"This thorn should exert the strength of the wrist, and the elbow should be in a straight line with the sword, so that all the strength gathered by the body can be pushed out. ”

Li Hanwen was already sweating profusely, his body was like electricity, the Divine Sword was shining brightly in his hand, and the air flow brought up by the sword shadow was wandering around the courtyard. He turned around sharply, the blade of the sword turned sharply, and the Broken God Sword stabbed towards Yin Li with a terrible scream, Yin Li leaned sideways and poked out the Broken God Sword in his hand, sticking to Li Hanwen's sword body, his wrist slowly flipped over, every flip of the wrist seemed to have a thousand powers, Li Hanwen's sword edge was deflected by this power and lost his accuracy.

Li Hanwen put away the sword, his face frustrated. "Teacher, is it that with the power of killing intent, I no longer need to break the divine sword? ”

"Of course not, my teacher can completely control that power, he can fully unleash the power of the Broken God Sword, you don't have to worry too much now, you still have to slowly adapt to the power of killing intent. Yin Li looked at the sky, it was noon. "Alright, let's take a break. ”

As soon as he entered the house, a swordsman hurriedly came over to report, "Commander, the immortal general is asking to see you outside." ”

Yin Li put the sword on the table and turned around and asked. "What is he doing here?"

He didn't say anything, and brought a young man with him. ”

"Dwarves?"

"It's not. ”

"Tell him I don't see anyone. ”

An immortal voice came from afar, "The old man is visiting, this is not the way of hospitality, Commander Yin probably forgot, this Rushing City is my final say." "Dressed in a satin ink-colored robe, he still looks like a Confucian student. Followed by a young man, carrying a black cloth bag, the black cloth tightly wrapped a long thing, Yin Li saw the young man, and suddenly looked surprised.

"General Huan, you always go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and this young man you brought with you doesn't have a good impression of us. Yin Li looked up at the wind and dust.

"I've heard about it, but I think Commander Yin must be as puzzled as I am, why can he pick up your Broken God Sword? As far as I know, only the Chosen Swordsman can pick up such a weapon!"

Feng Chenyang did not wear armor, but changed into a green coat, which was a fine silk cut in the imperial capital Apocalypse City, embroidered with elegant chrysanthemum pattern black piping, a long jet-black hair was tied on the top of his head by a blue ribbon, hanging behind him, he lowered his head as if immersed in the world he had created, and there was suddenly something fleeting in his dark and deep eyes, which made people want to hold on tightly and take a good peek.

Immortal rolled up his sleeves, stretched out a hand, and wanted to grab the Broken God Sword on the table, looking at the strange runes on the sword, pondering for a moment, or giving up, obviously he had tried, and the burning pain of the runes made him have a deep memory of the Broken God Sword. "Do you think this young man is also a swordsman?"

Yin Li was silent for a while, and said faintly: "I also wondered if he was the chosen swordsman, we swordsmen all convey information through the power of the Broken God Sword, I tried in Beth Mountain, but he held the Broken God Sword but could not receive the information we sent, besides, the Broken God Sword has greatly increased in his hands, as if it was tailor-made for him." I don't know what General Wei has to tell me. ”

Immortal smiled, "This matter is already very troublesome for Commander Yin, so I'm afraid the next thing will give you even more headaches." He motioned for Wind Dust to put the things behind him on the table.

Feng Chenyang nodded slightly, placed the black cloth bag on the table, and slowly opened it, it was a rusty spear, the whole body was pitch black, the handle and the blade of the spear were all forged in a substance, and there was a hovering dragon engraved on it, and the entire handle of the gun was engraved with all kinds of runes, and as soon as the whole gun was exposed to the air, everyone could feel a terrible aura of slaughter hovering in the air.

"Does the Commander know this gun?" said a smile on his fair face, revealing his beautiful teeth.

Yin Li shook his head. "I've never seen it before," he said, picking up his gun and scrutinizing it. "The material of this gun is peculiar, unlike ordinary steel, there is a piercing cold feeling in the hand, and I know some of the runes engraved on the hilt. ”

Immortal smiled. "Commander Yin has traveled the world and is well-informed, have you ever seen any kind of weapon chirping by yourself?"

Yin Li lowered his head and pondered, "These runes are from the dwarves, the magicians, and our swordsmen, they should be very famous blades, why are they so rusty?" he seemed to be talking to himself, but the color on his face was indeed as cloudy as the weather in July.

"This is the world's number one artifact that should not exist in the mouth of the swordsmen, the dragon chanting spear!" Andrew appeared at the door at some point.

Yin Li looked at Andrew, his face turned pale. Li Hanwen stepped forward to block in front of Yin Li, the Divine Breaking Sword was already unsheathed, and a touch of turquoise light flowed on the blade of the sword.

Feng Chenyang was also taken aback. "Shorty, why are you here?"

Immortal hurriedly grabbed him. "He's Andrew, the Dwarven King, and it's rude to call him that. ”

Andrew didn't seem to care, he walked over and gently stroked the dragon spear, as if he were seeing a loved one. "Although this dragon spear was forged by the dwarven king Fallujah himself, after all, it was completed by many heroes of the world, and even the teacher of the Yin Commander was also involved, but why did the swordsmen regard the dwarf clan as a great enemy and slaughter our clan with all their might?"

Yin Li's face was angry, "The teacher has always been obsessed with his involvement in this matter, it devours people's souls, and heroic figures like Xuan Yiyi, the founding emperor of the Great Liang Dynasty, have also become crazy in the end, and how many innocent people he has killed with a wave of his spear." What else does this gun bring but killing?"

Immortal turned his head and asked Feng Chenyang: "If this gun is really the Dragon Singing Spear, I heard that Xuan Yixuan handed over the Dragon Singing Spear to his protector mage Meng Xuan before he died, and asked him to seal its anger, and then Meng Xuan took the Dragon Singing Spear into hiding." How did you get it?"

Feng Chenyang seemed to be carefully recalling something, and for a moment, the room was quiet, and the air seemed to stop flowing.

"Have you ever heard of Longyin Mountain? That's what the local people call it. Our group was on the edge of the backwater swamp, in a village, and a hunter told me that there was a dark hole in Longyin Mountain, sealed by something, and there were often various sounds coming from it, and I was curious and accompanied him, and there was this gun standing in the cave, and there was a skeleton next to it, which must be that Mengxuan. Feng Chenyang recounted and recalled. "I thought the gun was rusty, but it was very good for me, I could even feel its heartbeat in my hand, it was very clear, I went to Riverrun and found all the blacksmiths, even the most powerful fire could not melt it, and its whistling frightened the blacksmiths. ”

Andrew turned sideways and shot instantly, without warning, Li Hanwen was shrouded in a circle of light, hanging in the air and struggling in pain.

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