Han Xiao walked down the steps very leisurely, looking east and west, those psychic swords didn't seem to have any fate with him, and after looking at it for a long time, there was nothing to look at. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition, Han Xiao already had a sword, so he was not in a hurry, and slowly advanced towards the depths of the cave.

Not far away, Han Xiao found a flickering and awe-inspiring sword, inserted in the rock wall, it was a psychic sword.

On the stone wall next to the sword, there is a row of fine words carving, introducing its origin: Zixiao Sword, the sword forged by He Yiming, the second-generation disciple of Xuanbing Palace, is the sword of domineering in the world, the sword qi is soaring, and the non-condensing vein disciple is carefully drawn.

"It's kind of interesting. Han Xiao touched the bridge of his nose and nodded secretly, if he couldn't choose another sword for a while, he could use this as a backup.

As for the above-mentioned "non-condensing vein disciples, be cautious", Han Xiao naturally ignored it directly.

"Look, it's Han Xiao! Han Xiao is actually here too!"

Suddenly, a black-faced young man's eyelids jumped, patted the shoulder of the senior brother beside him, pointed at Han Xiao, and exclaimed, "Damn, didn't you say that you can't afford to be seriously injured? ”

"Damn! This guy vomited so much blood, and he fully recovered in less than a day, what a pervert. ”

"Why doesn't he seem to look at the sword in the sword pool?"

"This guy's eyes are above the top, I'm afraid he wants to pull out the psychic sword on the rock wall. What an idiot, how can the psychic sword be so easy to grab, Senior Brother Zong Yan of Ice Spirit Peak just now, used light skills to pull out a fire sword, but was burned by the fire system Yuan Force above, and now his palms are still black!"

Several disciples pointed at Han Xiao and discussed, but when Han Xiao's gaze swept away, they all trembled and hurriedly scattered.

"A group of two hundred and five!" Han Xiao pursed his lips, his voice was very high, and although those disciples heard it well, they didn't even dare to let out a fart.

Even Han Xiao, the senior brother of the seventh stage of condensing qi, can be beaten into a pig's head, not to mention these little rookies in the acquired realm.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Han Xiao saw a black rusty sword that was obliquely inserted at the height of the rock wall, among the many swords, only this one was lonely, proudly independent.

"Buzz!"

In Han Xiao's body, the Evil Dragon Burning Sky Wheel shook slightly, and at the same moment, the rusty sword actually trembled slightly.

"What kind of sword is this?" Han Xiao's eyelids jumped, and around other psychic swords, a stone wall would be cleared out, with the name and origin of this sword engraved on it, but there was no information around this sword at all.

The sword was badly damaged, the blade was full of pits, and it was all notched, and you can imagine what a terrible battle the owner of this sword had used it to experience.

After the passage of time, the top is even more rusty, especially the cracks on the sword body are extremely obvious, it seems that as long as it is pulled out, it will be directly broken into several pieces of scrap iron.

But no matter what kind of sword it is, even if it is really a piece of scrap iron, it can cause the evil dragon to resonate with the Burning Sky Wheel, it is definitely not an ordinary thing!

Han Xiao took a deep breath, stepped on the ground with both feet, and used the electric chasing body method to perform, with the help of the raised stones on the rock wall, he directly climbed to the top of the stone wall when he jumped a few times.

"Buzz!"

The rusty sword shook again, and it let out a cheerful sword roar.

And this cheerful feeling also welled up in Han Xiao's mind.

Heart-to-heart!

A smile appeared on the corner of Han Xiao's mouth, and he finally found a sword that matched his eyes.

"Look! That Han Xiao is about to draw the psychic sword!"

A disciple saw Han Xiao flying up and stopping next to a black rusty sword, and immediately roared.

With his roar, the surrounding disciples all leaned over, even Elder Bai Guhong, his gaze was also looking at this side.

"How did you choose this sword?" Bai Guhong frowned and shook his head slightly.

"Does anyone know what kind of sword this is?" one of the disciples pointed to the rusty sword on the rock wall, "It seems to be so rusty, even if it is a psychic sword, it should be almost useless." ”

"I don't know......," everyone shook their heads, "I think this is a piece of scrap iron, and there is not the slightest fluctuation of sword qi, not even the ordinary sword weapons in the sword pool below." ”

Han Xiao's eyes were staring straight at the Rusty Sword.

The kind of spiritual resonance that had just been generated made Han Xiao's instantaneous killing sword intent seem to have been condensed a little!

"Good sword!" Han Xiao smiled at the rusty sword, reaching out and gently stroking the sword body, as if caressing his intimate lover.

Suddenly, there was a slight tingling pain from the fingertips, and the index finger was cut by the gap in the blade, dripping a drop of blood, and falling on the sword body, something strange happened.

That drop of blood was actually completely absorbed by the rusty sword, and the next moment, an electric current struck, Han Xiao trembled, and looked at his fingers with some surprise.

Such a rusty sword can actually cut through your own skin?

"Buzz!"

The sword roared, and the sword seemed to be resurrected, making a crisp sound.

"What a strong spirituality!" Bai Guhong's eyelids jumped, he had been guarding the Hidden Sword Valley for more than a hundred years, but he had never found that this sword had a trace of aura.

"Come with me. Han Xiao gently grasped the hilt of the sword and pressed slightly.

Hearing a "click", the rusty sword came loose from the rock wall and was firmly held in Han Xiao's hand.

"Pull it out! This guy actually pulled out a psychic sword!"

"What's the big deal, it's just a rusty sword, and if it's split like this, even if it's a psychic sword, I'm afraid it can't be used in battle anymore!"

"You can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour. A disciple smiled disdainfully: "If you have a kind, you can pull out a psychic sword and show me?"

"Haha!" Han Xiao raised the rusty sword and raised it high above his head, urging a wisp of true qi to be injected into the rusty sword.

But the next moment, a scene happened that made everyone dumbfounded.

"Click!"

As soon as Han Xiao's true qi was injected into the rusty sword, the cracks on the blade of the sword rapidly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, the rusty sword made a few "click" cracking sounds, and then, it actually turned directly into four pieces and fell down.

Except for the hilt of the sword, the other three pieces were all slammed into the ground.

And as these fragments hit the ground, there were a few "clicks", and the fragments were smashed to pieces at once, turning into a pile of rusty iron.

"Broken ...... Broken?"

"It's not broken, it's broken!" a disciple swallowed, "If it's broken, it can be reforged, but if it is broken like this, ......"

Han Xiao felt a pain in his heart, and hurriedly jumped down from the stone wall, took off his coat directly, carefully picked up the pieces on the ground, and wrapped them in his coat.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be really a piece of scrap iron!" The disciple who had been ridiculed before that he couldn't eat grapes immediately laughed arrogantly, "I'll just say, pull out a piece of scrap iron, what's the big deal, Lao Tzu pulls it out like he closes his eyes!"

"You don't talk about cool things!" At this moment, it was Zhang Yunxiang who arrived.

Zhang Yunxiang squeezed into the crowd, walked quickly to Han Xiao's side, and comforted: "Big brother, there are so many swords here, with your strength, you can pull out whichever one you want, ignore them!"