"I see, no wonder I felt that this sword was very unusual when I saw it from under the bones!" Xiao Rou said as she spoke, and suddenly a worried look appeared on her face: "But that sword has been-"

Liu Lang looked at the blood-drinking sword in his hand, that's right, this sword has changed with Liu Lang's blood, and the power of the immortal bloodline has made it the current blood-drinking sword.

"If the Blood-Drinking Sword is really the body of this sword spirit, do you guess it would mind if the Blood-Drinking Sword has changed its appearance?" Liu Lang looked at Xiao Rou and asked.

"I think—"

Xiao Rou didn't finish speaking, the entire weapon mound trembled, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds that were originally displayed on the shelves flew to the sword spirit's side, and the "bang-la-la" turned around like a tide and aimed at Liu Lang.

"—it minds!" Xiao Rou said the whole sentence.

"Do you need to say that?" Liu Lang said with black lines on his head.

These thousands of weapons are aimed at Liu Lang, and this posture is ready to give Liu Lang a thousand swords.

"Babbling-babbling-"

The sword spirit seems to be saying something to Liu Lang, but Liu Lang knows a little about Chinese, English, French, Japanese, German, Spanish, and even the language of birds and beasts, but the slut language, bah - he really doesn't understand the sword language!

"Wait!" Liu Lang asked cautiously, "Are you talking to me?" ”

"Babble-babble-" The sword spirit's hilt bent slightly, and it looked as if it was nodding in acknowledgment to Liu Lang.

"The Blood-Drinking Sword is your body?" Liu Lang said cautiously again.

"Babble-babble-" The Sword Spirit nodded again.

Since the sword spirit can understand Liu Lang's words, then this is easy to do, everything is inseparable from communication, and there is no problem in this world that communication cannot solve.

"We found this sword outside, and then we thought about sending it back, because we know that you and this sword spirit are dependent on each other, and they are indispensable."

Liu Lang observed the reaction of the sword spirit while pulling the calf, it seemed to be listening to Liu Lang's words very carefully, and there was nothing abnormal, but the swords, guns, and halberds of the weapon mound were still floating in the air, and Liu Lang knew that the sword spirit had not completely let down his guard against himself.

"As for why this sword you see is a little different from the original blood-drinking sword, it has to start with the crystal tomb next door to you!" Liu Lang said with a look of concern: "We passed by the crystal tomb on the way back from sending the sword, and there were four crystal scorpions in it. Me, and the lady next to me, the two of us were no match for the four crystal scorpions, and we were knocked to the ground in the face of each other. But I am a man of faith, and I promised to send this sword back, how can I give up halfway? This must not work, in order to return this sword to the mound of weapons without dishonoring my mission, my faith supported me to get up from the ground, even if the opponent was extremely strong, even if the opponent could not be defeated, I still stood up bravely-"

"Pss

Liu Lang glanced at her and said, "You don't have to worry about her, she was stabbed by the scorpion tail thorn, and the brain case is poisoned!" ”

"That's right, I stood up, because the belief in the sword made me stand up bravely, and the blood-drinking sword seemed to be infected by my bravery, and it exploded with incomparably powerful power in my hand, and then I raised the knife in my hand, and with a 'crackle', I put down the four crystal scorpions that stood in my way." Liu Lang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued to pull the calf and said, "Although I defeated them, I was also injured, I bled a lot, and I was almost on the verge of death. Seeing that I was going to die, I couldn't close my eyes no matter what, because my mission to protect the sword had not yet been completed, and although I was only one step away from the Weapon Tomb, I could no longer walk. ”

"You must be thinking by now, I'm talking so much useless off-topic, right?" Liu Lang looked at Jian Ling and said, "You are wrong, this is not off-topic, because these are all foreshadowing." I collapsed in a pool of blood, my mission was not completed, and I didn't want to die yet. At that moment, the unthinkable happened, and guess what, it was this blood-drinking sword, which was completely moved by me, and then it sucked my blood, and then burst out with a thousand rays of light, so I was reborn, and the original blood-drinking sword became what it is now! ”

"I guess this blood-drinking sword must have been deeply moved by my perseverance, so it finally recognized me as its new owner!" Liu Langtian looked at Jian Ling shamelessly and said, "Do you understand the dripping blood to recognize the master?" That's what it means! ”

"Babbling-babbling-"

Seeing the sword spirit walking towards him, Liu Lang frowned and said, "Do you want to touch it?" Come on, come on - touch it for you! ”

Liu Lang said and pushed the blood-drinking sword forward, and the sword spirit really walked towards the blood-drinking sword, and the moment it stretched out its slender arm and touched the blood-drinking sword, the entire weapon mound was blazing with blood, and the entire body of the sword spirit was shot out by the blood light of the blood-drinking sword.

Liu Lang didn't know what was going on, maybe after his immortal bloodline and the blood-drinking sword merged into one, this sword had completely turned into another sword, so it would reject the sword spirit.

"Hiss-"

The Sword Spirit crawled out from under the shelf and let out a low roar.

"It's over!" Looking at the swords, guns, swords and halberds waiting in mid-air, Liu Lang suddenly felt bad.

"Brother, don't be angry, it may be a little recognizable, why don't you touch it again!" Liu Lang said hurriedly.

"Babble-babble-" The sword spirit's voice suddenly raised a few decibels, and in human terms, it was already yelling at Liu Lang with all its might.

"Flutter flutter—"

Ten thousand swords at the same time!

Liu Lang is so depressed, he has already done it, but this blood-drinking sword is too faceless, this is good, it is really going to be used as a live target to shoot into a sieve!

All the weapons in the weapon mound flew towards Liu Lang because of the sword spirit's order.

In a moment, Liu Lang felt the blood in his body surging outward again.

"Boom—"

With a shocking bang, hundreds of sharp blades shot at a blood-red barrier.

It is the golden light shield that is erected by Haoran's righteous qi!

Wrong!

The golden light shield is golden, but the shield in front of Liu Lang is blood-red, and in the underground imperial tomb, Liu Lang can't urge the vitality at all, so this wall of blood light is not supported by the vitality.

It seems that it should be the blood-drinking sword that sucked Liu Lang's blood to prop up this wall of blood light, because Liu Lang felt that the blood in his body was "gurgling" down his arm and flowing towards the sword.

All the sharp blades summoned by the sword spirit were blocked by the wall of blood light, and hundreds of sharp blades were densely inserted into the wall of blood light, and from a distance, the scene looked like the fur of a giant mutated hedgehog.

"Ahh

A silver long sword was ignited by the spark, and a blood-red flame burst out in an instant, and the flame instantly infected the entire wall of blood light like a plague, and countless sharp blades "crackled" and burned.

(End of chapter)