiqiu immediately saw something was wrong here.

"This aura... feels very evil, not a good thing." The little fat man also spoke slowly.

Of course not a good thing.

Otherwise, her two swords would not be so excited to think of 'doing something'.

Ning Ruan tightened the sword case tightly.

Take a long walk to the blood pool.

Just as he was about to extend his right hand, Mu Yiqiu grabbed it:

"Ning Buruo, you don't want your life? You dare to touch anything?"

"...You're right." Ning Ruan nodded.

next moment.

Two long swords flew out.

Suddenly he fell into a pool of blood.

"???" Before Mu Yiqiu's relief had completely subsided, he raised his voice again in an instant, looking like he wanted to curse but didn't dare:

"I would rather not be soft. As sword cultivators, the sword is our life. You actually use your sword to test it?"

Ning Ruan: "..." It's really a great injustice.

How could she want to test this?

It's obvious that these two swords thought...