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When he learned that the turquoise stone sword inserted in his chest was really the legendary flying sword, the burning fighting spirit in the eyes of the hunchbacked old man was extinguished by fear in an instant, and the spirit of the whole person collapsed instantly, lowered his head, and muttered to himself: "Flying sword, heaven - the skills of this thing have disappeared for hundreds of years, every time it appears on the rivers and lakes, it is a bloody storm, and I can die under such a murder weapon, I can be regarded as a well-deserved death, but it is a pity that ......"

The ugly man stepped forward slowly, cautiously looked at the hunchbacked old man who had almost killed him just now, confirmed the threat, and now there was blood between his mouth and nose, and the hero was in the twilight, a sadness, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little soft.

At this time, I have hugged the fat girl over, and checked all over the body, and now it is fine, just now I went to hold the hands of Hongmang, and there was no harm at all, which reminded me of two things, first, of course, the fat girl stole the soul protection beads brought by the old man Yang Erchou from the ancient tomb of Nanming that day, that thing was originally Yang Erchou was prepared to use to reincarnate and possess the body, and it was the most precious, and the result was swallowed by the monkey, and then it killed Yang Erchou's most proud zombie big man directly.

This kind of death is death in the true sense, the soul is completely gone, there are not many people who can do this, you can imagine, the fat girl after swallowing the soul bead is no longer the little monkey in my understanding.

When I think of the old Taoist in Tsing Yi's expectations for fat girls, it seems that they are still higher than me, and I feel that this little guy is really not simple.

Just as I was examining the fat girl's body, the hunchbacked old man also talked to the sword. Although that guy has the same virtue as Yang Erchou, he doesn't treat people as people, and his hands are full of blood debts, but he is most concerned about the field he is good at, and he asked about the origin of the flying sword while he was still able to speak. The word sword is a sincere person, and he does not hide it, saying that this is his master's award, his master's honorific name is called "South China Sea Sword Demon", is a person who is an outsider, the world is rarely heard, but that means is the inheritance of the Southern Song Dynasty, this sword is also left by the master, it is said that the ancestors used a stone that left the blood of the ancient spirit beast, carved for a long time.

Hearing him say this, the hunchbacked old man's eyes were bright, and he smiled strangely: "Hehe, I knew that this is an antiquity-flying sword technique fault for hundreds of years, how can someone do it now?" ”

After saying this, he let go of the obsession in his heart, lowered his head, and touched the runes on the stone sword with his hand, feeling it carefully. As a result, when the hand touched, it was as if it had been electrocuted.

This is the counterattack contained in the flying sword itself, the person who is not the master, once touched, will suffer from it, but he did not let go, but as if touching the skin of a peerless beauty, and it is also a slender beautiful leg, he touched it hungrily, and asked the ugly man in front of him: "Who doesn't want to make a flying sword and become famous?" In fact, I also tried to build a flying sword, but the notes of the ancestors are too obscure, and there is nothing to refer to - this flying sword, it should have a sword spirit in it, how do you drive it, and how do you communicate with it? ”

The two of them fought to the death just now, and now they actually talked about this topic again, like a confidant, which made people scratch their heads, and the word sword was disdainful of this hunchbacked old man before, but after fighting with the blood-drinking cold light sword he made, there was also respect on his face, and he said respectfully: "There is indeed a sword spirit in it, and this needs to be used to nourish the sword with qi and constantly ......."

He said his experience, but the hunchbacked old man didn't have time to listen, the emerald stone sword suddenly came, inserted in his chest, looking at the wound is not big, but in fact, the sword qi has already shattered the meridians of the hunchbacked old man's body, he has not much time to live, seeing this situation, Liu Laosan, who has been shrinking back just now, is heroic, strode forward, and pushed away the sword that was obviously a little out of strength, and then leaned over and picked up the blood-drinking cold light sword on the ground, raised it high, and shouted loudly: " In order to comfort the souls of the undead who sacrificed before, the person in charge will be sacrificed to death on the day of the sword, which is the destiny of heaven, you should understand this fate, suffer death! ”

Liu Laosan raised the blood-colored long sword that was buzzing non-stop, and with a twist of his wrist, when he was about to throw the hunchbacked old man down, the word sword next to him suddenly shouted: "Don't......"

He didn't want to watch this hunchbacked old man who had a good chat with him die in such a humiliating manner, but the flying sword just now obviously exhausted all his strength, and this one pushed it away, but the result did not stop Liu Laosan's sword momentum, but pushed the originally accurate sword crookedly.

This crooked, I was waiting for a happy hunchback old man's eyes to bulge, but now the sword slashed half of his neck, and as a result, it was stuck in the bone.

