The two of them joined forces very early and robbed the ancestral tombs of the royal family.

Now, open the coffin of a guy who has been dead for thousands of years.

There is really no psychological burden at all.

Jun Aohan glanced at the thick chains that lay across the surroundings.

"You dodge."

Ye Qingli obediently stepped back.

Jun Aohan roared.

Cold air poured out, forming an incomparably powerful ice blade in the air.

Slashed into the air.

"Brush!"

"Boom!"

The huge coffin fell to the ground with a bang.

It was only at this time that Ye Qingli discovered that the coffin was actually carved from a whole piece of jade.

She stuck out her tongue.

"That's a lot of money."

A huge sarcophagus, like a whole piece of transparent crystal.

However, only a dry skeleton remained.

Even if a martial artist is powerful, if he does not break through the innate ninth order, it will not be possible to withstand the invasion of the years.

Jun Aohan stretched out his hand and directly uncovered the lid of the coffin.

When the wind blew, the pile of dry bones suddenly turned to ashes.

Inside, there was a long iron box covered with rust.

"Zheng!"

Chixiao suddenly let out a crisp dragon groan.

Jun Aohan was thoughtful.

He picked up the iron box directly.

"Qingli!"

Ye Qingli took Chixiao directly from under the coffin.

"Smack!"

The iron box in Jun Aohan's hand suddenly shattered into countless pieces.

A dark red sword with a puddle of blood on it.

appeared in Jun Aohan's hands!

The face is covered with countless blood-colored threads.

It's like being full of murderous aura from hell.

It makes people shudder when they look at it.

And Chixiao in Ye Qingli's hands.

At this time, a dazzling light suddenly bloomed.

Then, it flew directly from Ye Qingli's hands!

Countless pieces of rust flew out in all directions.

What emerged in the middle was an incomparably brilliant, golden sword!

It is engraved with dragon patterns.

Standing proudly upright in the air.

It makes a clear sound like a dragon's groan!

On the hilt of the sword, there are two more ancient characters.

Ye Qingli cried out in surprise.

"It's really Chixiao!"

"It turns out that Chixiao and Blood Refining must meet before they can burst out with their original light!"

The golden red sky, and the dark red red refinement.

Two swords put together, very different styles.

There is not a trace of disobedience.

On the contrary, it seems to be so coordinated.

The expression on Jun Aohan's face suddenly softened at this time.

"What do you think of?"

"It suddenly occurred to me that in the past, there was a legend about these two swords."

"What legend?"

"It is said that the sword-casting master of the year, Long Yuanzi. He had two disciples, a boy and a woman. The two of them have worshiped under Master Long Yuanzi since they were children, and they love each other very much. Later, one day, Master Long Yuan decided to use his life's energy to forge two peerless famous swords. ”

To this end, he searched for all the rare materials in the world, removed the chaff, and finally opened the furnace to forge the sword. In the process of forging the sword, there were countless tribulations. The sky is thundering, and the demons are attacking. ”

"So, is his sword forged?"

Ye Qingli asked nervously.

"In the end, it's not easy to cast. However, the sword galls of the two swords, fused together, could never be separated. ”

Ye Qingli knew that the last step in forging a sword was to separate the sword gall, otherwise, it would not be possible to forge a peerless sword.