Shaking his head, Chen Han expelled the rare trace of sentimentality from his mind.

Refocus on what is in front of you, or rather, on the wide seat.

If he remembered correctly in the dream just now, the sword that Di Xin took out in the end seemed to have been taken out from this chair.

Chen Han's eyes flashed, his eyes were firmly locked on the soaring bird, and he slowly touched the head of the bird with his hand, the size of this bird is not large, and the statue under him is actually carved on it countless times in size.

The bird's head raised high seemed to be like a sharp sword soaring into the sky.

He slowly grasped the neck of the bird at the front end with his hand, pushed it with his true qi, and suddenly pulled it back, and in an instant, a crisp sword sound sounded, and a strange-shaped sword appeared in front of Chen Han's eyes.

Chen Han's eyes showed a hint of joy, ignoring Tang Luo's shocked eyes on the side, and put the sword in front of him and looked at it carefully.

As I saw in my memory before, except for the bare place, it changed from pale gold to dark gold, and the part of the sword body was cast in bronze, which is right, after all, at that time, the use of iron tools was still very shallow, and naturally there would be no such thing as an iron sword.

However, bronze naturally also has the advantage of bronze, that is, although the degree of solidity is definitely not as good, the conductivity of true qi is far greater than that of ordinary iron swords.

The hilt of his sword does not have the round edge of a sword like a normal long sword, but like the beak of a bird, the pointed point is extended by a long part, which looks very strange, and even gives people the illusion that there are swords on both sides.

The same is true of the sword head, which has a completely asymmetrical beauty, even up and down.

The sword body is extremely slender, even if Chen Han has seen countless swords, but it is the first time he has seen such a sword body that is only one finger thin, but the tip of the sword is sharp and terrifying, and the sword body is more than one and a half meters long. This made Chen Han feel as if it was not an ancient sword in China, but a kind of Western fencing.

Although more than 5,000 years have passed, there is not a trace of rust, and Chen Han can even find a ray of reflection on the sword.

glanced at the bird that was about to fly, and the gap that appeared in the center was obviously the long sword that was pulled out in it

"What is this?"

Tang Luo exclaimed in surprise, gently covering his red lips that were covered by the mask, and his eyes showed an incredible look.

Chen Han raised his eyebrows, looked at Tang Luo over there, and asked, "Do you know this sword?" Originally, he just asked casually, and he didn't report any hope at all, but he didn't expect that Tang Luo would really say it.

"I've seen it in ancient books, but I haven't mentioned the name, it seems to be an imperial sword of the Shang Dynasty."

Chen Han shook his head helplessly, didn't continue to pay attention to this woman, and refocused his attention on the sword, his true qi surging all over his body, urging his true qi to attach to this long sword.

In an instant, a faint white qi condensed on the sword's body, and at this moment, a dazzling white light rose from the long sword in his hand and the Xuanniao sculpture on the seat. actually had a trace of connection with Chen Han's true qi.

"What's going on!" Chen Han's eyes widened, and he glanced at the Xuanniao sculpture and the seat with some blankness, and then looked at the white true qi in his hand with some shock, and he didn't understand what was going on for a while.

In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts crossed through Chen Han's heart, and the most likely reason was the reason for his own internal breath of refining and washing the spirit record, after all, at that time, as the state religion of the Shang Dynasty, it must have something in common in terms of martial arts.

And the white light at the moment is obviously from the same source as himself.

The white light lasted for about a minute and then slowly dissipated, and after it completely dissipated, Chen Han found that the feeling that this Xuanniao gave him was completely different, and when he touched it with both hands, it was implicated with the true qi in his body, and even gave him the illusion of a blood connection.

Casting his gaze on the Xuanyao again, Chen Han reinserted the long sword in his hand again, and the two red gems in the eyes of the Xuanniao, which had been dimmed before, suddenly returned to their previous brightness, I don't know if it was an illusion, Chen Han even felt that the feeling he had just given him was even stronger than just now, and there was really a feeling that this thing was about to come to life.

And the next moment, this thing really came to life in Chen Han's eyes.

A strange red light flashed, and Chen Han fell asleep again.

This time is obviously different from the previous time, although the last time it was also passive, but it was slowly closing his eyes, this time the person was still standing, and suddenly fainted on this seat.

This situation startled Tang Luo, and he hurriedly supported Chen Han's fallen body, carefully touched his snort, and suddenly, a burst of hot air generated by rhythmic breathing intervals sprayed on his white fingers.

Tang Luo breathed a sigh of relief, gently put him on the seat, and then looked at the soaring Xuanniao with the same curious gaze.

She learned from Chen Han's appearance just now, and her body was full of cyan true qi, slowly condensed in her hand, and then covered the Xuanniao from her hand.

Suddenly, Tang Luoxing's eyes opened slightly, and the horror in his eyes could be seen by anyone, and in the next second, the Xuanniao statue was not as bright as before, but instead sounded a piercing birdsong in Tang Luo's ears.

Tang Luo's body flew backwards all of a sudden, and before she could react, she was directly slammed under the white floor of the steps, and she didn't get up for half a day.

After a while, Tang Luo struggled to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, covered his chest and slowly stood up from the ground, looking at the Xuanniao statue in front of him in horror, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

She had just felt very clearly that a powerful force was coming from the statue, not only shattering her true qi, but also making herself like this with just a small amount of power, because at the last moment, she clearly felt that the statue had withdrawn a large part of its strength.

Tang Luo could be sure that if he had a little action that was unfavorable to Chen Han, the power on the Xuanniao statue that seemed to have life would definitely kill him in an instant.

"This ...... What's going on? Walking up the steps again, Tang Luo obviously didn't dare to act rashly this time, but just looked around the statue carefully. glanced at Chen Han who was sitting below again, a little unclear.

(End of chapter)