The sword, without a scabbard, was placed naked in the corner, swarthy, and looked plain.

It's just that at this moment, a bead of blood condensed on the blade of the sword, as if the dew was rolling on the lotus leaf, never falling.

Liang Qiufeng was very curious, and looked at it intently, but after a while, he saw that the drop of blood suddenly disappeared, as if it had been swallowed, and disappeared out of thin air.

"What?"

Liang Qiufeng had never encountered such a situation, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

According to basic common sense, a good sword is naturally extremely sharp, blown-haired, and does not stain blood. And the sword in front of him actually devoured blood beads, which was unusual.

He hurried over, carefully picking up his sword.

When he was choosing before, Liang Qiufeng had also seen this sword, but he didn't look at it, and judged it to be the lowest secret weapon, so he quickly looked at the next one.

As for why his finger was cut by this sword, it must have accidentally touched the blade during the inspection, so he was injured. It was only because of such an accident that he turned back and discovered the good things about the sword.

The sword is three feet long and two fingers wide, and it is not surprising from the specifications, and it is very bad. As for the weight, it is about three catties and five taels, which is also decent.

No matter how you look at it on the surface, it is a very ordinary sword.

This is also the reason why Liang Qiufeng had a bad first impression and quickly chose to give up on it.

But this time, I looked much more carefully, from top to bottom, from the tip of the sword to the hilt - the hilt was made of iron, black and shiny, I don't know what kind of material, extremely hard. There is no carved pattern on it, it is simple and simple. But when you hold the five fingers, you feel that there are just five stripes on the handle.

If you take a closer look, you will find that those lines are not born, nor are they acquired, but are held by people.

This discovery surprised Liang Qiufeng.

Sword cultivation and sword practice, morning and evening. In the world, hard-working swordsmen abound, and it is not surprising. It's just that swordsmen use swords, and most people will change many swords in their lives.

On the one hand, the grade of the sword has high and low advantages, and as the strength of cultivation increases, of course, it is necessary to change to a high-grade sword to use it with the times;

On the other hand, along the way of martial arts, there are countless experiences and countless struggles, and weapons are easily damaged, and if they are broken, they naturally have to be replaced.

In this way, under normal circumstances, a swordsman will have to change a sword for a few months or a few years at a slower rate - unless he has a peerless divine weapon, which cannot be replaced. However, such cases are very rare and will not be discussed.

And the seemingly ordinary sword in front of him, the extremely strong hilt was actually held with five fingerprints, how many years did the person who used this sword use it?

The five fingerprints are actually very faint, and if you don't pay attention to them, it's easy to ignore them. It is precisely because of the light that the possibility of deliberately pinching it out is ruled out, and it is completely a drop of water through the ground, and the sword has been practiced for many years, so that the sword can be held out.

When I looked at it in front of me by the light, I found that the traces of the fingerprints were evenly distributed, and there was no trace of small cracks caused by the force around the periphery.

Liang Qiufeng was even more surprised by this discovery: the previous owner of this sword seemed to be very simple.

"Injuries!"

Two small characters are engraved on the end of the hilt.

The Wounded Sword is the name of the sword.

"Wounded Sword?"

Liang Qiufeng considered the name of the sword, which was literally understood and meant something, probably because the previous owner of the sword had been hurt by love, so it was named.

"Hey, why do your fingers still hurt so much?"

He came to his senses, looked at the wound again, and couldn't help but be startled. The wound that had already been coated with gold sore medicine was still seeping out with blood, as if it couldn't be suppressed at all.

What a terrible sword wound!

Liang Qiufeng was shocked, and when he looked at the injured sword, his eyes were full of strangeness.

"In the world, only the most difficult to treat is the most difficult to treat;

Inexplicably, such an explanation came to mind, and between the lines, there was an unspeakable sadness that was flooding and circulating, making it difficult for people to help themselves......

"Haha!"