This can't go up, can't go down, half-dead appearance, can make the hunchbacked old man who thought he could die happily hurt half to death, tears flowed suddenly, and he began to shout at the top of his throat, Liu Laosan was also full of courage, but the sword was not dead, so he hurriedly let go of his hand, scolded the sword for what the hell, scared him half to death, and the word sword asked sharply: "He is just a blacksmith with some pursuits, why do you want to end his life in this cruel and humiliating way?" ”

The two of them originally had some suspicions, and at this moment, they scolded each other, Liu Laosan scolded the one-word sword for being ungrateful, turning his face and not recognizing people, and the one-word sword scolded Liu Laosan for being Huang Shiren's landlord, the two pinched, Liu Laosan finally couldn't say anything, and shouted loudly: "In the end, this matter is not your Huang family's business?" I just reached out. ”

The one-word sword was even more angry, grabbed Liu Laosan's neckline, and scolded: "I am me, their Jingmen Huang family is Jingmen Huang family, although Lao Tzu is also surnamed Huang, but I am the meat factory to kill a pig, and it has nothing to do with that kind of high-ranking noble valve, if you don't talk about people again, I will be your ancestors, believe it or not, I don't care about your shit?" ”

He said it decisively, Liu Laosan was a little weak-hearted, but after all, he still refused to admit his mistake, this is bitter for the master who was nailed to the wall, half of his neck was cut off, and he should have bled to death, but he didn't know if it was because of the blood-drinking cold light sword, or something else, anyway, he just didn't die, he howled for a while, his voice was hoarse, and now he was not dead, these two masters were arguing, and said aggrievedly: "Two, can you spare some effort to give the old man me a good time?" Damn, it hurts to death......"

The hunchbacked old man begged bitterly, but the two masters seemed to be addicted to arguing, and he didn't hear it, so he was helpless, and looked at me again, saying This little brother, you are smiling, give me a happy one, give me a death, right? Really, ouch, it hurts......

The leader of the evil way who has countless life lawsuits in his hands is actually afraid of pain? I was a little confused, but I had the heart to get the whereabouts of Luo Da** from him, so I discussed with him: "This matter is not difficult, but the whereabouts of my friend, Luo Da**...... Ahem, you should understand. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, he immediately replied hurriedly: "I didn't kill him, that kid has good roots, I handed him over to the white paper fan, hoping to cultivate a junior - don't ask me where the white paper fan is, if I say it, the soul will fall into the abyss, and there will be no peace forever, come, it hurts......" He shouted at the top of his voice, man is about to die, his words are good, I saw that he spoke sincerely, and I couldn't bear him to be so painful, so he stepped forward and held the blood drinking cold light sword tightly, feeling that the hilt of the sword was warm and moderate, There is a very tacit sense of comfort.

Then my hand took it, and the hunchbacked old man's head fell with ease, and rolled to the ground.

The head fell, and the blood gushed out into the air, it stands to reason that this blood is enough to spurt out seven or eight meters, but it was all absorbed by the blood-drinking cold light sword, and this sword suddenly began to vibrate violently, I was so frightened that I wanted to shake off, but it seemed to be stuck to my hand. Liu Laosan and Yizi Sword stopped arguing and turned their heads to look at me, but when they saw that the red light of this blood sword had been condensed for a long time, it suddenly exploded, and a breath of blood light rose sharply, piercing the sky, and the majestic place was simply a miracle.

Looking at the scene before the meeting, Liu Laosan's lips trembled with excitement, and he held the hand of the sword and shouted: "See it?" See, the divine soldier is in the world, and a vision is born in the sky, this is simply a miracle! ”

Liu Laosan was as excited as a child, laughing and jumping with his hand holding a sword, completely forgetting that he had quarreled with this ugly and short man just now.

After lasting for more than ten seconds, the blood light suddenly converged, and I finally threw the hot long sword on the ground, stepped back, and took more than a dozen steps back, accidentally stepped on a body, lowered my head, but saw Shen Zhong looking at me with a depressed face. I was a little confused, so I hurriedly helped him up and asked him if he was okay? Shen Zhong was restrained by the hunchbacked old man before, but he was not injured much, and Lao Kong and Xiao Lu next to him were also fine.

Nothing happened, we walked to Liu Laosan and Yizi Jian, thanked him repeatedly, grateful for the kindness of helping, Liu Laosan was absent-minded, and after dealing with two sentences, he tore off the clothes of the hunchbacked old man, wrapped the blood-drinking cold light sword with a cloth and hurriedly left, we sent them to the door just now, when there was a sudden violent sound of kicking the door outside.

Knock, knock, knock......