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"The Chinese will brag and blow those broken copper and iron to the gods, and the results are all vulnerable, who will come?" The mustache checked the demon knife in his hand, and it was unscathed, so he began to brag loudly.

The onlookers were all angry, but they couldn't say a word, because if they didn't suppress the katana in the mustache's hand, they wouldn't have the right to speak.

"I'm a museum, not a place to play with swords." Brother Badou could only squeeze to the front of the crowd, because this was his territory, and if something like this happened, he couldn't shrink his head.

When the mustache saw the fat man, his eyes immediately lit up: "Mr. Gao Badou, it's an honor to meet you." ”

Brother Badou couldn't help but scratch the back of his head: Am I so famous, and it has spread to Dongying?

Then I heard the mustache continue: "Mr. Yato, I also want to thank you, auctioning this treasure knife, I can be honored to be its owner, thank you so much-"

Is this Xie Li or a loss to me-Brother Badou couldn't help but blush, this little devil is really annoying when he speaks. So he snorted twice in his nose: "Muramasa Demon Knife, if there is no Great Cultivator, I am afraid that I will not be able to control it, and I will be injured by the Demon Knife in the end." ”

That's right, in Japan, the Muramasa knife is called a demon knife precisely because of this. Unexpectedly, the mustache didn't care: "Mr. Yato, since you have abandoned this village as if you were a shoe, then you must have a better sword in your hand." Do you dare to try it with me? ”

This moment. Brother Badou has a feeling of being cocooned and self-bound. I knew that the little devil was playing this hand, so I wouldn't auction the demon knife. At that time, there was a bad breath, but now that people are looking for a place, how to deal with it?

Although he can get rid of these little devils by virtue of his identity as the curator, this will not fundamentally solve the problem and will only increase the laughter.

But if he was asked to immediately find a sword and sword to fight with others, he really couldn't find this kind of magic weapon, and he would definitely lose worse than Diao Er. For a while, Brother Badou was also here, and he didn't know what to do.

"Swords are dead things, and the people who use them are the key, so I will hold this broken blade, and you dare to fight with me!" Although Diao Lao Er lost for a while just now, he didn't lose in his ability, so he was not convinced, and he directly challenged the mustache.

The sword has no eyes, and the mustache doesn't have the guts. And I saw Diao Lao Er's murderous spirit, with a posture of wanting to kill people. He didn't dare to do anything, but sneered again and again: "I don't fight bravely with others, I only try the edge of the sword, can't you take out a decent sword in a big country?" ”

There was silence all around, and people's hearts were on fire, but in the end they were all replaced by a kind of sadness. The atmosphere inside the museum suddenly became extremely depressing.

"Hehe, I'll try." A happy voice suddenly came, the sound was actually not loud, it was slow, with a playful taste, but in this deathly quiet atmosphere, it was particularly harsh.

People followed the prestige, and it turned out that it was an old man who spoke, only to see him with silver beard and white hair, and a childish face, looking like a fairy wind and bones. Especially the smiling and non-smiling face on his face, as if a qiē was a floating cloud in his eyes.

The grandmaster is magnificent, he must be a master outside the world, and he can't help but teach the rampant little devil a lesson-people suddenly lift their spirits, and their eyes become extremely eager. Even if this one sacrificed a flying sword, they all took it for granted.

Brother Badou looked at it, and his fat face turned bitter: "Second uncle, don't follow blindly at this time!" ”

Several old men from the nursing home also came over to pull: "Tattered King, be careful not to be touched by a knife." The old white head also laughed and teased: "What do you say you are doing here, it's not in tatters-"

"Hehe, the house is full of rags." The tattered king turned around in place, and his fingers followed suit, not to mention, aren't antiques just tattered in his eyes?

is the so-called judging people by their appearance, losing their son and feather, everyone just a little bit understood: it turned out to be a crazy old man, cough, I thought there was a master outside the world, but it's a pity that this style is done.

Just when people were disappointed, they saw the Tattered King slowly take out a bronze sword from the booth and come to the mustache with both hands. Looking at his posture, everyone was really worried that the sword would fall and pierce him in the face.

"Come on, try." The Tattered King still had an unfathomable smile on his face, and for a moment it was impossible to figure out his depth. The ghost hand Gao Tian was closest to the Tattered King, and he couldn't help but go up and ask in a low voice: "Master, is it okay?" ”

"Who knows, you only know if you try." The Tattered King was a pragmatist, slowly raising his bronze sword with both hands. This sword should have been cast in the Warring States period, the item is still in good condition, the sword body is bronze, but the blade part does not know what elements have been added, and it is quite sharp. Brother Badou tried, and if he used it to cut paper, he could cut five or six sheets at a time. However, if it is compared with the Demon Sword Village, it is obviously not at the same level.

Brother Badou originally wanted to go up and persuade him, so as not to spoil a bronze ancient sword. But thinking about the miracle that had happened to the King of Tatters, he chose to acquiesce: what if it can be done!

