Chapter Eighty-Eight: A Talented Man Chooses a Sword

"You don't have to feel like you've suffered a big loss, you have to know that the swords that can finally come here not only already have a sword soul, but more importantly, they also have a certain spirituality, in addition to being able to closely cooperate with the sword master, they can also sense all the hostile aura towards their own side! As long as you can tame any sword here, it will be of great help to your future!"

"So, it feels pretty good! How can I tame these swords?"

"It's very simple, you just need to assimilate the spirit in the sword!"

"Huh?!Is this still called simple?"

"It's not simple, it's not for you to refine the sword with your own soul!"

"It's just that, Patriarch, there is one thing I don't understand. Since these swords have been in the sword mound for so long, why do they still have such a strong sharp aura?"

That's the second thing I'm going to say. ”

"As I told you just now, the sword itself that came here already has a certain spirituality. Most of them were unwilling to change hands and closed their spiritual consciousness after the original sword master's body, and were willing to enter the sword mound to comfort the deceased master. There are also some swords that come in after damage to the enemy, like this broadsword that I have now developed, the tip of which has been cut off!"

"These swords still had some spiritual sense when they came in, but with the passage of time, decades, hundreds, thousands of years of self-isolation, they have lost their original strength. In order to prevent this sword of supreme affection from being silently annihilated! Since the third generation of my Qingyun Sect, I have reached a consensus: all Qingyun disciples in the Heavenly Dao Realm who are about to reach the limit can voluntarily choose to merge their divine consciousness into the sword mound after choosing the body, and choose the sword to stay!"

"Since then, there will be some sword idiots and infatuated Heavenly Dao Realm disciples who choose this way to place their hearts! Therefore, inheritor, no matter which of these swords you choose, you must first get the approval of these ancestors, so that your divine soul can be better fused!

"Disciple understands! It's just, patriarch, can the disciple only bring one?"

"Theoretically, yes!"

"Uh...... Okay!" Huangfu Xuan was completely defeated by Master Zu's powerful logic!

"You can try that sword just now!" Seeing that Huangfu Xuan's eyes were already looking around, Patriarch Qingyun reminded him!

"The sword just now?" Following the patriarch's gaze, what Huang Fuxuan saw after turning around was the golden sword that pierced his body!

Seeing that Huang Fu Xuan was looking at himself, the golden sword actually consciously flashed golden light, emitting a dazzling brilliance! It seemed to be saying to Huang Fu Xuan, "Boy, choose me!"

Frowning, Huangfu Xuan turned around, "Dare to ask the ancestor, what is the beginning of this golden sword?"

"Hehe, this sword was originally worn by the old man. After the old man left this world, it entered here with this divine sense of mine, just like the old man's child! Maybe it was because it felt that it could go out with you again to fight the world today, so it seemed a little excited!" After speaking, Patriarch Qingyun looked at the golden light not far away with kindness in his eyes!

As if feeling Lin Qingyun's reluctance, the golden sword appeared on the side of the broad sword with a whoosh after emitting the last light!

Although he felt that it was a bit unkind to say this, Huang Fuxuan still opened his mouth in a curtled manner, "That--Ancestor, disciple--The sword that the disciple wants to choose is not the golden armor!"

was making the last warm golden armor sword with Qingyun Patriarch, and after Huang Fu Xuan said this, he suddenly turned the tip of the sword sharply, pointing at Huang Fu Xuan, and the golden light was blazing!

"Jia'er, Hugh's naughty!"

"Hehe, in this way, inheritor, you have your own choice!

"Back to the ancestor, the disciple's choice is it!"

Huang Fu Xuan pointed to the hilt of the sword exposed in the corner and said!