Suddenly a burst of wild laughter came: "The best of the mysterious weapon, I finally found the best sword!"

Gu Chengyang was overjoyed and raised the long sword in his hand high.

Sonor!

Hold the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, and pull vigorously. But seeing the cold bursting shè, disturbing people's eyes, it is extraordinarily dazzling.

Good sword!

At a glance, you can see that Gu Chengyang is holding a good sword in his hand.

The best of the best.

No wonder he was so proud, and laughed wildly at the rare gaffe.

Zhang Jiangshan looked over and looked at the superb sword, and couldn't hide his envy. He shook the sword he had chosen in his hand, which was also a mysterious weapon, but it was only inferior, far from it.

The huge sword library, there is definitely more than one superb sword in the collection, but I can't wait, the time of an hour is almost used up, and it is too late to choose again.

It's just that, each has its own luck, and it's not bad that you can pick a sword under a mysterious weapon.

Thinking about it, my heart is calm.

When I looked up at Liang Qiufeng, I saw him standing in a corner blankly, holding a sword in his hand that he knew was a low-grade commodity at a glance, motionless.

What is this Senior Brother Liang doing?

Zhang Jiangshan hurriedly walked over and patted Liang Qiu Feng on the shoulder: "Qiu Feng, don't hurry up and pick a good sword, what are you doing here?"

Liang Qiufeng woke up like a dream, Huo Ran turned his head and looked at Zhang Jiangshan with hooked eyes.

Zhang Jiangshan saw that his finger was bleeding, and immediately shouted: "Qiu Feng, your finger is injured!"

Liang Qiufeng lowered his head, taking advantage of this to recover his agitated feelings, and said vaguely: "I accidentally cut it with the sword just now, it's okay, just bandage it." ”

Zhang Jiangshan didn't want to have him: "In that case, why don't you hurry up and choose a sword?"

"I've already chosen. ”

"Ah, I've chosen, I'll see. ”

"Well, it's the one I have. ”

"You're not kidding!"

Zhang Jiangshan almost jumped up: "There are thousands of good swords in the sword library, you just picked such a handful, hurry up and throw it away...... By the way, I remember the location of a mysterious artifact, and I'm going to bring it to you......"

He was really a little anxious for Liang Qiufeng, and his fat body was about to sweep back, and he found the sword under the mysterious weapon and gave it to Liang Qiufeng.

"When the time comes, come out with your swords. ”

Xiao Jihai's voice sounded at the door.

Oops, it's time.

Zhang Jiangshan looked at Liang Qiufeng, but saw that he walked out first with the garbage sword.

The three of them went outside, holding swords, and their expressions were different.

Gu Chengyang is happy to be in the form of sè, Zhang Jiangshan is a little dissatisfied, and Liang Qiufeng is calm and indifferent.

With a sweep of Huang Lao's eyes, he could see what the grade of the sword weapons selected by the three disciples was. There is no doubt that the mystical weapon in Gu Chengyang's hand is the best, Zhang Jiangshan is second, and as for Liang Qiufeng...... Well, how did he choose such a sword to come out?

There are countless swords hidden in the sword vault, and many swords have been placed in it for many years, even if Huang Lao is the guardian of the sword vault, it is impossible to know every sword well.

Liang Qiufeng's choice of sword, he did not have the slightest impression.

However, this time, the lord of the mansion ordered to open the sword warehouse and let the three disciples choose the sword at will, which is a special case, and there is no need to test and check the grade of the sword weapon as usual, so Huang Lao did not say much, let alone ask for the sword inspection. Anyway, what they chose is theirs.

As for the good and bad, there is no way to regret it.

Xiao Jihai is not a sword master, but he can still tell a few points about the quality of a sword. When he saw the sword that Liang Qiufeng had chosen, his face suddenly darkened: Liang Qiufeng's appearance this time was too discerning, and he closed his eyes to pick one in the sword library, maybe it was better than this one......

