"......it!"

Before Xiao Ling could finish sighing, the silver-white long sword in mid-air had completely drilled out of the aperture, and the golden aperture had disappeared with it.

What made Xiao Ling unhappy was that even though he had already used his limbs together, he didn't know how far he had retreated, and the silver long sword with the skin of Xuanyi armor was still following.

"You did it on purpose! The aperture is obviously not a foot above the ground, and you have fallen for too long! Moreover, whose fall is oblique!"

Before Xiao Ling could vomit, he saw that the falling silver-white long sword accelerated suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, it was inserted into the bluestone slab, and the hard bluestone slab was easily broken by the silver-white long sword.

"Zheng!"

A sword roar, an incomparably familiar scene.

Xiao Ling, who spread his legs, inserted the long sword that kept shaking between his crotch, but the location changed from the fourth floor of the Zangfeng Tower to the bluestone square outside the Zangfeng Tower.

Feeling the chill between her legs, Xiao Ling wanted to cry without tears.

"This really isn't a serious sword......"

......

Carefully avoiding the cold blade, Xiao Ling quickly got up, fortunately, the silver long sword was not staring at Xiao Ling's family, which made Xiao Ling breathe deeply.

I'm afraid that this indecent sword is a dead eye, so I recognize Xiao Ling's family and not Xiao Ling, and the scene will be very embarrassing!

Packing up her mood, Xiao Ling finally had time to take a good look at the silver long sword inserted in the bluestone slab.

In the fourth floor of the Zangfeng Tower before, Xiao Ling, who was immersed in the grief of losing Xuanyi armor and couldn't extricate himself, was thrown out by the aperture before he had time to take a closer look, and then he either fainted to vomit blood, or was scared half to death.

"But you have to be better than my Xuanyi Armor! Xuan-rank eight-grade, even if there is no eight-rank, then what's the matter, you have to compensate me for more than the fifth-rank Xuanjie, it's not too much!"

Circling the silver long sword on the bluestone square, Xiao Ling muttered as he observed.

Observing carefully, Xiao Ling estimated that the long sword in front of him was about two feet and one inch long, and couldn't help but reach out and flick it on the sword, and the crisp sound of tapping came immediately.

Based on Xiao Ling's senior research on the sword weapon, the sword body of this long sword should be forged from different metals such as dark iron or meteoric iron, the sword body is slender and thin, flashing with a faint silver light in the sun, and the blade is like autumn frost.

It's this silver light, Xiao Ling, who was stunned before, was cold in her legs, coughing cough, coughing cough, and not mentioning this stubble, saving some face.

The sword of the long sword is unpretentious, just a round ball, carved with some patterns that Xiao Ling can't understand, and the head of the sword is a miniature version of the sword.

On the whole, this silver long sword is both thin and long, which is very suitable for Xiao Ling!

"I feel like I look very ordinary!"

Xiao Ling muttered, reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, wanting to feel the thin and long silver sword, no, silver long sword.

It's just that what Xiao Ling didn't expect was that the silver light on the blade was really powerful, and the silver light went up against the sword and hit the depths of his sea of consciousness along Xiao Ling's right hand on the hilt of the sword.

"I'll go!"

A scream came out, and Xiao Ling didn't have time to let go of his hand holding the sword, only to feel that he didn't know how many times it had been in front of him, and it was dark again......

On an unknown day, the world before dawn, black and white communication depicts a gorgeous beauty, but unfortunately no one appreciates it.

In the haze, there seemed to be a figure flickering in the heavens and the earth, and there was a strange fire in the depths of the clouds, accompanied by the sound of tinkling and knocking, and it was constantly swaying, and I don't know how long, a pair of rough giant hands reached into the fire, slowly raised, and a strip-like object was held out.

The big hand swayed, the strip-like object went around the wrist, and was held by the rough big hand, it was a sword hilt, only the hilt of the sword and not the body of the long sword, but faintly, in the misty space, there seemed to be a faint sword shadow, and the sword shadow only existed for a moment.

And with the sultry light of the day and night, the fleeting sword shadow resurfaced again and mysteriously, the mottled sword body, like a little bit of streamer shaking, shallow and slender blood groove, always felt that it did not match the sword body.

The raised hands drew an elegant arc and waved towards a tall ancient pine tree next to it, and there seemed to be a gentle "click" sound in the pinna, and the tree shook slightly, but there was no change in the slightest.

Soon after, however, the lush pine canopy collapsed in a gentle southerly wind, flattening the protruding rings of the growth rings, signaling the passage of time.

The darker the sky became, the sword returned to invisible, the ancient twilight closed silently, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

The sword has passed, and the heavens and the earth are empty.

It's just that the world is nothing, and the piece where Xiao Ling is located still really exists.

The silver-white sword light allowed Xiao Ling to break free from the chaos, and in just a short moment, Xiao Ling's vest was already soaked.

I thought that the long sword that would be thrown out by myself would still be held in my hand, and the cold light that was still circulating had disappeared at this time.

He picked up the silver-white sword in his hand and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.

"Tatsukage!"

Xiao Ling muttered as he observed the silver-white long sword, this was the news he had received from the brief phantom before.

The sword in the phantom is called Chenying, which is the heaven-level Lingwu cast by the famous swordsmith Ou Yezi in ancient times, in the ancient period, the forging master of the profession was at its peak, and the forging technology was not yet broken, and the master Ou Yezi who forged the Chenying long sword was also the top forging master at that time.

Just like the current Seven-Star Saint Dan Master, that is the real forging technique.

After some consideration, Xiao Ling felt that there was still a big gap between the indecent silver long sword in front of him and the Chenying Sword in the illusion, and it should not be the same one.

"People are Tian-level Emperor Wu, you are a Xuan-level second-grade, it's okay to let me see any illusions, don't you think I'm stimulated enough! Think about the Xuan-level eight-rank Xuanyi armor that I will get right away, it's so gone, for you such a Xuan-level second-grade dog, I'm sorry!"

Although the silver long sword is really a forging spirit martial art left over from ancient times, the level of the second grade of the Xuan Rank is also really there, even if it is a rare Xuan Rank forging spirit martial art.

If you have to let Xiao Ling choose, dear, can you return Xuanyi Jia to me......

Shaking his head, Xiao Ling forcibly shook off the unrealistic idea in his mind that the unserious long sword in his hand was the Chenying Sword in the illusion.

There is no way, the information that Jiu Yao's aura sent back after a week along the silver long sword could not help Xiao Ling not recognize this reality, when you are a salted fish, you should be a salted fish, what do you think of the emperor, salted fish is only worthy of being a non-chief.