Before this, Han Yue never thought that one day he would walk the world with two severed swords.

It's just that considering that this was chosen for him by Gu Zhihuan, Han Yue had some other emotions in his heart for no reason.

The two returned to Cangming Mountain.

Song Yufeng has long been tossed by Wu Xian to the point that he is not human.

He was lying on the table with a pale face, his clothes were disheveled, and he was out of breath, and when he saw Gu Zhihuan and them coming back, he raised his eyelids with great effort, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Gu Zhihuan glanced at Wu Xian, who was standing behind Song Yufeng, and calmly stopped at the door: "Sorry, I'm sorry to disturb." ”

Song Yufeng has been with Gu Zhihuan for so long, why don't he understand what dirty things Gu Zhihuan is thinking in his head.

He didn't know where to come out, propped up his upper body, and said to Gu Zhihuan: "We didn't do anything!" ”

"I didn't do it, or I didn't have time to do it." Gu Zhihuan said meaningfully.

"I took Wu Xian out to catch birds!" Song Yufeng collapsed.

"You're funny." Gu Zhihuan walked into the room slowly.

The corners of Song Yufeng's eyes twitched, and he felt that he couldn't wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River this time.

He gave up the struggle, lay back on the table, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the two severed swords that Han Yue was holding in his hand, and he became interested again: "Third Senior Brother, what are you holding?" ”

"Sword." Han Yue was concise and to the point.

"I'll see." Song Yufeng is like a monkey, his spiritual power seems to be inexhaustible, and after a while, he began to live again.

He beckoned to Han Yue.

On weekdays, Han Yue probably wouldn't pay attention to Song Yufeng.

But this sword was chosen by Gu Zhihuan for himself, Han Yue hesitated for half a second, and actually walked over and put the long sword on the table.

"Hey, the little bastard took the wrong medicine today, so obedient." Song Yufeng said in surprise, then picked up the blue cloth on the sword with his hand, and then his smile froze.

On the dark blue coarse cloth, two long swords that had been broken at the waist lay on it.

On the top of the sword, there are still mottled rust stains.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an old antique dug out of the ground.

Song Yufeng stretched out two fingers, picked up one of the broken swords with a look of disgust, and grinned as if he had seen something dirty.

"Third junior brother, you won't dig up the grave of your ancestor, will you?" Song Yufeng was amazed.

As early as when Song Yufeng first arrived at Cangming Mountain, he was bold and fat, turned Cangming Mountain upside down, and finally had to accept a cruel fact that there were no legendary treasures on Cangming Mountain.

This hit Song Yufeng hard.

He had a daydream of finding a treasure in the sect and then using it to make a splash.

When he thought about it, Song Yufeng even moved the bear bile that was probed in the tomb of his ancestor.

It's a pity that Song Yufeng is bold enough, but his actions are cowardly.

He has been fighting this idea for more than ten years, but he has not finally been implemented.

Unexpectedly, Han Yue was silent, and he actually threw away the ancestral grave.

Gu Zhihuan slapped Song Yufeng's head: "I think of some rebellious thoughts all day long, and I am not afraid of being struck by lightning." ”

Song Yufeng covered his head: "Where did the little junior brother's sword come from?" ”

"I took him down the hill to buy it." Gu Zhihuan said casually.

"Yamashita?! You take him?! Song Yufeng's eyes widened, and he glared at Gu Zhihuan in disbelief: "Senior sister, you actually made a special trip down the mountain for the third junior brother?" ”

"Isn't it normal to go down the mountain?" Gu Zhihuan said.

Song Yufeng knocked on the table angrily: "It's like the person who has been in the mountain for three years is not you!" ”

"I just don't have to go down." Gu Zhihuan said.

"I was chased and beaten at the bottom of the mountain, and you didn't come down the mountain to help me, isn't this the need to go down the mountain?" Song Yufeng asked.

"It's just that the skills are not as good as others." Gu Zhihuan sat down at the table, and just happened to meet Wu Xian's smiling eyes.

She didn't hesitate to turn her face away, leaving Wu Xian with a cold back.

The corners of Wu Xian's mouth hooked, but he didn't care.

Song Yu was so angry.

He suspected he must have picked it up.

"After I arrived at the Cangming Sect, you haven't been so kind to me." Song Yufeng complained.

"By age, you're slightly older than me." Gu Zhihuan said.

“……”

Wu Xian stretched out a hand and took the other half of the severed sword on the table: "Good vision." ”

Song Yufeng was silent for a longer time.

He trembled and held the severed sword in his hand: "What is so good about this sword?" ”

Song Yufengzai carefully examined back and forth several times, but still didn't notice anything wrong.

Wu Xian smiled slightly, and suddenly, the true qi in his body was running.

An indescribable pressure came down.

Gu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Han Yue straightened his back quietly.

Will he be able to have such strength one day?

Countless thoughts flashed through Han Yue's heart.

Song Yufeng was startled at first, and then habitually pouted: "Carving insect skills." ”

Wu Xian poured his true qi on the broken sword.

"Click"

The broken sword let out a whining cry.

The rust on the top of the sword slowly peeled off.

The broken sword swayed restlessly in Wu Xian's hands as if it was alive.

Wu Xian grabbed it with his bare hands, and the sound of the broken sword became more and more intense.

In a trance, Han Yue seemed to be in the middle of a decisive battlefield.

War drums were everywhere, and the fighting was undulating.

"Broken." An eerie syllable came out of Wu Xian's mouth.

As the words fell, the rust on the broken sword miraculously faded.

A cold white blade was revealed.

It was only then that everyone could see clearly that the broken sword in Wu Xian's hand was more like a short blade.

The sharp blade reflected Wu Xian's indifferent eyes.

Faintly, you can get a glimpse of the chill under Wu Xian's eyes.

It was the silence and indifference that would only come after the hands were stained with countless blood.

Song Yufeng's heart jumped.

Han Yue stared at the short blade deadly, his gaze was actually sucked over, and he couldn't take it off no matter what.

There was an eerie whimpering sound in my ears.

Han Yue gave birth to a fierce resentment for no reason.

He thought of the injustices he had experienced as a child, and his eyes were filled with blood.

The evil aura from the short blade was particularly chilling.

Han Yue involuntarily raised his hand.

The moment he held the short blade, Han Yue even had a feeling of being in control of heaven and earth.

The corners of his mouth twisted upward.

If he had such a powerful ability, his parents would never have chosen to abandon him without hesitation.

In this world, only absolute strength can survive.

Han Yue's breathing was a little heavier.

He gripped the blade until his face ached.

Han Yue woke up suddenly.

Wu Xian was across from him, the short blade in his hand.

Han Yue subconsciously looked down at his hands, there was nothing.

"Third Senior Brother......" Song Yufeng looked at Han Yue's expression to the extreme: "What happened to you just now?" ”