Swords, like people, actually have names. It's just that unlike people, people can change their names in the process of growing up. But swords are different, they are given a name after they are cast, and that name will accompany them for the rest of their lives.

And the origin of the name is that according to their performance at the moment of successful casting, excellent swords will naturally have an excellent name, such as Xuanyuan Sword, such as Fish Intestine Sword. The worse swords have only one common name, and most of them are Qingfeng swords. So from the side, if you want to know how good a sword is, you have to look at what its name is.

But what made Wu Ling very strange was that the sword lying in his hand was actually called three feet, a unit used to indicate length. Could it be that the craftsman who greeted it was too casual and casually took such a name? Of course it can't be, as can be seen from the neat handwriting on the scabbard, when carving these two words, the craftsman was attentive, even meticulous, because the scabbard was carved seamlessly, without any flaws.

Slowly pulled out the sword, and there was no sound in the process, and the design of the scabbard also shows the craftsman's intentions. Like the scabbard, the sword body is pitch black, as if even the eye can attract attention. The blade is not sharp, but it has a feeling that it can smash everything, and it is comfortable to hold in the hand, and there is no abruptness. It's a very good sword.

But when Wu Ling took out the sword, he understood why the sword was placed on the ground, and did not receive the same treatment as other swords, because the sword was 'dead'.

This kind of 'death' is naturally different from the death of ordinary people, and the 'death' of this sword does not have any surname, to put it simply, it has no effect of amplification. Unlike other swords, when used, they are affected by the sword itself, which will make the user's mind stronger, the speed of the sword is faster, and even the sword will gain great power from the sword.

But the sword in his hand didn't, it didn't have any amplification effect, it was just a simple sword itself, and nothing else.

Gently stroking the sword body, Wu Ling had a feeling of regret, such regret was not only for him, but also for the craftsman. He kind of understood why the scabbard was so beautiful, it was actually the tomb of the sword!

The sword is beautiful, very beautiful, but it is like a sleeping beauty, with a peerless face, but it can never wake up, this is perhaps the most painful thing in the world!

Looking at the calm sword body, Wu Ling's heart suddenly moved, what if he gave the sword in front of him a kind of soul? For example, the unicorn in his mind? Holding the sword in both hands, he visualized the fourth picture with all his might.

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After all, Shao Zikang came to ask for a sword, and it brought a lot of sincerity, so it was impossible for Su Tong to just leave the other party alone, but personally help the other party introduce the origin of the sword, so that Shao Zikang could choose. Wu Ling is a student, so it's okay to wait a bit.

And when Su Tong introduced Shao Zikang, the girl behind Shao Zikang would pay attention to Wu Ling from time to time. She was indeed very curious about this young man who was about the same age as herself in front of her, but was admitted by his master to have superb swordsmanship.

At first, the other party was still carefully looking at the sword on the shelf, but now the other party is holding a black sword in the corner and doesn't know what to do! This made the girl even more curious, could it be that the other party found something good? Just as she was about to take a closer look, she suddenly found that a huge monster phantom was faintly rising behind the young man, like a totem!

The girl was startled, and couldn't help but rub her eyes, and when she looked again, the phantom just now disappeared directly, as if she had seen it wrong.

"What's wrong? Xiao Jing? The girl's movements still attracted the attention of Shao Zikang beside her, and she couldn't help but ask out loud. The girl named Sun Jing in front of her is the daughter of her friend, because her family is good, so she has been learning kendo since she was a child, and later she joined his door to formally learn actual combat kendo. Although the girl is not big, she has always been very sensible and steady, and he is still very satisfied with the apprentice in front of him.

"Nothing, master!" Sun Jing hesitated slightly, but in the end she still didn't say everything she had just seen. Because what I just saw was so weird, it is estimated that even if he said it, the master would not believe it, and thought she was dazzled.

Suddenly, she didn't notice the master answering herself, and looked up. Between Shao Zikang and Su Tong, who was on the side, they looked at the corner with a dull expression, their eyes full of shock.

Sun Jing followed the line of sight of the two, and saw that the young man who was calm just now had now raised the sword in his hand, and the original black sword body was now shining with dazzling light.

An inexplicable voice sounded in the hearts ......of several people.

"Pop ......"

The sword in Su Tong's hand that was about to be handed to Shao Zikang fell to the ground.

"So, what's that?"

Sun Jing covered her mouth in horror, her eyes staring at the corner like day.

