The heart is painful.

Touching the scene, he recalled his beloved Moon-Chasing Sword, and his heart no longer fluctuated.

Ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die.

A handful of month by month, not worth a friendship?

At this moment, at the Sword King, he was too lazy to look at the cage in front of him, and his body was naturally lazy.

He smirked silly, this time because of the moon of the Xuan Middle World!

Because the Moon-Chasing Sword of the Xuan Middle World was coerced by him, the young man lost his soul and fell like a broken soul.

But unfortunately, the moon-to-moon sword is strong in blood, and it is unswerving.

Loyal and filial to the Xuan Middle Ages, so the Sword King sealed it off from any heat, and quickly brought it with him, just to tame it.

However, although the perception of the Xuan Middle World floated out silently, the Moon Chasing Sword, which was enclosed with all its breath, did not know where the master was at all.

But the Sword King knows.

He is the only one who knows the ins and outs!

"Bang ......"

The long sound of impact came with a deep and powerful sound.

Only then did the sword king take into account that the sword was going on month by month, and his demonic blood was boiling, and for a while, the qi of heaven and earth was overflowing, and the demonic aura was awe-inspiring.

"This is inside the crate, and that sword has moved! Why does it point to the place that is in front of the eyes? And not around. ”

He was "dizzy with old eyes", because he was tired, the Sword King didn't look at the cage next to him, and he didn't remember where the two of them were locked up in the past, so he simply didn't care about anything.

The tremor of the sword was everywhere.

It was already unsheathed, its body awe-inspiring, and its sword qi was splashing.

Moreover, if it is really something used by the strong, the sword does not look like a thing in the pool, a smooth silver-white, grappling shield body.

The sword is in front of you.

Its uncontrollable strength, will it really let itself be eaten back?

The Sword King felt that its body was pure natural wildness.

My heart moved.

What if he could take it and erase its connection with the boy? Is it a step to the sky?

That's good!

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

He found that the place where the blade was pointing was a space in front of him.

Corners and corners, gaps.

This is a space in the prison, and it is not completely unsheltered in front of it, but an impregnable iron fence, and the opening is even more narrow, and it is easy to hide!

So, where are they?

Because in front of you, it seems to be empty, but in fact it is not.

An empty cage.

In that small place, black and white could be faintly seen.

It's as if the phantoms are shaking, but it's not the same - it's them, of course!

The sword, still aimed at the sandalwood sword box, slammed persistently, and looked desperate.

The voice is decisive and determined.

Sure enough, it's unusual, even the prison escape, still hiding here - this is not death, or is it something?

The corners of the Sword King's cold mouth showed a hint of a smile.

The smile was awe-inspiring and ruthless, and the sword aura flashed, like the final slaughter.

Its body, delicately embossed.

made the sleepy sword king even more excited for a while.

His eyes were naturally ecstatic.

"A good sword!"

The sword qi is like a wisp of silk, jagged and staggered.

On its body, the vigorous vitality of the body is increasing dramatically, hitting the sword box that binds it again and again, and the shrill sound is like the grinding of the ears and temples.

The more the Sword King looks, the more he likes it.

On its body, there are dragon patterns and countless proper decorations.

Not to mention, it feels gorgeous and smooth to get started.

He didn't even know how to get along with it, he only knew to confine it in a treasure crate and let it dissipate its anger.

Far away, the Sword King was already in full swing.

He remembered the endless stream of "clang" sounds, and frowned in displeasure.

"My blood, naturally, is useful."

His voice was so subtle that only he could hear it.

He didn't think for a long time before he had already fallen down, feeling the resentment on the body of the Moon Sword.

It's not a problem to serve it well.

But it is not willing to be imprisoned, so he has a way, that is, to break the contract!

Breaking the contract, as the name suggests, is to break the power of the contract between the magic weapon and the master, so that the magpie's nest dove occupies.

The reason why the Sword King did this was because he had a deep love for the Moon-Chasing Sword in the Xuan Middle Age.

He thought that he would never let Xuan Zhongshi know that his sword was here with the Sword King.

Indeed, he did not want to believe in fate, and it was no accident that he felt that he had become a jailer.

Let him hone it, and the Moon Chasing Sword of the Xuan Middle World is naturally a good opportunity.

The heroic posture, the appearance of the moon-chasing sword eager to try, made the sword king grit his teeth.

"Okay, I'll do it!"

He cut through his fingertips, and a drop of blood was like an agate stone of the purest kind, extremely red, and had already condensed in his fingertips.

Under his eyes, a different kind of beauty suddenly increased.

The light of the fireworks, his demonic energy was condensed on this drop of blood as much as possible.

Crimson, especially the ripples of the moon.

It's also extraordinarily transparent, shimmering with light and shadow.

"Bang", his world is no longer the same.

The Sword King gritted his teeth, his hand waved slightly, and the drop of blood seemed to be about to pounce on the sword box in front of him, the breath of the treasure box was subtle, and the breeze was blowing.

Immediately, the blood and tears really fell in front of him, concentrating and calming, the sword king's hand was trembling slightly at the same time.

Broken deed.

Drops of blood smeared on the sword case, the red of cinnabar, the clarity of the gems.

A thin layer of red, a blood-mist drapery.

That drop of blood seemed to have a deadly ripple, spreading leisurely in front of his eyes, and the sword box was penetrated.

The blood fell directly into the sword of the Moon-Chasing Sword.

The bloodshot was palpable, and they were in clusters, like a vital tool for the destruction of the contract between the Xuan Middle Ages and the Moon-Chasing Sword tainted with demon blood.

Naturally, the material of the Moon-Chasing Sword is expensive, and the blood drops will only shatter the contract, and nothing else will change.

But the Xuan Middle Ages have no connection with the Moon Sword.

The body of the Moon Chasing Sword contains all kinds of complex aura.

The contract with a shallow trace of the Xuan Middle Ages is like a brand, branded on its body.

Droplets of blood gradually seeped into its body, and from various places, it gradually drilled down, gradually mixed with the smell of blood, and seriously invaded the location of the Moon-Chasing Sword's brand.

The brand flickered, and the color of blood was already softly laid over it.

It looks soft and smooth, the moist blood drags the cold light, and there is enough to make the Xuan Zhongshi lose a lifetime--breaking the contract.

Imprints are most afraid of blurring.

The vital demonic energy in the blood droplets also seeped into the brand.

The traces of the imprint became thinner and thinner, as if dissolved by blood, as if it had been completely erased—was this really fate?

The Sword King looked at the brand quietly, only to feel a little confused.

His stiff body seemed to be relieved when he got the message that the brand had been broken.