219 Spirit Sword Recognizes Lord

"What Miss Ran said makes sense, it's worth a try."

But the question is who is willing to try, and the three masters have all failed.

"I'll come." Ran Zhirou took the matter on herself, and at this time, she was the only one who stood up.

The others all stepped back and handed over the task to Ran Zhirou. In order to avoid being injured by the sword qi, they all kept a proper distance.

Ran Zhirou approached the sword pool step by step, and the closer she got to the sword pool, the more powerful the sword qi she felt. She didn't have any resistance, she endured it and didn't resist it with internal force, step by step, letting the sharp sword qi sweep through her entire body and mind, frowning and constantly walking towards the sword pool.

"Lady Ran is really powerful, she just carried it hard, and she didn't use any internal strength."

"But will this be devoured by sword qi?"

"Probably not, don't you see that Lady Ran has already come here?"

"That's not for sure, this sword qi is very powerful, if you really don't resist, it is very likely to be swallowed by the sword qi."

Sun Mubai completely ignored the conversation of the people behind him, no matter how much these people talked, no matter how worried they were, it was impossible to go up to replace Ran Ran. He wanted to go, but he ......

Sun Mubai glanced at Huangfu Zhongzhong, and finally chose to be silent.

Ranran, you must not have anything to do, promise me.

"Closer, closer, just a little bit." The people behind all breathed a sigh of relief for Ran Zhirou, and Ran Zhirou, who kept moving forward, finally stopped. She couldn't go any further, because she could feel that the sword had awakened. She could feel the sound of the sword buzzing and vibrating in its scabbard, a warning to her that if she took one step further, she would probably die under it.

"What's wrong, why don't you leave?" Ren Zongyue was in a hurry, they thought about it for so long, and finally stood in front of this sword, but they could only watch and there was nothing they could do.

"Lady Ran, what's wrong, go a little further, you're about to run into it."

"Shut up!" Sun Mubai glanced at him, and all the people behind him closed their mouths. Talking about worry, these people don't care about Ran Ran's life or death at all, they just have that sword in their eyes.

Ran Zhirou took a deep breath and slowly stretched out.

It can't be used to fight it with internal force, and it is not okay to bear it with the body, so what if she changes the way and uses pure soft internal force to attract it and let it take the bait?

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"Xiao Rou'er, come, come here." The Sword Master held an orange, tossed it up and down, and stretched out his hand with a smile at the little Ran Zhirou.

Ran Zhirou smiled coquettishly, walked on his two little short legs, and ran towards the Sword Saint a few steps away.

But whenever Ran Zhirou thought she was going to throw herself into her grandfather's arms, her grandfather always stood a few steps away from him.

"Grandpa, grandpa, oranges—"

"Xiao Rou'er, come over if you want."

But Ran Zhirou worked hard for a year or two years, but she couldn't keep up with the footsteps of the Sword Saint. And later, Ran Zhirou finally knew a good way. She knew that her grandfather felt sorry for her, and he would never bear to watch her fall and not help her. So the clever little Rou'er was running towards him as if she was accidentally crooked to the side.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, the figure of the Sword Master arrived as scheduled, holding her whole body in his arms.

Ran Zhirou didn't know why she suddenly remembered this at this time, but a white light suddenly popped out of her brain.

Ran Zhirou shot a quick shot, and the person quickly retreated, just after the sword thought that Ran Zhirou had retreated, Ran Zhirou turned over violently, sucked the sword directly with a pair of fleshy palms, and pocketed the sword.

"Sit down! God, how did this work! ”

"Why is it all of a sudden?" They thought Ran Zhirou had given up.

"This sword is spiritual, I played a little trick, and it will be in my hands." The blood-red sword in his hand is still struggling unwillingly, but once he holds it in his hand, he becomes the owner of this sword, even if he is unwilling, he will not hurt its owner.

The qiē it is doing now is like a child throwing a tantrum with an adult. Ran Zhirou didn't care, she didn't know the characteristics of this sword at first, until she recalled a scene she experienced with her grandfather when she was a child, and she suddenly remembered that she had seen an introduction to this sword on Qiongshan Guza.

If they knew the truth, even if they didn't want to fight for their lives, they wouldn't let others touch this sword, let alone let him take it into his pocket.

"What kind of sword is this sword, so magical?"

"This is the Sengoku Divine Sword Lingzi Sword!" Huangfu stared in the direction of Ran Zhirou and didn't squeak for a long time.

"That's right, Ye Daxia is very knowledgeable." It seems that Ye Sang has understood, since he can tell the origin of this sword in one word, then he must also know that this sword only recognizes its first owner.

And to sever the master-servant relationship with this sword and pass it on to others, it is necessary to sacrifice the sword with the blood of the previous master.

The sword is also faithful, but also cruel. When it smells the blood of its master, it is no longer a loyal swordsman, but a sword demon who kills the master.

There are not many people in this world who can control this sword.

As a sword master, not only must you have overwhelming strength, but you must also avoid shedding blood on this sword. On the contrary, when the sword sees the blood of others, the sword becomes more aggressive, and it doubles the power of the person who wields the sword.

This sword is so dangerous that not only its opponents are afraid of it, but even its owner is afraid of it. But rumor has it that there was a sword master who was different. This sword master, when he was scarred and blood was spilled on the Lingzi sword, this sword still did not kill the master.

But no one knows how he did it, and no one even knows who he is. This matter has always been a secret, and some people have said that if anyone knows this secret, they can become the real sword master and unify the entire martial arts.

And now that this sword is in Ran Zhirou's hands, even if she wants to change hands, this sword will not go back to find a new owner, unless Ran Zhirou falls.

There was already murderous intent in Huangfu's eyes, whoever took this sword was the owner of this sword. And this sword is his, then whoever has this sword in his hands will have to die!

It's time for the game to end here, and it's time to decide the winner.

The others, who didn't know that the battle was about to start, said to Ran Zhirou with great interest: "Lady Ran, take this sword and take a look, what is the mystery in this sword?" ”

In this cave, there is only this sword, and no one knows that the mystery of the spirit is this thing. Then all the puzzles are in this sword, as long as Ran Zhirou takes out this sword and lets everyone take a closer look.

However, the crowd found that no one responded to their words.

"Lady Ran, what does this mean, do you want to keep this sword for yourself?" R1152