As far as the sight of several people, a monster phantom that occupied the entire room towered, completely surrounding the young man, a pair of white wings behind him gently stretched, and there was a spiral-shaped single horn on his high forehead.

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In the dark space, Wu Ling stood quietly, and a huge monster in front of him was looking at him faintly. A single horn, a horse's head, and white wings.

"You're a unicorn!" Wu Ling was shocked and unconsciously took a step back. No matter how elegant the unicorn looks, it is still a beast of prey, and it is like playing with him.

He obviously wanted to inject the three-foot sword with the special surname of a unicorn in the room just now, but how did he come here in a blink of an eye.

The place where he stood at his feet was like the surface of the water, and as Wu Ling retreated, he rippled in circles to both sides.

"Click......

Suddenly, a shrouded crack appeared in front of Wu Ling.

The entire space seemed to have been punched hard, and countless spiderweb-like cracks spread along this crack. It was like a bubble, and the picture in front of me burst completely.

His eyes darkened, and Wu Ling returned to the room where the sword was selected again.

"It's!" He stared blankly at the arm in front of him. Countless fine blue scales loomed on it. Holding a black sword high in both hands, the sword was only halfway drawn. The snow is as bright as a mirror, and the sword body clearly reflects his current appearance.

It was a face with glowing blue eyes.

In an instant, the scales disappeared, and the luster in his eyes faded rapidly.

The huge unicorn behind him slowly shrank, quietly pouring into the three-foot sword in his hand. In about half a minute or so, the huge totem behind Wu Ling completely entered the three-foot sword, the original light also disappeared completely, and the corner returned to darkness again.

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"Master, were we dazzled just now?" Asked in a whispered voice of apprehension.

Shao Zikang gritted his teeth: "You don't have dazzle, that's potential." It is a special aura that only top kendo masters have. Using their own cultivation and skills, they can achieve the effect of pressing the opponent's eyeballs with air to produce special hallucinations. ”

"But master, why did that totem disappear later?" Sun Jing was still curious.

"No, that's not disappearing, it's the sword he poured into his hand!" Before Shao Zikang could answer, Su Tong on the side said directly. At this time, he looked at Wu Ling's eyes, as if Scrooge had seen a peerless treasure.

"Congratulations, Old Man Su!" Shao Zikang congratulated Su Tong beside him with a little complication.

"Haha...... Rejoice, rejoice! At this time, Su Tong couldn't close his mouth with a smile. Master Shao, you can take the sword here, take whatever you want, I'll give you free! "As a half-adept, he knew what it meant.

"Then it's disrespectful!" Shao Zikang didn't shirk either, compared to that young man, these swords were not even mud.

Wei Tong chewed wax and chose a sharp sword with bloodthirst, and Shao Zikang and Sun Jing retreated absentmindedly.

After walking a few steps, Shao Zikang suddenly stopped and turned to look at the apprentice in front of him.

"Xiao Jing!"

"Master?" Sun Jing was still respectful, although the scene just now shocked her.

"If I die, you can go find this Wu Ling!"

"Master!" Sun Jing couldn't help but feel sad, she knew very well what he meant by the teacher in front of her who was also a teacher and a friend to her. The enemy they had to face this time was not simply a northern sword master.

"If the master dies, I won't survive, I will follow the master!" Sun Jing said affirmatively.

"What kind of stupid thing to say, you have to live well, there is hope in life!" Shao Zikang didn't have the bitterness until now, but laughed directly, rubbed Sun Jing's head, and said.

"Go after that young man, he has the strongest power I've ever seen in my life!! Perhaps," he looked up at a bird that suddenly flew by in the sky. "He's going to be the strongest swordsman ever!"

Sun Jing suddenly changed color! Wen is not the first, Wu is the second, especially the kendo master. The sword represents sharpness, and the loss of these two words represents what it represents, she knows very well in her heart.

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At the same time, on the national highway into Magnolia, a silver-gray sedan sped by. After entering Yulan City, the car slowly stopped next to the road, the window of the cab was lowered, and a strong smell of blood broke out. Then a bald head sticks out of the window, and the most striking thing is a scar on the left side of the other person's face that cuts through the corner of the eye.

Looking at the scenery outside, the bald head pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly: "Jiji, Yulan City, I, Li Long, are back alive again!" It's just that the smile that originally represented kindness was even more terrifying against the backdrop of a series of scars.

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