Chapter 5: Demon Sword

Brother Chun slowly opened his eyes, and he saw a pale little face, and there was still a trace of dirt on his face.

Zhao Xiaofeng smiled, revealing his little white teeth: "Uncle, why are you lying here?...... Your mouth is bleeding......"

Brother Chun looked at Zhao Xiaofeng in surprise: "This is ...... What the...... Place ......"

Zhao Xiaofeng scratched his head: "What's the matter, don't you know? This is the Nine Cliffs, and the big stone in front of it is still written!"

As soon as he heard the words "Nine Cliffs", Brother Chun was frightened, and he looked around with difficulty: "Monsters...... What about the tiger python?"

Zhao Xiaofeng didn't know what he was talking about, so he muttered and muttered to himself: "What monster...... Why didn't I see ......?"

Brother Chun's eyes searched around, with a look of surprise and puzzlement. There had just been a bloody fight, but now there was not a trace left, the corpses of his companions, the blood stains on the ground, the scattered weapons, the scales of the tiger python, everything was gone. It's as if nothing has happened here. If it weren't for the fact that he was seriously injured and covered in blood, Brother Chun really suspected that this was a nightmare.

Zhao Xiaofeng helped Brother Chun up: "Uncle, you are injured, come to my house, and I will ask grandma to treat you." ”

Brother Chun looked at the childish little face in front of him and asked curiously, "Your family...... Where to stay?"

Zhao Xiaofeng pointed with his finger: "It's right there, it's only half a mile away from here, and it will be there in a while." ”

Brother Chun's eyes widened in surprise: "Your family...... Just live in ...... Near these Nine Cliffs?"

Zhao Xiaofeng was a little inexplicable: "Yes, I'm eight years old, and my family has always lived here." ”

Brother Chun's eyes showed fear again, and he pointed to the misty Nine Cliffs not far away: "Nine Cliffs...... Aren't you afraid?"

Zhao Xiaofeng smiled: "I often come here to play, it's very good here, what's so scary?"

Brother Chun stopped talking, he looked at Zhao Xiaofeng with curiosity, and faintly felt that this child was not simple.

The Nine Cliffs are ten miles in range, and it is a forbidden land in the Shenzhou Continent, and in the past ten years, no one has been able to get out alive. Who would have thought that there was still a family living here.

Who is this family that has such a great ability?

Zhao Xiaofeng was a little anxious: "Uncle, you are very injured, I will carry you ......"

Brother Chun smiled bitterly and touched Zhao Xiaofeng's head with a trembling hand: "Good boy...... Thank you...... Uncle can't do it......"

Zhao Xiaofeng was anxious: "How come? I'll call grandma to save you!"

Brother Chun shook his head with difficulty, a smile appeared on his face, but blood gushed out of his mouth again.

The tiger head python was too terrifying, and its tail swept over Brother Chun's back, although it didn't break his spine, it shattered his heart.

It is a miracle that Brother Chun has survived until now!

Zhao Xiaofeng didn't know, he naively thought that as long as the bleeding stopped, he could save this uncle's life.

Grandma came, her face full of wrinkles, white hair, and patches all over her body, telling the vicissitudes of the past.

Brother Chun looked at this kind old woman, and suddenly remembered his long-dead mother. When he was dying, he did not have the slightest panic and fear, and seemed to have turned into an infant baby and returned to his mother's arms.

Grandma had already walked over tremblingly, leaned down with difficulty, and wiped the blood stains on the corner of Brother Chun's mouth with a handkerchief that could not be used more old and rough.

Brother Chun slowly closed his eyes. He died peacefully, as if he were asleep, with a smile on his face.

Zhao Xiaofeng took his grandmother's hand, and his eyes were full of tears.

Grandma sighed, she looked at the misty Nine Cliffs not far away, her face was melancholy.

Xiao Feng is still young, and his grandmother still has many secrets that he can't tell him.

The capital of the Great Zhao Empire, the capital of Zhao.

The capital of Zhao has a history of more than 1,000 years, and with the expansion of successive rulers, the scale is now amazing.

Today, Zhao Jingcheng has changed from the prosperity and noise of the past, a hundred miles of long streets, quietly, the shops are closed, and occasionally I see a few pedestrians, all of whom are in a hurry, without saying a word.

Suddenly, a low bell rang out from the Lingjiao Temple in Zhao Jingcheng. Although the bell is low, it is full of stamina, and it can be heard clearly from thousands of miles away.

Zhao Jingcheng instantly changed his appearance and became pale. There were miserable white strips of cloth everywhere, and countless pieces of cloth wrapped Zhao Jingcheng tightly.

The cry suddenly rose, and Zhao Jingcheng, who was silent, suddenly boiled. Crying, one after another.

Lingjiao Temple.

The master of the presiding ceremony rested in silence and stood solemnly in front of a huge coffin. His eyebrows were lowered, and his mouth was full of words.

In a huge temple, there is only a huge coffin, and there is only one person resting in front of the coffin! Master Jing Xiu looked even more weird, this master who had cultivated to a high level, but at this moment, he was trembling all over his body and bursting into tears.

The low bell rings again!

Master Jing Xiu let out a long sigh, he straightened his clothes, and in an instant, he regained his composure and depth.

Outside the Lingjiao Temple, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded. A young man in bright armor with an ancient sword in his hand was walking cautiously.

The gate of the temple slowly opened, and a cold wind blew in.

The two-foot-long white beard was dancing wildly.