The mustache holding the demon sword in his hand also carefully looked at the bronze sword in the hand of the Tattered King, and then shook his head contemptuously: "Victory is not martial-"

"Win first!" The fat man roared, giving the King of Rags a boost. As a result, he snorted coldly, which frightened his second uncle's hand, and when he snorted, the bronze sword fell to the ground.

It seems that there is no need to compare anymore - everyone is extremely disappointed in their hearts, and some people are ready to shake their heads and leave, after all, watching the little devil show off his power here, isn't it looking for grievances?

At this time, the Tattered King bent down again and picked up the sword, and then looked calmly ahead, his gaze was not at all cloudy like that of the old man, but as clear as a child, but his gaze was a little unfocused, and he did not know where it had fallen. From the perspective of an onlooker, the gaze is incomparably profound, as if pondering an incomparably profound philosophical question: Where do I come from? Where are you going?

"Are you better than you?" The mustache was a little hairy at his unique gaze.

"Come!" A word came out of the mouth of the Tattered King. Then wave your arms. Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and then they heard a loud sound, and another half-truncated blade fell to the ground. The whole process is so fast that it is beyond the reach of the eye. Therefore, the vast majority of people did not see clearly how the sword was split, nor did they see the process of the sword intersecting.

Only a few people present could see it clearly, and Brother Badou was one of them. His little eyes widened suddenly, and there was a look of incredulity in them.

Although the others knew that this mentally problematic old man would definitely be defeated, they still looked at the ground with the intention of what to do, and then, their eyes widened in unison, and an exclamation of amazement rang out in the silent exhibition hall.

The broken blade that fell to the ground was the demon knife Muramasa!

How could this be - even the mustache was covered, and he raised the remaining half of the katana in his hand to his eyes, yes, the tip of the knife was missing. It looks like it's about a bunch long. At this moment, this demon knife village is looking so ugly.

"Nope. You deceive! Where did the mustache withstand such a blow, and screamed hysterically.

The ghost hand Gao Tian immediately snatched the bronze sword in the hand of the Broken King and protected it in front of the master, and after the blow just now, a gap also appeared in the blade of the bronze sword, about a centimeter deep. However, this does not damage its beauty, on the contrary, a sword to cut the demon sword Muramasa, this sword is destined to become famous all over the world because of this gap. Gao Tian also became high-spirited because of this: "Phew, you think you are at the gambling table, and if you say something, you will come out of it!" ”

Oh—the crowd erupted in cheers, and the sound was like a sharp sword, stabbing the mustache to pieces, and he turned the half of the katana and wiped it on his neck. Thankfully, his companion was quick and pushed his elbow, and the katana sank downward, slashing over the mustache's shoulder.

It was worthy of a treasure sword, and a large piece of the belt meat was sliced off, and the mustache threw the katana on the ground in pain, and then rolled all over the ground.

"Hurry up and send this gentleman to the hospital, let's say okay, this is his self-harm, and our museum is not responsible!" Brother Badou finally raised his eyebrows this time. When the mustache was carried away by his companions, he didn't forget to say twice: "I said a long time ago, the Demon Knife Village is a bad thing, it will cause harm to the user, you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you!" ”

A few Japanese guests could only go away in a wolf, and if they didn't win, they didn't have the right to speak, and they finally got a feel for the spectators just now. It is said that feng shui turns in turns, but this one is too fast.

Sending away these evil guests, the fat man came back to take a look, only to see that people had surrounded the tattered king three layers inside and three layers outside, probably in their opinion, this old man with fairy wind and bones is definitely a hidden and wise master.

Of course, there are also people who believe that this bronze sword must be a divine weapon. Because judging from the situation where the mustache was injured just now, the demon knife village is absolutely fine. And the bronze sword can defeat the demon sword, isn't it even more extraordinary?

There are not a few people who think this way, but it definitely does not include fat people, nor does it include Diao Laoer. I saw him walk up to the Tattered King and give a deep salute: "Seniors have good eyesight!" ”

What does this have to do with eyesight - everyone is like falling into the clouds.

Maybe only Brother Badou can know what Diao Lao Er said, just now at the moment when the swords intersected, the tattered king took out his sword like electricity, and he didn't give the mustache any time to react at all, from the perspective of potential, he completely took the initiative.

But if that's all it takes, it's not enough, because the bronze sword and the demon sword village are not at the same level at all. The reason why the Rag King was able to cut off the demon knife was because his sword slashed at the most vulnerable part of the knife body, that is, the place where the sword of Diao Lao Er met just now.

Although on the surface, the Demon Sword Village is not damaged in the slightest, but Diao Laoer's short sword is also extremely good, and it still causes damage to the inside of the Demon Knife. And the sword of the Tattered King happened to be cut in that place, which hit the demon sword Muramasa at a very small price.

That's why Diao Lao Er admired the Broken King's eyesight so much, even if he was replaced by a martial arts practice for decades, I am afraid that he will not have this ability. (To be continued......) I752