Xue Yiren was moved by more than that.

He asked Feng Zhou to taste the sword, he opened the sword box by himself, took out the sword and asked him to look at it, and Feng Zhou asked Xue Yiren to taste the sword, and directly held the golden snake sword in his hand with both hands, and sent it directly to him Xue Yiren, not caring at all if the other party held the sword or not.

This kind of open-mindedness, this kind of bearing, and this kind of brightness really made Xue Yi's people broken.

Xue Yiren took the golden snake sword with both hands, and looked at it carefully, only to see that the shape of this sword was very peculiar, the whole sword was like a snake coiled, the snake tail was hooked into the hilt, the snake head was the tip of the sword, the snake tongue stretched out and forked, and there were two forks on the tip of the sword.

The body of the sword is brilliantly golden, and it is very heavy to hold in the hand, it seems that it is cast by gold mixed with other hardware, and there is a blood mark on the sword body, emitting a dark light of blue oil, which is extremely weird. The two prongs of the tip of the sword can not only stab, but also hook the enemy's blade, drag and poke obliquely, both can hurt the enemy, and add a lot of use compared to ordinary long swords.

"Although the shape of this sword is strange, the momentum is extraordinary, and there is a faint sense of grandeur, and the origin must be extraordinary. ”

Xue Yiren said slowly.

He is a generation of swordsmen, and once you carefully observe a sword, the feeling of the mystery and mystery of the swordsman and the sword will appear.

Perhaps, he has already cultivated a sword himself.

"Not bad. Feng Zhou nodded and smiled: "Xue Daxia, can you remember a poem?"

He didn't wait for Xue Yiren to speak, so he chanted proudly: "Kill all the millions of soldiers in Jiangnan, and the sword on your waist is still bloody." The old monk didn't know the heroes, so he just asked for his name. ”

Xue Yiren was stunned, nodded and said, "This poem was written by Emperor Taizu Gao. ”

"Not bad. Feng Zhou nodded, and said: "After the battle of Longwan that year, Emperor Taizu Gao defeated Chen Youliang's water army with fewer victories, and at dusk the next day, he paid a private visit to the Zen Temple on the Purple Mountain. Taizu left this poem on the wall of the main hall. At this time, Emperor Taizu already had the ambition to sweep the universe and go day by day, and the poems always revealed the spirit of a king. ”

When Feng Zhou said this, he pointed to the golden snake sword and said, "When Emperor Taizu wrote poetry, this golden snake sword hung on his waist. ”

"What?" Rao is Xue Yiren has already seen through everything in the world, and he was still shocked when he heard the news, he lowered his head and carefully examined the sword, and asked: "Since this sword was matched by Taizu back then, wouldn't it be either buried in the filial piety tomb or in the palace." ”

Feng Zhou smiled: "That's a long story, after the death of Emperor Taizu, ......"

In fact, this sword has always been the emperor's favorite thing with Zhu Yuanzhang's southern and northern wars, but for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, he gave this sword to the emperor's grandson Zhu Yunwen before he died, hoping that he could hold this sword and forever dominate the world.

Who thought that after the Battle of Jingyan, Zhu Yunwen fled south in makeup and ran to the land of Yungui, and this sword also fell into the hands of the Five Poisons Sect because of a coincidence, and became the Three Treasures of the Five Poisons Sect.

Now that time has passed, in this ancient dragon version of the world, although there is no Five Poisons Sect, but the Battle of Jingjing will not change, Feng Zhou's possession of this sword is enough to give him a great experience.

Xue Yiren was directly stunned.

There are no swordsmen in Tiannan, and Xue Yiren has never been there to find someone to compete with swords, so he doesn't know if there is a small sect called the Five Poisons Sect there, let alone if Emperor Jianwen really has a golden snake sword thrown into the deep mountains and old forests.

But in any case, the sword of Emperor Taizu Gao of this dynasty to conquer the world was inseparable from Emperor Jianwen, and both the collection value and the grade were far above the swords he collected.

He just sighed lightly: "This sword has such a origin, alas!"

Feng Zhou said: "The sword collected by Xue Daxia is the best in the world, and the golden snake sword under it is just made of iron, but this sword has followed Emperor Taizu Gao to expel the Tartars and restore China. ”

Xue Yiren sighed, holding the hilt of the Golden Snake Sword in his hand, and nodded in agreement.

