"Is there a lighter sword, lend me one!" asked Feng Qianyan.

Xiao Yuchen was silent.

"No?" Feng Qianyan was stunned, this guy didn't even prepare a sword for himself, and pouted, "Forget it! I'm going to break a branch!"

Feng Qianyan broke a branch more than two feet long, held it in his hand, closed his eyes, held his breath, and recalled Xiao Yuchen's movements in his mind.

When the apricot eyes opened again, the aura of the whole body changed suddenly. A small red figure stands on the top of the mountain, the breeze blows, the long hair is blown, and the corners of the skirt are flying. The little face of the country and the city was slightly raised, the fiery red dress was as bright and blazing as the scorching sun, and a proud aura emanated from the inside out, as if everything in heaven and earth had lost its color for a while.

A look of surprise crossed Xiao Yuchen's eyes.

Feng Qianyan danced this set of sixteen-style sword skills from beginning to end, although it was not as smooth as Xiao Yuchen, at least he remembered the movements.

"How's it going?" After the wind poured in, his body returned to his usual breath, and he took the branch in his hand and shook it.

"It's just scratching the surface. Xiao Yuchen shook his head, but he was amazed by the performance of Feng Yanyan in his heart, and it was still a little unexpected to be able to basically memorize the moves at one time.

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Feng Qiyan threw away the branch and stretched out his little hand: "Sword." ”

Xiao Yuchen glanced at the long sword in his hand and said, "It's too heavy." ”

"I know you're prepared, so bring it. ”

"Really?" Xiao Yuchen raised his eyebrows.

"Uh-huh!" Feng Qian Yan nodded.

"Don't be angry. ”

"What am I going to do—" Feng Qianyan was just halfway through his words, and immediately looked at the sword that appeared in Xiao Yuchen's left hand in amazement: the fiery red sword body was about two feet long, shorter and narrower than the ice-blue long sword, and at first glance the two looked very similar except for the different colors.

"Wait a minute!" Feng Qianyan looked carefully at the red sword, and then at the ice-blue sword. Sure enough, the styles and inscriptions of the two are the same! Feng Qianyan's face sank, "Xiao Yuchen, did you do it on purpose, right?"

"These two swords are a pair, and they dance with ice and fire. Xiao Yuchen explained.

Feng Tianyan was incredulous, and asked, "A pair, where's your knife!"

"Knife?" Xiao Yuchen lifted the long sword, and instantly turned into the long knife of the owner of the Xingchen Tower, "Yan Yan is talking about this?"

"Hmm, you can even transform?!" Feng Tianyan was dumbfounded.

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"Fire Dancing Sword is also fine, but you have to drip blood to confess the Lord first. ”

"Dripping blood to recognize the master, there is actually a tool spirit?" Feng Qianyan looked at the two swords carefully again, and shook his head, "Only spirit weapons above the fourth order can have instrument spirits, but these two swords can't tell the level!"

"Half-Hallows Xiao Yuchen said three words.

"Huh?" Feng Tianyan was stunned, "It seems that there hasn't even been a king-level refiner on the Yunling Continent, right?, where did this pair of half-saint-level swords come from?" However, Feng Tianyan forgot that his Xuantian was a saint-level spirit weapon......

Xiao Yuchen's starry eyes blinked: "Found from an ancient ruin." ”

"Well, it's an ancient ruin, but it's very likely. Feng Qiyan did not doubt him, and believed Xiao Yuchen's words.

Looking at the Fire Dancing Sword, he struggled again and again, and finally stretched out his little hand and took it from Xiao Yuchen's hand. Although it seemed that the Fire Dance Sword was only a lap smaller than the Ice Sword, there was a lot of difference in weight. The wind is just the right size and weight in the hand, as if it was tailor-made for it.

( Amazing Phoenix Ming: Supreme Miss )