Volume 1 Lone Snow Sword Saint Chapter 246 Lost Sword!
One of the three magic weapons in the world!
As Songtao's words fell, everyone looked at each other.
I saw a wave of Songtao's sleeve robe, and suddenly a vast ghost aura rippled throughout the audience, and the surrounding temperature dropped, and suddenly only heard the ghost crying wolf howl, and the faint spread out, as if hovering in everyone's ears.
Suddenly, Jian Wuming and Duan Yuran both looked at each other, their eyes were hot, and the hell pregnant spirit and divine soul law on Duan Yuran's body were even more imminent.
I saw a sword shadow slowly emerging from the counter, this is an ancient sword with a dark body, the sword body has a Dao chain entanglement, a stream of black gas intertwined out, its Dao Dao is surrounded by a color ghost on its sword body, the appearance of this sword suddenly emitted a vast and terrifying aura, making everyone in the audience feel chills all over the body.
Between the hilt of his sword was a dark green gem, and among the gems was a crimson spirit looming.
Everyone was shocked to see such a scene.
Because this spirit body is the most terrifying part of the magic weapon.
Sword Spirit!
With the appearance of this sword, everyone in the audience felt a feeling of suffocation, which showed the horror of this sword, and the eyes of all forces were hot.
"A hundred years ago, a force called the Forged Sword Villa was wiped out by the Demon Cult that was rampant in the world at that time. ”
"The 10,000 sword forging masters in this sword forging villa are all tragically killed, and its sword forging spectrum is scattered in the world, and only one person survives in its big mountain villa, which is one of the few tragedies in the history of the Central Plains so far. Song Tao's sad words slowly spread, and the sad and plain words exploded like thunder in the hearts of all the warriors present.
A wave of sadness spread unprovokedly through the hearts of everyone.
Xiao Jiange and the others also listened quietly.
"You guessed right, the Sword Forging Mountain Villa a hundred years ago was the predecessor of our Sword Forging Mountain, and the sword forging spectrum scattered among the people is the reason for the creation of many sword forging masters in the Central Plains today, and the only survivor"
"It's our Sword Casting Mountain Lord, Dust Without Edge!" Song Tao said slowly.
Boom, a few bland words resounded in everyone's hearts like thunder on the ground.
Shocked! This is the feeling of the martial artists in the audience, including Xiao Jiange and others.
In just a few words, it tells so much about the past.
"It turns out that Sword Casting Mountain came from like this," Duan Yuran muttered, his eyes revealing disbelief.
"The people of the Demon Sect are too cruel, and 10,000 lives died so tragically. Nangong Song and Dance was shocked, and couldn't calm down for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh.
Zhu Wen's eyes flickered, and there was a little shock in his eyes.
Demon Cult, is there such a past? 10,000 lives
Zhu Wen secretly thought in his heart that the belief in his heart had loosened a little.
"It turns out that the predecessors of the dust still have such a past. Xiao Jiange was suddenly shocked, and when he thought of this, there were some tears in his eyes.
"I didn't expect him to have such an experience, but it was beyond my expectations, no wonder he was so bitter about the people of the Demon Sect. Jian Nameless looked in a trance, and secretly thought in his heart that he had some sympathy.
He doesn't know whether he sympathizes with himself or has no edge in the dust, perhaps, both.
There are many things in the world that are wonderful, and there are some people and things that always resonate with people.
People can often be at a glance or a touch with each other, and the heart is clear, and the heart is feeling.
This kind of person, called the same kind of person, only needs to say a word or a thing to each other, and the hearts of both can be understood.
"When the Sword Casting Mountain Villa was born, the reason why it was able to gather the entire Central Plains to create Sword Casting Mountain overnight was such a force. Song Tao said calmly, his language was plain but full of all kinds of tastes.
Since he has practiced sword forging spectrum, he is a part of Sword Casting Mountain, which is why every sword forging master believes in Sword Casting Mountain. Number Seven
To be a man should be grateful for his kindness, and to be rewarded by the grace of his forging sword spectrum.
This is also the reason why every swordsmith is willing to leave his life's sword intent in the Hundred Swords Forest when he dies
It is not only the grace of forging the sword spectrum forging the sword villa, but also believing that it is a person who has no edge in the dust.
"And this sword in front of me is made from the corpses of the ten thousand people who died tragically in the Sword Forging Mountain Villa, and the person who cast it is our Sword Forging Mountain Master Chen Wufeng!" Song Tao said slowly, getting to the point.
"Tens of thousands of unjust souls have gathered to create sword spirits, and the mountain lord has a wish, hoping that the lord of this sword can use this sword to kill the demon sect demon."
"Let this sword show its might, and give justice to those unjust souls. ”
"Therefore, the lord of the mountain named this sword "
"Mourn the sword! Song Tao said in a heavy and deep voice, with a sense of sadness in his voice.
The words fell, and suddenly Xiao Jiange, Zhu Wen, and Nangong Song and Dance all looked at Duan Yuran.
Duan Yuran's eyes trembled even more, and it was difficult to suppress the excitement on his face, and his eyes revealed fiery and longing.
This sword is literally made for itself!
"This sword is exchanged for an eight-rank pill!, but there are bidders," Song Tao said slowly.
When the words fell, the audience was silent, and everyone only felt bitter in their hearts.
It is also rare to look at the entire Central Plains.
"Oh, it's a pity" A voice of regret suddenly came from the VIP room where the Medicine King Valley was located, and the two old men of the Medicine King Valley suddenly regretted that they only had seven pins of pills on their trip
I didn't expect the value of his swordsmith's magic weapon to be so high, even if he was the master of the valley, it was difficult to refine the eight-rank pill casually.
Suddenly, everyone in the audience looked at the VIP room where the Medicine King Valley was located.
If the audience can have the strength to shoot this mourning sword, I am afraid that only the Medicine King Valley will be.
At this moment, the remorseful intestines of the two old men in the Medicine King Valley were blue.
Duan Yuran showed a bitter smile on his face, looked at Zhu Wen and said
"Brother Zhu, Duan Yuran has never asked anyone in his life, this time, Yuran begged Brother Zhu to help me. Duan Yuran looked at Zhu Wen and knelt down on one knee, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice
The three of them were all moved.
I didn't expect Duan Yuran to make such a move.
Zhu Wen's face was moved, but then he shook his head helplessly and said, "If you say that I can help you with pills, martial arts, etc., but even if this eight-grade pill is mine, I really can't do anything." ”
What Zhu Wen said was indeed the truth, and there were only a handful of Eight Rank Pills in the entire Central Plains, and half of them were in the Medicine King Valley.
There are nine grades of pills, and the nine grades are extinct in the world, even the medicine king valley master Huang Yaoshi has only successfully refined one nine-grade pill in his life.
The ninth grade is already the best, and the eighth grade is only below it, so you can imagine how difficult it is.
Duan Yuran, Xiao Jiange, Nangong Song and Dance, all sighed.
"I'll produce an eight-rank pill hematopoietic pill!" Just when everyone was silent, a voice slowly sounded, making the faces of everyone in the audience change.
Even Songtao's eyes couldn't help but stare at the moment.
The one who opened his mouth was a nameless sword!