"I don't want to. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Bai Yu refused.

When he saw Mr. De handing him the white stick in his hand, Bai Yu's heart was already cold.

"It's just that it looks a little ordinary, and this thing is more or less a famous sword with a head and a face...... Let's see if you can pull it out. ”

Mr. De laughed playfully and quipped, "Maybe it's rejecting you, not you." ”

Speaking of which, Bai Yu had no choice but to take the white stick. The stick is two meters long, and it is easy to use for fighting, but Bai Yu doesn't know any stick skills, and the level of his whole body is limited to a set of Mozi swordsmanship.

Is this really a sword? This jade-white material looks fragile. It's better to be a sword, after all, Bai Yu can't even use a pistol, and the stick is too difficult for him.

"It has a handle of half a meter and a sheath of one and a half meters. Try to pull it out, hard. ”

Bai Yu gripped the white stick tightly, he grabbed the ends of the stick and pressed it to both sides, if this was really a long sword without any fancy eyes, then it was possible to show its true face in this way.

But just as Bai Yu exerted all his strength to fight a protracted battle with the stick, a pinprick-like stinging pain suddenly came from his palm. A devouring force was sucking his blood and sucking it into the stick itself.

Bai Yu subconsciously let go of his hand, and he saw that the place that was originally covered by his palm already had a touch of scarlet as bewitching as a flower.

"It acknowledges the power of your bloodline, and when the blood soaks its entire body, that's when the blade of this sword is unsheathed." Mr. De explained: "Don't be afraid, just continue. ”

Now, the middle-aged man's expression was like that of a pyramid schemer, using a seductive tone to guide Bai Yu to make the next step in line with his wishes.

"I hope you're not lying, just suck some blood, I don't care." Bai Yu chose to continue to trust the man he met for the first time in front of him, and he covered his palm with the bloodstained area again, and the tingling sensation followed.

Bai Yu now has the power of a windmill, which means that he has the power of a vampogher, his own blood-making ability has been strengthened, and excessive blood loss is not life-threatening for him.

The stinging sensation in both hands became stronger and stronger, and the white body of the stick completely turned red like an agate.

The black light of the knife flickered through the room, and where the stick had been pulled out, it seemed that thousands of evil spirits had been released, their shadows dancing like moths in the bright spots of the walls.

Bai Yu pulled out the sword, which was a double-edged long sword with a black body. The aura of darkness came to the face, accompanied by the extreme cold of ice.

Bai Yu sighed: "The black sword body is rare." ”

Mr. De told Bai Yu about the origin of this sword: "When this sword was originally designed, it deliberately imitated the demon sword Qingtian of the Eight Inferior Weapons, but in the end it only imitated the black color of the demon knife when it was turbid, and did not imitate the silver luster of the demon knife when it was clean. ”

He sighed a little, but he could only sigh helplessly: "Legend has it that after the initial forging was successful, it became a failure, until a master integrated the power of the ice attribute and the power of the dark attribute into it, and then filled it up. Mr. De is glad that such a perfect work has not been buried.

"Chopping knives?" Bai Yu stroked the sword body and asked.

"It's not a horse sword, it's a horse sword. Although they are the same type of weapon, there are essential differences in substance. ”

Mr. De said: "This broken horse sword comes from your hometown, and it belongs to the Tang sword of a glorious era. ”

"Sure enough, the famous sword." Bai Yu sighed, of course he knew what the Tang Dao was.

The Tang knife is the pinnacle of Xuanhuang Guoleng weapons, because of the different forms and uses, it is divided into Mo knife, instrument knife, barrier knife, horizontal knife and Miao knife.

The instrument knife, the barrier knife, and the horizontal knife all belong to the short knife, and the long knife more than two meters long in his hand either belongs to the Miao knife or belongs to the Mo knife. And the lethality of Miao Dao and Mo Dao is the ultimate in Tang Dao.

Bai Yu asked, "Is this a Miao knife or a Mo knife?" He stroked every inch of the blade, and couldn't put it down, as if caressing the delicate skin of the beauty.

"The single-edged one is a Miao knife, used for chopping, holding it with both hands, and cutting off the horse's head with all its strength, so it has the reputation of chopping the horse knife, which belongs to the most lethal kind of Tang knife." Mr. De explained as he made a two-handed chopping motion.

Then he said with a little disappointment: "It's a pity, you are a Mo knife, and the double edge is a Mo knife." ”

"Is Modao bad?" Bai Yu listened to this tone, as if there was some regret.

Mr. De's expression changed abruptly, and he laughed excitedly: "Mo Dao is the king of swords, and the saint of swords." The power is amazing, and it is also famous for breaking the horse sword...... How can it be worse? ”

"To be old and not die is to be a thief." Bai Yu was dissatisfied with Mr. De's tricks on him, and he said, "Please respect yourself, Your Majesty." ”

"How do you know about me...... My identity. Mr. De said.

"Breath pull, I can feel your dominance in this warehouse, and the recognition of these weapons for you. That is, you are the master here. The owner of the core warehouse of the palace is the current Emperor Edward no matter how you think about it. Bai Yu looked at the middle-aged man's eyes, he endured the oppression that the other party had accumulated over time, just to not lose the upper hand in momentum.

"Well, I do have the surname De...... I didn't expect Bai Haori's son to be so smart. Mr. De said sadly, "If only Rose had given me a son." He has already admitted Bai Yu's conjecture.

"Actually, my father's sword told me, Heart-Eater—that's its name, and because of its blood, it opened its heart to me. Also, this Mo Dao Heart-Eater also asked me to tell you to say thank you for your continued care. Bai Yu withdrew the sword into its scabbard, the blood color quickly receded, and the Mo knife turned into an ordinary white stick again.

"This is the weapon that the tyrant has been following him since he was not famous, and in a sense, its status is higher than that of dust. Alas, thank you or not, I also hope that the sharpest sword can exert the most dazzling electricity and light in the past. Because of the bloodline seal, I have no way to use it, and there is no way to return this thing to your Bai family. ”

"How did it fall into the hands of the Blue Sky Bird royal family?"

"Want to hear it? I've kept it here...... Sake was prepared in advance. ”

The story in this is enough to make this emperor who does not act in political affairs lament and sigh many times.

"Forget it, someone's coming." Bai Yu casually picked up a dagger placed next to him, he swirled the short, sharp blade into a circle of light, and the phantom jumped out three cold rays in a row under the leap of his fingers. After a third flicker, he threw the dagger.

Mozi swordsmanship, sword collapse.

The dagger shook the entire wooden door out, and this strange situation was still due to the strange hardness of the wooden door and the bluntness of the dagger. If Bai Yu threw the Mo knife in his hand, I am afraid that the wooden door would have been pierced inside and out.

There were two muffled noises from the wooden door, the first one seemed to be caused by the wooden door hitting something soft, and the second was due to the impact of an unknown object behind the wooden door and then hitting the wooden door of the opposite room - the two doors were like shells, as if they were grasping something.