Guan Jia suddenly discovered that there was a white gas overflowing from outside Wu Jian's body, and that white gas was the white aura.

"How is this possible!?" Guan Jia couldn't believe it.

Wu Jian waved his thin sword lightly, with a contemptuous smile, and said: "You must be very strange, how can I, as an artificial human, have the aura!? Actually, we are no different from human beings now, and we are pure human beings in any respect! Since human beings can cultivate immortals, I am naturally able to do it too." I have studied a large number of documents and found that there are very ancient human beings who have the ability to ascend to the feather, and there are also some cultivators who are extremely powerful. Powerful enough to open mountains and crack rocks, powerful enough to burn the sky and boil the sea! Finally, one day, I discovered that there is a kind of void energy in this world, the power of aura! Through the small records of various ancient books, through the analysis of my brain, I finally cracked all this. So, don't you think it's strange? In this age of hot weapons, I actually let my army practice swords! The reality is as you can see, I succeeded, and my swordsmen are so powerful that those cannons and bullets can't defeat them!"

Wu Jian was very proud, with a complacent appearance, and the white aura around his body caused his robe to sway gently, and his long hair also trembled.

Behind him, the group of beautiful women all showed extremely adoring expressions.

Guan Jia's heartstrings trembled slightly, when can he be like this, such a pretend, let a group of beauties surround him, and show himself such an expression of adoration!?

"Hahaha!! I not only cultivated the aura, but also cultivated the technique!!Use the aura to bless the sword, and increase the strength of the combat power!You watch!" Wu Jian said, gently throwing the thin sword in his hand, the thin sword was suspended in front of him like a gravitational force, and then he held the hilt of the sword and slashed it hard.

"Buzz!!" the dagger spun at high speed, turning into a white glow, like lightning.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Jian bit the tip of his tongue, stained the tip of his tongue with a little blood with his fingertips, and gently flung this drop of blood towards the thin sword.

Blood fell into the swirling rapier.

"Zheng !!" Suddenly, the thin sword that originally emitted white glow emitted red blood, and made a sound of contention, like a living thing.

"Go!!" Then, Wu Jianshou gestured with his sword and pointed at Guan Jia.

The thin sword hummed and shot at Guan Jia at a rapid pace.

Before Guan Jia could react, the thin sword cut a cut on his face, and then circled around and returned to Wu Jian's body.

"How!?This is called sacrificing the sword with blood!" Wu Jian was unhurried, casual and indifferent, and he didn't seem to have any intention of fighting Guan Jia, or rather, he didn't put Guan Jia in his eyes at all.

Guan Jia wiped the blood on his cheek, and the blood was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. He didn't immediately attack Wu Jian, first, Wu Jian was really powerful, he needed to observe carefully and figure out how to fight to defeat him. Second, Guan Jia also wanted to hear about the method and effectiveness of this Wu Jian's blessing with sword techniques and aura.

Wu Jian also intended to show off his appearance, and continued: "I think you also know that swords have sword spirits! When a sword is tempered and reaches a certain level, it will evolve into a sword spirit. Just like an inanimate thing cultivated into a living thing, or like some animals cultivated into a spirit, it is all the same truth. When the sword gives birth to the sword spirit, it needs to be sacrificed. The so-called sacrificial refinement, one is sacrifice, and the other is refining. Sacrifice, to put it in layman's terms, is to feed it nutrients, just as ordinary people need to eat to increase their energy. Refining is quenching, or burning, or beating...... Just as people need to exercise to make their bodies stronger and stronger!"

Guan Jia listened to Wu Jian's words, it was like an enlightenment, and he suddenly understood everything, and unconsciously waited for his eyes to be round like a billiards.

"You mean to say that if you sacrifice her with my blood, she will become strong!" I don't know when, Guan Jia actually held the Eternal Spirit Sword in his hand.

"Hmph, what you are holding in your hand is a sword!!You must know that the sword is the first of the weapons!!" Wu Jian said disdainfully, "Moreover, you don't know the method and mystery of the sacrifice at all, how can you succeed in the sacrifice!?"

"Zheng Zheng Zheng !!"

Hearing Wu Jian's words, the Eternal Spirit Sword suddenly bloomed with a white glow, shining brightly, obviously dissatisfied.

At that moment, Guan Jia was concentrating and suddenly bit the tip of his tongue. The first time he bit the tip of his tongue, he felt some pain, and blood filled his mouth.

"Poof!!!" Then, Guan Jia picked up the Eternal Spirit Knife and sprayed wildly at the Eternal Spirit Knife.

The Eternal Spirit Knife was all soaked in Guan Jia's blood, and the white light emitted was instantly dimmed, like a flame extinguished by water.

"You're stupid!!spurting so much blood!!" Suddenly, a voice sounded in Guan Jia's mind, this voice had already begun to be a little feminine, and the Yongling Knife was really a mother's.

Touched by the words of the Eternal Spirit Knife so caringly, Guan Jia was extremely moved. In this world, I may not be able to find a woman who agrees with me, at least I have the Eternal Spirit Knife to accompany me.

Suddenly, a sense of urgency, a sense of oppression, and a sense of crisis emerged in Guan Jia's heart. Because he remembered Jiang Xiran, the woman he loved, but he was not able to protect it. That feeling of powerlessness made Guan Jia grit his teeth.

If your strength is not enough, there will inevitably be many people who will come to fight for the Eternal Spirit Knife, if you snatch the Eternal Spirit Knife, what can you do!?

For the Yongling Knife, Guan Jia has long not regarded it as just a knife for cooking, but a friend, a close friend.

People really need an object to confide in, to pour out their inner thoughts and pains, so that their hearts can be maintained at a balanced level. Otherwise, when the inner anguish accumulates more and more, and becomes heavier and heavier, a person is likely to go crazy.

The Yongling Knife is the object of Guan Jia's confiding.

Now that he has lost his relatives and loved ones, he can no longer lose the Eternal Spirit Knife!

In a person's life, there must be at least one thing that needs to be guarded with his life, so that such a life can be called a real life.

When Guan Jia was full of emotions, he found that the Eternal Spirit Knife in his hand had begun to change.

Guan Jia knew that the Yongling Sword liked to drink human blood, which turned out to be a reason for the need for sacrifice. Now using his own blood to refine the Eternal Spirit Knife is obviously a good effect!