The young man in armor had walked in, his sword held high.

Jing Xiu slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ancient sword in front of him. The sword is unsheathed, and the body of the sword has a strange red color.

The low bell rang for the third time, and the aftermath echoed through the monastery.

Jing Xiu carefully took the sword, looked at it for a moment, and then suddenly swung the sword.

There seemed to be a flash of light in the temple.

The ancient sword four feet and four inches long suddenly flew up, and in the blink of an eye, it became a behemoth of dozens of zhang. The giant sword flew around the Lingjiao Temple, and then landed on the bluestone slab of the temple. There was a loud "boom", and there was a bottomless pit on the bluestone ground. The huge ancient sword was gone.

The young man in armor retreated sharply, and his face turned pale. As soon as he stabilized his body, he noticed that the Lingjiao Temple was sinking rapidly. He swept up again, and landed like a bird on a cliff.

Lingjiao Temple, with that mysterious coffin and the presiding master resting, completely sank to the ground. The ruins were covered with green grass in a matter of moments.

The young man in armor stood on the cliff, the muscles in the corners of his eyes were pounding, and he watched it all in a daze, as if he were in a dream.

Zhao Jingcheng's cries continued for three days.

Three days later, the long strip of white cloth covering Zhao Jingcheng disappeared. Zhao Jingcheng has returned to its former prosperity and hustle.

On the Jinluan Hall in Zhao Jingcheng, there is Zhao Hang, the young lord who has just ascended the throne. Zhao Hang was only six years old this year and was embraced to the throne of the Great Zhao Empire. Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire, suddenly died three days ago. Zhao Xunwen Taowu is a martial artist, only to know people, but he didn't expect to die young. This was a heavy blow to the Great Zhao Empire, but fortunately, Prince Zhao turned the tide alone and stabilized the overall situation.

The new emperor, Zhao Hang, although only six years old, was also smart and clever. His mother, Queen Le, was also a benevolent and virtuous woman. Orphans and widows, weak and weak, they all rely on the assistance of Prince Zhao Wei.

Although Zhao Wei leans towards the government and the opposition, he is very low-key and rarely appears in public. The top ten masters under Zhao Wei all held important positions in the imperial court. Three days ago, the young man in armor who went to Lingjiao Temple in the capital to deliver a sword was the last old man Hanbing.

Han Bing is as famous as his name, cold by nature, and his white face always exudes a cold air. At this moment, he was sitting in his general's mansion. A white tiger skin was dragged from the tall chair to the ground. Cold Ice leaned back in his chair, holding a crystal clear wine glass in his hand. The glass is small and delicate, with a deep red wine inside. Han Bing's interest at the moment was not in the wine, he held the wine glass in his hand, but a pair of cold eyes stared at the scabbard on the opposite wall.

The scabbard is the same color as the wine in the Ice Wine Glass, which is also a deep red. Not only is the color of this scabbard distinctive, but the size is also much larger than that of ordinary scabbards. This scabbard is four feet and four inches, to say the least.

Strangely, the scabbard hanging on the wall was empty.

Where is the sword?

What kind of sword needs such a special scabbard?

Han Bing stood up gently, tilted his neck, and drank the wine from his glass. He tossed his glass onto the table and walked straight to the scabbard.

There was a faint sound of thunder in the empty scabbard.

Han Bing stretched out his jade-like palm and gently ** it on the scabbard, and his cold eyes slowly turned crimson. He glared, gritted his teeth, and secretly swore a secret: "Demon Sword, one day, it will belong to me!"

The demon sword was personally delivered to Lingjiao Temple by Han Bing three days ago. It has been sealed in the treasury of the Great Zhao Empire, to say the least, for hundreds of years. Legend has it that this sword is incredibly powerful and has the power to open up the world. But such a divine sword, few people in the Great Zhao Empire dared to use it. The reason is very simple, because whoever uses the demon sword will die! In legend, this is also an ominous sword!

After the death of Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire, the Empress Dowager Jiang invited the master of Jingxiu, the presiding officer of the Lingjiao Temple in the capital.

Jing Xiu proposed a sword burial, saying that it was the emperor's last wish during his lifetime.

Emperor Zhao Xun died suddenly, and there was no time to explain the aftermath. But no one doubted Master Jingxiu's words, not even Prince Zhao Wei!

Master Jingxiu's cultivation and character are close to mythology in the Great Zhao Empire.

Sword burials only exist in ancient legends, but in reality, not many people have seen them.

For sword burial, there must be a divine sword.

Master Jingxiu asked for the demon sword by name.

Whoever uses the demon sword will die, and Master Jing Xiu has put death out of the way!

No wonder the demon sword has so much power, it turned out to be an artifact!

In the Shenzhou Continent, the weapons in the hands of warriors can be divided into weapons, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and artifacts according to their levels. Each level can be divided into four levels: Lower, Intermediate, Superior, and Excellent.

It's a god-like being. The reason why Huo Tian of the Shenzhou Continent can be claimed to be the first in the world has a lot to do with the spirit weapon in his hand, the best Black Tiger Sword.

The demon sword is a perverted artifact, even if it is a low-level artifact, it is dozens of times stronger than the best spiritual weapon.

The power of the demon sword, Han Bing has seen with his own eyes. The huge Lingjiao Temple sank to the ground in an instant.

Master Jingxiu was buried in the ground, as if it also verified the authenticity of the legend - the demon sword is indeed an evil thing, and whoever uses it will die!