In front of the glorious image of Emperor Taizu Gao, what Bafang Bronze Sword, Zhao Courage Sword, and his Tianqing Meteor Sword are just broken copper and iron.

But in an instant, Xue Yiren's eyes were like knives, and he said word by word: "People don't offend me, I don't offend people, if people offend me, the sword is ruthless, the sword of Emperor Taizu Gao, I don't know how many people's blood was drunk back then." ”

His sword flashed, and suddenly the Lightning Hall stabbed out towards Feng Zhou.

Feng Zhou once fought with the Huashan faction Su Lao Feng Qingyang, but unfortunately the other party was dying and old, and he couldn't fight a protracted battle with him.

Feng Zhou also once fought with Dongfang Undefeated, the other party's moves were weird, and his body was extremely fast, but his internal strength was too shallow, and he couldn't stop Feng Zhou's dense "sword rays" at all.

After he came to this world, he was able to fight him in swordsmanship, and it was worth his sight, one was a little red in the Central Plains, and the other was Xue Pan, the current disciple of Xue Pan, and the other was Li Zhile, the younger brother of Li Guanyu, the first swordsman in the world in the past.

But these two people are still far from him in terms of swordsmanship, and they can't even talk about threats.

It was only now that he had met a swordsman who could meet him in front of him.

Xue Yiren stabbed with a sword, the sword came out like lightning, like thunder and lightning, and instantly arrived in front of Feng Zhou's throat, if it was someone else, even if it was a master like Chu Liuxiang, I was afraid that I couldn't see where this sword came from.

But this lightning-like thunderous sword, when it reached half an inch in front of Feng Zhou's throat, suddenly stopped, motionless.

His sword is like lightning, and his sword is like lightning, as swift as he is, and as smooth as he wishes.

Xue Yiren obviously hadn't done his best when he sent this sword, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stop, everything he stabbed out when he didn't use his full strength was so urgent, and he had to use all his strength.

But Feng Zhou didn't seem to have seen this sword, his face was indifferent, and his eyes were extremely calm, and even the exposed skin didn't seem to feel the coldness of the sword qi at all.

But Xue Yiren looked at Feng Zhou, his eyes full of admiration.

Because Feng Zhou was always smiling and accepting it calmly, he didn't take the sword stabbed by Xue Yiren to heart.

Martial arts reached the level of sealing the boat, even if he was completely defenseless at the beginning, even if Xue Yiren's sword was like lightning, it was impossible for him not to react at all.

But Feng Zhou didn't avoid it, and watched Xue Yiren's sword reach his throat indifferently, obviously he was confident, as long as Xue Yiren had the intention of harming him, he could take action at any time to protect himself and defeat the enemy.

This is a simple trend, but it is much more calm than some young people who just look unchanged, but their skin is shivering.

Xue Yiren looked at Feng Zhou for a long time, suddenly smiled slightly, took back the Golden Snake Sword, held it with both hands, handed it to Feng Zhou and said with a smile: "Feng Daxia is the dragon among people, and it is not as good as being old." ”

Feng Zhou took the Golden Snake Sword, shook his wrist, and only heard the sound of "choking", and the Golden Snake Sword seemed to have entered the scabbard.

But Xue Yiren didn't see the sword, nor did he see the scabbard.

I really can't imagine where the Golden Snake Sword was hidden by Feng Zhou.

Feng Zhou smiled: "Xue Daxia invited me here to let me taste the sword?"

Xue Yiren smiled lightly, didn't say anything, slowly turned around, and hid the long sword he had just taken out into the stone box, and it took a long time. Only then did he slowly ask, "Do you know why I haven't killed Zuo Qinghou yet?"

Feng Zhou smiled lightly: "Because the hero is lonely." ”

Xue Yiren was stunned, turned around suddenly, looked at Feng Zhou, and a dumb look shot out of his eyes.

Feng Zhou continued: "How lonely are the heroes of ancient times...... When a person is in a low place, he always wants to go to a high place, but the higher he goes. The fewer people who followed, and by the time he found that he was the only one left on the heights, it was too late to turn back. ”

After Feng Zhou said these words, he looked at Xue Yiren again: "Xue Daxia felt that he was getting old and his energy was declining, so he thought about settling the account in front of him before he died, so as not to bring it into the coffin after death, am I right?"

Xue Yiren's face changed suddenly.