But the wood is already in the boat, and it is useless to say anything.

After saying some words, Xiao Jihai waved his hand and asked the three disciples to go back to their residences to rest, and prepare for five days to gather and set off for Taicheng to participate in the sect competition.

On the way, Zhang Jiangshan still chattered to Liang Qiufeng, saying that he really shouldn't choose the Injury Sword.

Liang Qiufeng just kept silent.

He didn't want to explain too much, because only he really understood what kind of sword the Injury Sword in his hand was.

In comparison, Gu Chengyang's carefully selected Xuanqi best sword is simply scrap copper and rotten iron, and rotten wood is a treasure.

Because the wounded sword is not a secret weapon, not a mysterious weapon, but a sword that is difficult for Liang Qiu Feng to determine.

Treasures, and unimaginable-

King weapon!

It's hard for him to be sure, so how can he tell others?

It is impossible to determine the grade of the wounded sword, and there is only one possibility, that is, the sword is far beyond Liang Qiufeng's comprehension.

He only knew that in the sword library, there seemed to be a thought in the sword, explaining the origin of the sword of injury, and it was still affecting his mind.

In the sword, there can be ideas.

In terms of the concept of equipment, this is definitely a divine weapon above the treasure weapon.

However, this wounded sword itself had been damaged, and it had lost some of its mind, and even the explanation was not clear.

Or it was because of the damage that Yīn was mistakenly put into the sword storehouse, and was left in a corner where no one cared about it, and it was covered with dust for a hundred years.

Now, it has met Liang Qiufeng. Just like Maxima met Bole, he finally showed a little edge.

At the first glance, the new owner's finger was gloriously wounded and bleeding.

Just as the mind said: "In the world, only the wounded are the most difficult to treat;

The special genus of the Wound Sword is that it can make it difficult for the wound to heal, even if it is applied with gold sore medicine, it will not help, and it will still bleed non-stop.

Now, Liang Qiufeng's fingers are still oozing blood, but fortunately, they are slowly bleeding less. You know, this is still without exerting the power of the Wound Sword, just an unintentional cut.

I can't imagine that if the injury is not to the fingers, but to the chest and abdomen, even if the injury is not deep, it is fatal enough.

"Whew!"

Liang Qiufeng let out a long breath, but it was still difficult to calm the excitement in his heart. Where can I listen to Zhang Jiangshan's words?

When he returned to his residence, he found that he was injured and nervous, so he hurriedly brought medicine and bandages.

After several bandages, the blood flow from the wound finally stopped.

"Little brother, why did you hurt your hand so carelessly?"

Liang Qiufeng said with a smile: "In order to choose a good sword, you have to pay some price. ”

"Good sword, do you have a good sword?"

I'm very happy.

She was worried that Liang Qiufeng had no sword to use, and she wanted to return the secret weapon mid-grade long sword to Liang Qiufeng, but Liang Qiufeng insisted on not wanting to.

"Well, it's the Wounded Sword. ”

"Wounded Sword?"

I didn't know how good the sword was, but I just saw that the sword was not in good shape, so I reached out and touched it.

"Be careful!"

Liang Qiufeng's reminder was still a little late.

Phew!

The blade of the sword was like a ray, and the finger of the dead was cut a small hole, and the red blood flowed out at once.

What a sharp sword!

This time, it was Liang Qiufeng's turn to bandage her and quipped: "Young, now you accidentally injured your hand." ”

was returned by the original words, and his face couldn't help but turn red, and what was even worse was that Liang Qiufeng's bandaging technique was very rough. Ten fingers connected to her heart, so that her tears were about to drip from her pain.

But somehow, while the pain is in pain, the girl's heart is very happy.

"Little brother, you're going to Taicheng soon. ”

"Well, we'll be going in five days. ”

"I'll wait for you to come back. ”

"I will definitely be back. (To be continued.) )