This seems a little off.

Changsheng looked at the large number of long swords in front of him, and instead of feeling the joy of being recognized by so many swords at the same time, an indescribable sense of complexity surged from the bottom of his heart.

It's really a little off.

His tune wasn't that new and unique, and it wasn't so powerful that it captured the entire plane's longsword in such a short period of time, was it? Besides, he was just trying his luck and seeing if he could use the tune to impress a sword or two for him, but the swords here were too enthusiastic, and they all broke through the ground.

Are all the swords of these years so careless?

It shouldn't be. You must know that the tips of their swords have been buried in the dark wasteland, and the blades of their swords have been soaked in pale and gloomy thunder for many years, and such a bad situation will inevitably make these murder weapons unruly and extreme, even if they do not make these murder weapons full of resentment.

In such a situation, how can they accept a new owner so easily?

Changsheng has always been a little pessimistic about things. He didn't believe that all the swords here were big-hearted and good-natured, so he just stared at the extremely spiritual swords and didn't move for a long time.

Changsheng's silence seemed to make the group of swords a little uneasy. The long sword suspended in the air gradually began to tremble violently, and the screaming sound seemed to urge the immortal to make a choice quickly.

Such an eager style made Changsheng frown. Changsheng knows that he has a lot of problems, pessimistic one, and he doesn't like to be lively. Now the swords were whispering in his ear, and it felt like they were stabbing him in the head with a thin needle, and though it didn't hurt too much, it made him very irritable.

If this continues, he will have tinnitus, right? Ten Thousand Swords Ringing This kind of thing just sounds quite magnificent, and after it really happens, Changsheng just wants to cover his ears fiercely.

Is he really unable to stand it, can't he hide if he can't be provoked?

Thinking of this, Changsheng's fingers moved slightly, but the moment he raised his hand, the long swords that were already trembling and screaming seemed to have received some signal, and with the sound of the air exploding, they once again rushed towards him frantically.

Those swords were already in front of Changsheng's eyes, and when they approached again, there was only a stone's throw between them.

The closest to him was a gilded sword with a hilt, which looked unusually precious, and the dull gold spread from the tip to the blade, and the strange color seemed to be as if the deep blood was slowly soaked into the gold.

This sword is menacing, and when it swoops, it is like a bird of prey spreading its wings, cruel but also beautiful. Rao is an immortal who is jealous of him, and his eyes can't help but show appreciation.

But now is not the time to enjoy a leisurely sword. Changsheng didn't know why these swords were suddenly approaching, but he knew that if he didn't dodge the magnificent sword, he would pierce his heart.

But just as Changsheng wanted to use his spiritual power to avoid it, the sword unexpectedly turned around, leaving only the gorgeous hilt aimed at his slightly raised right hand.

Seeing this, Changsheng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he looked at his right hand, and immediately knew why these long swords were approaching again. Because the swords thought that the gesture of raising their hands was signaling to them, telling them to let them fly to his hands on their own.

God knows he didn't mean that, he just wanted to put his hand up and cover his ears!

Changsheng didn't know what to say for a while, and this kind of development really made him a little speechless. However, the swords didn't know that it was just a misunderstanding, and they had already started to attack each other like crazy.

The swords have their own spirituality, but their thinking is not complicated. They are the best at fighting their opponents, and at the moment their minds are full of the same thought - to crush each other. As long as the other long swords are all shattered, the sword that stays in the hands of the immortal can only be it!

"This is really murderous...... Changsheng almost muttered as he listened to the constant sound of the long sword shattering.

Judging from the fierce battle at this moment, he was not suspicious before. These swords are indeed not good, they are paranoid enough, and they are dangerous enough. And their crazy performance also made him completely figure out one thing, he figured out why one of his songs would lead to ten thousand swords.

Because these swords no longer want to submit to others, they are not looking for their master at all, but choosing a prey that suits their heart. A prey that can take them out of this hellish place and bring them back to the world.

If you think about it this way, it makes sense, after all, the criteria for choosing a master and selecting a prey are very different. Although he did not show the strength to conquer them, he did please them by mistake.

Perhaps in the eyes of these long swords, there is no prey more suitable for them than him, so it is only natural that ten thousand swords will come out together.

