"......"

The expression on the face of the old master Jiang was as ugly as his dead father, he clenched his fists, his face was pale, and finally scolded those two words.

At this moment, only the word "damn" can describe the inner mood of the old master Jiang.

Because, at that moment just now, the old master of Jiang clearly saw that the black knife in Ye Xuan's hand was actually, actually about to awaken.

If you use one word to describe the mood of the old master Jiang at the moment, it is undoubtedly "grass". If you use two words, it is undoubtedly "damn". If you use three words, of course, it is "grass".

Yes, the old master of Jiang never dreamed that the black knife would actually awaken. It has obviously been rusted for thousands of years, and in the past thousand years, no matter what means the Jiang family uses, they can't polish the rust off the black knife. But now, the rust on the black knife actually took the initiative to fall off.

The old master of Jiang couldn't wait to slap himself twice with a big mouth, if he could get the black knife back from Ye Xuan's hand. However, it is almost impossible to take back the water that was spilled out of the things that were sent.

On top of the ring, Ye Xuan retreated to the corner of the ring, while Yan San stayed in the middle of the ring. Because, just now Yan San also noticed that the black knife in Ye Xuan's hand had changed.

"Very well, as a swordsman, I have decided to wait for the sword in your hand to stop changing before I kill you."

Yan San sneered a few times, squinted at Ye Xuan, and said very seriously.

As a swordsman, Yan San couldn't do such a despicable thing as a sneak attack. Therefore, Yan San would rather fight a fair duel than use the means of the next three indiscriminately.

"Good! Thank you very much. ”

Ye Xuan was very grateful for Yan San's generosity, after all, if Yan San made a move on him at this time, it would be reasonable.

As long as people are in the ring, fight...... And it's still going on! Since there is only life and death in this battle, there is no victory or defeat, it is absolutely normal for Yan San to make a move at this time. However, for the sake of the dignity of a swordsman, Yan San still decided to wait for the sword in Ye Xuan's hand to stop changing before attacking Ye Xuan.

This kind of courage is indeed admirable!

"Boom!"

The crisp cracks were still coming out of the black knife.

Ye Xuan carefully stared at the rusty black knife in his hand, and his eyes flashed with a very sharp light.

"Boom!"

A deep voice rang out above the black knife.

After that voice sounded, a piece of iron-red rust fell from the rusted blade of the black knife.

The moment the rust fell off, a very sharp knife light flashed from the black knife.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Several more voices rang out.

The rust on the black knife kept falling off, and the black knife actually revealed a shiny blade.

"Whoa!"

Countless pieces of rust fell from the blade.

That black knife, at this moment, was completely transformed, the whole body was pitch black, as if it had been soaked in ink, and it was still flashing with sharp blades.

"That's what it is...... Black knives? ”

Ye Xuan looked surprised and said in a deep voice.

Under the ring, those cultivators were all stunned at this moment.

"Grass, Lao Tzu also saw the knife just now, and always thought that the knife was a piece of rotten iron, and threw it on the ground and stepped on it twice. Who would have thought that it was actually a treasure knife! It's a loss, it's a loss, it's really a blood loss. ”

"I saw the knife just now, but I'm just like you, I just went up and stepped on it twice."

"I also stepped on two feet."

For a while, around the No. 4 ring, there was a sound of "you step on it, I will step on it".

Yes, those cultivators had also seen that black knife just now, but they all thought the same as Ye Xuan's original thoughts, they all thought that the black knife was a piece of scrap copper and rotten iron, and it was not worth picking up at all. Some people with poor quality actually went up and stepped on two feet.

But who would have thought that such a knife that was abandoned by everyone would actually be a world-shaking sword, and it was also a legendary black knife.

"Big brother, quickly drip your blood on that black knife."

At this time, Yingtian, who looked very solemn, showed a few hints of surprise on his face, and hurriedly shouted.

"Huh?"

Ye Xuan's face was suspicious, but he was convinced of Yingtian, and he still did what Yingtian said, cutting his palm open, and dripping a few drops of blood on the black knife.

The old master of Jiang, who was standing in the distance, was completely stunned. The black knife is an artifact, as famous as the Hidden Blade Sword, almost a psychic treasure knife, and now Ye Xuan has dripped blood on the black knife, invisibly, he has signed a certain contract with the black knife. If Ye Xuan doesn't die, the black knife can't change hands.

Undoubtedly, this black knife only belongs to Ye Xuan.

"Grass!"

The old master of Jiang is more than a hundred years old, but he still can't help but burst into a foul language. In other words, anyone who sees this kind of scene can't help but curse. His own treasure knife was taken away by others, and it was awakened in the hands of others. Who can not be angry?

Regarding the anger in the heart of the old master Jiang, Ye Xuan couldn't quite understand it.

When the blood flowing from Ye Xuan's palm continued to drip on the black knife, that black knife was actually blooming with blood-colored brilliance at this moment, which was very extraordinary.

The black knife, the jet-black blade, on the black blade, carved with nine lifelike dragons, is very different from the other.

"Boom!"

A blood-colored light bloomed from the body of the black knife and wrapped around Ye Xuan's palm.

At this moment, the jet-black knife body, as if it was fused with Ye Xuan, exuded a looming sword.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz......"

The air is constantly being torn apart.

"Good knives!"

Ye Xuan grabbed the black knife with his hand suddenly, and in an instant, the black knife trembled, and the blade trembled violently, making Ye Xuan's arm sore.

"Boom!"

Ye Xuan suddenly pulled out the black knife from the rock floor, and in an instant, endless knife momentum was released from the black knife, raging all around.

"What a powerful sword!"

Even Yan San's expression changed at this moment, and a few traces of solemnity were wiped on his face.

"Good knives! What a knife! ”

Ye Xuan was amazed, his sharp eyes were always staring at the black knife, Ye Xuan's arm was a little sore, but this did not affect Ye Xuan's grip on the black knife.

The black knife is pitch black all over, and the knife weighs seven hundred and twenty pounds.

Ye Xuan didn't have much trouble picking up this black knife, he lifted the black knife, and a dark black qi followed closely behind the trajectory of the black knife.

The air was dyed black as if it had been swallowed!

"Okay, now you have the knife. I'm not going to show mercy to the rest of the day. ”

Soft Sword Yan San's expression became more and more solemn, and he said coldly.

He could feel that the black knife in Ye Xuan's hand was full of power. He had no doubt that if he was hit by the black knife in Ye Xuan's hand, he would definitely be seriously injured, and he would even be killed directly.

"Yan San, you are a respectable swordsman. But now, I have to tell you, you're no match for me. ”

Ye Xuan smiled, his whole body was wrapped in the black gas emitted by the black knife, Ye Xuan was like a demon god, coming to this ring, looking down at Yan San with a condescending posture, and said coldly.

"Hehe, I'm a swordsman, even if I don't fight, I have to fight!"

Yan San chuckled a few times, and the [Clear Cold Sword] in his hand erupted with a chill, like a soft swimming snake, killing Ye Xuan.

(End of chapter)