This is a set of swords. The long sword is about three feet long, and its luster is cold and sharp, like a pool of autumn water. Zijian is nine inches long, and on the sword body, dragon scale-like lines faintly appear, revealing an unruly atmosphere.

The sword is engraved with the name. The sub-sword is called Dragon Xuan, and the long sword is called Shura.Blood Drink.

This sword is not bad!

"Where did you get this sword weapon?" Xia Huang asked the young man.

The boy said, "This is what my father found in a valley when he was hunting. This sword weapon is still in line with the son's wishes?"

The young man was a little worried, since his father fell ill, their family was stretched thin, and it was difficult to make a living, so they hoped that they could rely on this sword weapon to exchange some money and solve the family's predicament.

Xia Huang groaned slightly and asked, "How much are you going to bid?"

The young man thought for a while and said, "Childe thinks this sword weapon is worth much, just look at it." ”

It can be seen that the young man already has trust in Xia Huang in his heart.

Xia Huang took out a few silver tickets from his arms, stuffed them into his hand, and said: "You take these silver tickets first, my name is Xia Huang, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can go to the Sword Pavilion Dragon Hall to find me." ”

Xia Huang gave the boy three thousand taels. Three thousand taels of silver, enough for the young man's family to live a relatively prosperous life.

The real value of this set of swords, of course, is more than three thousand taels of silver. But for teenagers, giving too much money is not a good thing, it is better to remember this situation first, and when the teenager needs it in the future, it is not too late to compensate.

"Thank you, Childe!" the boy thanked again.

"Childe, this weapon is ominous, you have to be careful!"

Just as Xia Huang put away his sword weapon and was about to leave, the middle-aged man who had been silent suddenly said.

"Oh, why is it ominous?" Xia Huang said curiously.

The middle-aged man's expression revealed a trace of panic, and said: "I have seen the terrifying scene of endless killing, corpse mountains and blood sea in this sword weapon, this sword weapon, I don't know how many people have been killed, how much blood has been stained, this is an ominous sword!"

Hearing this, Xia Huang raised his eyebrows slightly.

Could it be that this sword weapon has already given birth to a "spirit"?

All things have animism, and so does the instrument. However, in order to give birth to a "spirit", a vessel must go through countless long years and various unique conditions. And once the "spirit" is conceived, this instrument will also become completely different, like a metamorphosis and rebirth.

It's just that if this sword weapon really has a "spirit", what kind of "spirit" should it be, so that the middle-aged man can see such a terrifying scene?

"If Gongzi feels that he can't control this sword weapon, and if something abnormal happens, he can resell it to those sect clans, and they should have a way to suppress this sword weapon. It can be seen that the terrifying scene of endless killing, corpse mountains and sea of blood has caused a deep psychological shadow on this middle-aged man, and he reminded Xia Huang tremblingly.

"Good. ”

Xia Huang nodded and agreed.

For this set of sword weapons, I can't help but have more expectations in my heart.

The sky was slightly bright, and a ray of morning light dispelled the clouds and mist, pouring down, illuminating the earth.

The leaves swayed in the breeze, and the dew fell from the tips of the leaves.

It's early in the morning again.

Carrying blood on his back and wearing a dragon whirling sword at his waist, Xia Huang appeared in front of a forest.

The vast forest, like the sea and the prison, stretches endlessly. In the depths of the mountains and forests, there are faint bursts of tiger roaring ape crying, which is breathtaking and makes people's hearts palpitate.

This is the Demon Nightmare Forest, one of the top ten dangerous places in Fusunxing, covering an area of several states. It is rumored that in the depths of the Demon Nightmare Forest, there is a powerful existence at the level of the Demon Emperor, which makes many human powerhouses afraid to set foot easily.

Of course, Xia Huang's trial was only on the periphery of the forest.

Xuanmai realm cultivation, to go to the depths of the demon nightmare forest, this is not bravery, but recklessness and death.

"After following me for so long, it's time to come out, right?"

Xia Huang turned around suddenly, looked away, and said.

"Hehe, you've found out. In the midst of a sneer, a figure walked out from behind a big tree, carrying a long sword, a bright yellow robe, with a scornful look, with a hint of cruelty, if it wasn't Xiao Feng, who could it be?

Staring at Xia Huang, Xiao Feng's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Xia Huang, today, let's make an end." You humiliated my brother, this account, let's settle it. ”

"Are you really here for Xiao Rulu?" Xia Huang sneered: "Isn't it Situ Langya, who asked you to test me?"

It is conceivable that the matter of playing the sword platform will inevitably reach Situ Langya's ears. As the young hall master of the Ming Hall, who had been suppressed by the Dragon Hall and had been competing with the Dragon Hall for the title of the first hall of the Sword Pavilion, and the person who was determined to be in charge of the Dragon Hall, it was impossible for Situ Langya to turn a blind eye to the rise of Xia Huang.

Any opportunity that can hit Xia Huang and even Long Tang, Situ Langya will not let it go.

Only when the current Dragon Hall is truly trampled into the dust, and when he takes over, there will be less resistance and more people will surrender.

Of course, with Xia Huang, it is not enough to let Situ Langya take action personally.

Because

In Situ Langya's eyes,

Xia Huang has always been just an ant.

"Whatever I'm here for, today, I'm going to let you know what despair is. In this wilderness, don't expect someone to save you, this day will be your nightmare!" Xiao Feng said with cold eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Really?" Xia Huang smiled faintly, stretched out his hand to break off a branch from the side, pointed at Xiao Feng, and said, "To deal with Xiao Rulu, I used a branch, and the same is true for you." You two brothers are worthy of only one branch. ”

"What!?"

Xiao Feng glared, unable to believe it.

"Hahaha!" Immediately, he laughed, but his eyes were cold, "Xia Huang, you are crazy, you are crazy enough." Thirty inches of vitality, I don't know where you got your confidence?"

"Since you yourself are dead, then it will be done for you!"

In a cold voice, Xiao Feng pointed at it, and the long sword behind his back came out of its sheath, holding it in his hand, the sword light was like electricity, tearing the air, and facing Xia Huang's chest, a sword stabbed out.

Recently, Xiao Feng's vitality thickness has made a breakthrough again, reaching eighty inches, and his strength has become stronger.

Eighteen first-class swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle, so what?

The thickness of the vitality is only thirty inches,

Not to mention eighteen, even if it is one hundred and eighty first-class swordsmanship, it is just a show!

Xiao Feng's eyes were sharp.

He seemed to have seen the next moment, Xia Huang's chest was pierced, and hot blood was mixed with various organ fragments, splashing wildly. Then, Xia Huang looked frightened and desperate, trembling and trembling in front of him.

Thinking of these pictures, Xiao Feng's mood couldn't help but be excited and agitated.

A whining sound sounded sharply, and the sword light galloped like lightning, and it had pierced in front of Xia Huang's eyes!

However.