Changsheng couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it. He lived two lifetimes, and for the first time he found that he still had the potential to become a blue face disaster. And his scourge is not a human at all, but a blood-stained sword.

In a sense, you seem to be quite remarkable?

Although he was taken as a low-hanging prey by these long swords, Changsheng didn't feel offended, because this kind of thing didn't matter at all. From the very beginning, he just wanted to choose a tool that was right for him, and as for what that tool thought of him, it was never in his range.

As long as it's sharp enough and easy enough to handle, that's enough.

Just as Changsheng was distracted, this sudden battle was nearing its end, and only the dark golden sword seemed to be suspended intact in the air, and it was quietly resting in his hand at the moment.

Changsheng didn't immediately reach out to hold the sword, he just looked at the fragments of the sword all over the ground with a headache, and then quietly glanced at the general who was facing him sideways.

To be honest, even if he didn't have eyesight, he could see that these swords were extremely extraordinary. Now that most of the long sword was shattered like this, he felt that he couldn't afford to lose the little spirit coin on his card.

The five senses were too sharp, but he ignored Changsheng at this moment, his eyes were half-down, and the darkness under his eyes could not be dissolved, judging from his tightly knit brow, he seemed to be trying his best to suppress some unbearable emotions.

“…… Immortal?" Changsheng suddenly realized that the state of the general was not quite right. He stared at the irritated face of the general, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

Jiang Jue's face was a little ugly at this moment, a little sweat faintly appeared on his forehead, and the whole person seemed to have suddenly fallen into a nightmare that was difficult to get rid of. Even the long sword in his hand was trembling and trying to break free.

Immortal's call seemed to be very effective, and as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Jue's face suddenly calmed down a little, and the long sword wrapped under the black cloth also settled down.

After relieving himself, he didn't open his eyes, but turned around and walked away, just facing Changsheng from a distance.

"I'm fine. The faint sweat on his forehead had disappeared without a trace after the silence had been silenced, but judging from his dry and hoarse voice, he was really not in a good state just now.

Changsheng didn't know why Jiang Jue's face suddenly changed, but Jiang Jue himself knew very well. He was so embarrassed not because someone attacked him, nor because he was suddenly hit hard, he just fell in love with Changsheng again.

still remembers that the first time he almost lost control was in the small world, at that time, it was because the emperor provoked him in a grand manner, which made it difficult for him to suppress his love for immortality. And this time, it was he who was obsessed.

I thought that the immortality in the rain was enough to deceive people, but I didn't expect that the immortality under the confrontation of ten thousand swords made him even more delusional.

Just now, all the famous swords in this plane broke the ground for him, screaming for him and fighting fiercely for him, but Changsheng has been standing aside unmoved. Even if a sword shattered and broke, he never gave them another look.

He just stood on the debris all over the ground, frighteningly cold.

However, it was his cold-eyed appearance that made his throat thirsty and blood hot, and he couldn't help but want to go crazy out of control.

He had never realized so clearly that he had not identified Changsheng before, not because he was afraid that Changsheng would be angry for his concealment, nor because he had not expressed his love for Changsheng directly, nor because he was worried that he was just a momentary whimsking before stepping into the realm of immortality.

From beginning to end, what he feared most was that he had a deep affection, but Changsheng was indifferent to him.

This realization made Jiang Jue feel a long-lost panic, and he felt that his reason was being burned inch by inch. He didn't care that he was bringing Changsheng to choose the sword, and at this moment he even wanted to directly swing the sword to cut off all the long swords that were in the way.

He wanted only his figure to be left in those cold eyes, and he wanted to see with his own eyes the appearance of Changsheng getting out of control for him.

If he hadn't suppressed himself with the only reason he had, he might have really acted on it.

No wonder no one has set foot in the habitat for many years. This kind of emotion magnified thousands of times, if it came a few more times, even the Immortal Emperor would have to be forced to abandon his armor and flee in embarrassment.

Jiang Jue pressed his forehead in pain, and couldn't help but take a few steps away. When he had completely calmed down, he turned around and opened his half-closed eyes. But the moment he raised his eyes, the scene in front of him made his emotions that he had finally calmed down lose control again.

What did he see?

He saw Changsheng being stabbed through the heart by a long sword shrouded in black gas.