Seeing the doubtful eyes that Qingyun Patriarch cast at him, Huangfu Xuan was even more determined in his choice.

"Patriarch don't have to wonder, the disciple's choice is exactly that!"

The reason why Huangfu Xuan abandoned the golden armor and did not use it was indeed because he had his own thoughts.

The sword of the golden armor is good, but it has followed the ancestor for thousands of years, and the patriarch's personality and temper should be well understood, to put it more bluntly, some of the ancestor's temperament has deeply affected the golden armor. If you carry it with you in the future, you will inevitably be more or less restricted. No matter how good other people's things are, they are always suitable for others, and what suits them is the real king. His future will not be controlled by anyone, let alone a sharp weapon. Even if it is a divine soldier, it is in vain if the master can't look down on it. What's more, this golden armor sword had pierced through his body before!

After thinking about it so much, it is estimated that the last one is the main reason why Huangfu Xuan does not want to choose it. After all, the golden armor sword is considered a top-notch divine weapon in the sword shrine. Jin Jia has a spirit, if he knew that he had missed such a good opportunity to see the light of day because of his actions just now, I don't know if he would scream!

Patriarch Qingyun saw Huangfu Xuan's expression affirmed. It's not a joke. His expression suddenly became solemn.

"Can the inheritor tell the old man why you chose it?"

Huang Fu Xuan had already walked over to the place where only the hilt of the sword was exposed, and looked at it carefully.

"Back to the patriarch, the reason why the disciple chose it is because it is the last sword I saw here. It is enough to show that it is a low-key sword, just like a disciple's person likes to be low-key!"

I heard Huangfu Xuan say such a strange reason so seriously. Lin Qingyun's phantom on the broadsword flickered violently.

Lin Qingyun was not calm in his heart, "I, you still like to be low-key." I think it's high-profile and out of tune, who is making frequent tricks in the ring! Who is the chrysanthemum after defeating the opponent。。。。。。 ”

Shaoqing, Lin Qingyun regained his previous calm.

"Inheritor, don't say why you chose it, but you have decided to choose it. Then as I said before, try to fuse your Divine Soul with your Sword Soul. Before you fuse, the old man reminds you that the years of this sword are not under the golden armor, and since it entered the sword shrine, there are a total of nine generations of Qingyun disciples who have melted their souls for it. The soul power contained in it is so powerful that even the old man has a chill. You have just entered the innate realm now, and even though your divine sense is far beyond that of your peers, no one knows if you can really resist the impact of the sword soul. Are you sure you're going to do it?"

Lin Qingyun said this out of Huangfu Xuan's expectations, he thought that the swords here were all about the same, anyway, they were not very famous in the Outer Heaven Continent, so he could just choose one, after all, he had never practiced swordsmanship. I didn't expect that these two casual swords were thousands of years old. It seems that I have to be cautious.

"What the disciple decides will not be easily changed!"

"In that case, then hold your breath and try to use your divine mind to communicate with the sleeping spiritual consciousness in the sword!

After Patriarch Qingyun said this, he fell silent.

Only then did Huang Fuxuan re-examine this "antique' with only the hilt exposed, and the blade of the sword was melted into the invisible darkness. The whole hilt of the sword is long, the style is simple and atmospheric, and the lines on it are still clearly visible after thousands of years. The delicate dragon and phoenix pattern on the handle is lifelike, as if it can fly out at any time. The whole sword was quietly inserted into the darkness, not afraid of the washing of time, and it was still as calm as ever for thousands of years.

Before he knew it, Huang Fu Xuan found that he had fallen in love with this nameless sword.

Stretch out your right hand and gently grasp the hilt of your sword. Huangfu Xuan slowly closed his eyes.

But not long after he closed his eyes, the Dragon Soul Ring on his right hand suddenly emitted a slight purple light, and suddenly, it disappeared into the sword.

Huang Fu Xuan did these all with instinctive reactions, and he didn't know whether it would be useful to do so. But there was a faint call in his heart, calling him to hold the hilt of his sword.

Huang Fu Xuan held the hilt of the sword for a long time without any movement, and just when he was discouraged and wanted to let go of the hilt, a powerful suction force came from the body of the sword. Huang Fu Xuan felt as if he was in a furnace, and his whole body was about to melt. The power of the divine soul and the power of the dantian were sold along the hilt of the sword. In the blink of an eye, Huangfu Xuan, who was still full of energy, was like a person who had been sucked dry of blood, thin and haggard, dying!

"How can this be? No, no! I can't die like this! I haven't found my father and mother yet, I haven't found Xiaoxue yet, I can't die !!"

The obsession in my heart resists the boundless suction from the sword body.

At the critical juncture, the dragon and phoenix true recipe in Huangfu Xuan's body was running at the same time, and an internal force that competed with the boundless suction force was flooded in Huang Fu Xuan's body.

Under the violent conflict between the two, Huang Fuxuan's palm holding the hilt of the sword suddenly became bloody.

And the blood quickly disappeared when it touched the hilt of the sword.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qingyun on the broadsword sighed softly with relief: "The Nine Tribulations were born, and they are in love!"

Just when the blood on Huangfu Xuan's hand was about to dry up, a dazzling red light suddenly came from in front of him, and then he heard a choking sound, and the sword he was holding had come out of his hand, whistling above his head. The dazzling blood-red sword body stimulated the crumbling Huangfu Xuan to barely stand.

The blood-colored long sword slowly floated above Huangfu Xuan's head, and a red light curtain poured down from the long sword, enveloping Huangfu Xuan.

However, Huangfu Xuan, who was already an adult, recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye, it was the same as before.

It's just that Huangfu Xuan is now immersed in the touching and heartfelt stories in the blood curtain one after another, but in the end it is sad and sad!

The tragic ending of the love between humans and demons of the first generation of female disciple Xiao Chuyun,

The sixth-generation female elder Jasmine's unruly love with her master,

The hatred of the ninth generation of female suzerains against the mountains and the sea......

......

Nine tragedies of different eras but with similar endings washed Huang Fuxuan's mind over and over again.

Tick

A crystal teardrop slowly overflowed from the corner of Huangfu Xuan's eyes, dripping down homeopathically.

But it went upwards until it seeped into the blood-red sword.

Huh

A thin voice rang out

Huangfu Xuan's mind suddenly became clear and translucent, as if he felt that there was something more in his divine sense. But I couldn't figure it out.

Looking up at the red long sword, Huang Fu Xuan also felt that he had an inexplicable but cordial connection with it.

"Nine Tribulations Remnant Sword!