The fifth-order cold qi instantly turned into solid ice in the air, and hit towards the huge fracture, and with a crisp sound of "bell", the ice hit the blade solidly, and the already fragile blade instantly broke from it, turned into two, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Demon soldier, this time you will completely turn you into scrap metal. Huzi looked at the magic knife that had been broken in two sections and said angrily.

The two blades have been separated, lying quietly on the dusty ground, lying quietly, a desolate air came, although it was just a weapon, but it seemed to have emotion, which made people feel a kind of coldness.

The two broken blades moved slightly on the ground, as if this was no longer a dead thing, but a real living thing, the body had been halved, but tried his best to reorganize, the distance between the two blades was so faint a finger distance, but no matter how hard it tried, it was difficult to reunite, so difficult to move in place.

A long, long time passed, but the knife still hadn't given up getting together, still moving so slightly, doing all its efforts. Once one, now each is divided into two sections, just like a pair of lovers who are separated from life and death, that kind of sadness appears softly on this knife, and the knife also has love, not to mention people.

Wen Chong sighed slightly: "This is one, but now it is two sections, it is obviously a dead thing, but it is so affectionate, this knife is a good knife." ”

Huzi showed a rare sentimentality and said, "Am I too much?"

Wen Chong didn't answer, he looked at Huzi, he knew that even if he didn't answer, Huzi already knew what to do, Huzi didn't hesitate, walked slowly towards the knife, and then picked up a section with one hand and reorganized the knife together.

The blades of the knives gathered again, connected into one, and a soft sword aura emanated, no longer the killing intent just now, as if thanking Huzi.

"Divine soldiers have souls, this is true. Wen Chong said to himself, feeling the soft knife aura, and deeply understanding the truth contained in these words.

With the faint chill in his hand, Huzi stroked the pitch-black blade, as if to appease the soul of this demon soldier, and the knife aroused a faint trace of knife energy, as if he was enjoying this soft energy.

Huzi also seemed to notice, and slowly injected a trace of energy into the knife, and there was a slight warmth from the blade, Huzi knew that it needed energy, Huzi didn't think much about it, and gathered the energy of the whole body little by little, and transported it to the knife little by little, and I don't know how long it took.

Huzi finally exhausted his strength, the knife seemed to be very satisfied, the cracks on the knife body seemed to have dimmed a little, and the whole body was slightly black, the huge fracture was still there, but the blades were already connected.

Huzi said weakly: "Wen Chong, this knife, I plan to carry it with me, and bring a demon soldier with me?"

Wen Chong smiled slightly, and said: "All weapons are all fierce soldiers, but whoever is the user, that soldier is naturally what kind of soldier?

Huzi teased: "I didn't expect that you can say such knowledgeable words as a rough person, it's rare." ”

Wen Chong said: "It's not too early, we should also go, the shopkeeper is still waiting for us outside the door." ”

Huzi held the knife tightly in his hand, felt the warmth from the knife, looked at the vicissitudes of life, and said to the knife: "I'll give you a name, take my tiger character, take the break on your body, just call you the tiger break, do you think it's okay?"

A soft knife aura spread, and he was unusually happy to hear this name, Huzi didn't think much about it, put the knife behind him, and followed Wen Chong to the outside of the room.

The two went out, only to see the shopkeeper shrinking slightly on the ground, trembling all over, as if he had encountered something terrifying, Wen Chong looked at Huzi, Huzi seemed to understand something, touched the blade, and the shopkeeper slowly stood up from the ground.

Huzi said: "Shopkeeper, this knife is indeed a magic knife, it is the fierce soldier in your mouth, and now I will take it away, you can make a price." ”

The shopkeeper said: "Thank you to the immortals, you are willing to help the villain take this soldier away, the villain is already grateful, how dare you accept the silver of the immortals." ”

Huzi said: "For the sake of me, I broke one of your weapons in advance, and now I have received your weapon again, and now I don't give you some silver, how can you make me happy." Then he took a piece of gold from his bosom and said, "Shopkeeper, what kind of silver are you talking about? What does it look like? I only have gold here, so I can only give you gold." ”

The shopkeeper said: "The villain still dares to accept the gold of the immortals." ”

Wen Chong said: "You can take it, even if we buy your weapons." ”

The shopkeeper was not good at postponing, took the gold, walked out of the dim underground warehouse with the two of them, and respectfully sent the two out of the armory.

Walking out of the underground warehouse, the sky has been slightly darkened, under such light, the tiger in the hand of the tiger seems to be darker, like a ghost in the night, in this gray night gradually become active.

Wen Chong said: "This knife is very demonic, so if you take it out rashly, I'm afraid it will hurt people." ”

Huzi said: "You're right, it doesn't seem like much to take it out like this." ”

"Two immortals, I'm going to fetch you a sword box made of stainless steel, so that you can hold this weapon. In this way, this knife will not reveal the demonic qi at any time," the shopkeeper was afraid that the two of them would not take this knife away, so he hurriedly said.

"Well, that's a good idea, go get it. ”

"Two immortals, please wait in this living room for a while, and I'll go get it." The shopkeeper said, turned and walked in from the living room.

After a long while, the shopkeeper struggled to hold a golden sword box with both hands, and the box was delicately engraved with extremely exquisite patterns, which showed the fine workmanship of this box. The shopkeeper put the box on the table, opened the lid, and bursts of golden light came out of it, which was extremely bright.

"Wow, this sword box is so beautiful. Huzi said dumbfounded.

"Immortal, put the knife in this box and take a look. The shopkeeper said.

Huzi put the knife into the box, the length and width were just right, it seemed to be specially designed, and the tiger lay down in the exquisite box, very comfortable, and there was no breath emanating.

"It's such a good fit. Huzi said.

"Don't hide it from the immortals, this box is originally filled with this knife, just because that day, when my father took back this knife, the blade was already full of devastation, and then the knife and the box were placed separately. The shopkeeper said.

"Alright, alright, anyway, now I can pretend to go, shopkeeper, thank you. Huzi put the box away and carried it behind his back, which was extremely powerful.

"Two immortals, go slowly. The shopkeeper watched the two of them gradually walk out of the hall, and his heart gradually relaxed, after all, the magic knife is simply a murder weapon for ordinary people, and he doesn't know whether the owner with this knife will be a blessing or a curse in the future.

In the noisy streets, there were fewer people, and in this gray night, the two of them had no time to wander elsewhere, and walked in the direction of "Yingxian Inn".