Ling Yu looked at the Sky Splitting Bow and the Absolute Cold Sword that were shining with cold light in front of him, and his heart was extremely painful. He knew that the Absolute Cold Sword and the Sky Splitting Bow were the life-saving things of the two grandfathers. If you want to give it to yourself now, it is equivalent to entrusting your life in your own hands. This kindness is no longer something that can be expressed in words. In any case, Ling Yu would not ask for it.

"Two grandfathers, please forgive me for not being able to accept these two treasures. This is not only your weapon, but also your partner, an existence that is related to your life and death, and depends on you for good and evil. Moreover, I already have my own weapons. Ling Yu hurriedly waved his hand and refused.

"That short sword of yours is just an ordinary sword, how can it be compared to these two peerless divine weapons?" Ling Feng thought that the weapon Ling Yu was talking about was the short sword they carried when they entered the pine forest. So when Ling Yu finished speaking, his face was gloomy and he accused softly.

"It's not the one you said, it's a weapon I got in the ancient city when I met the master in the pine forest. Ling Yu didn't dare to reveal Mr. and Mizusawa Divine City, for fear that the wall would have ears, so he could only say cryptically.

"Oh, there is such a thing, what kind of weapon is it?" After listening to Ling Yu's words, both Di Xun and Ling Feng were aroused by curiosity. They naturally knew that the master Ling Yu was talking about was Mr., and that ancient city was the Mizusawa Divine City, and the weapons that could be obtained in the Divine City must be extraordinary. Thinking of this, Di Xun asked softly.

Ling Yu saw that the two old men were looking at him with hopeful eyes, so he no longer hid, only to see his fingers move slightly, green light flashed, and a simple broken sword was held by Ling Yu in his hand. He held the broken sword in his hand and handed it to Ling Feng and Di Xun.

Before Ling Yu sacrificed the broken sword, Ling Feng and the others thought that since the blade Ling Yu said was obtained in Mizusawa Divine City, it must be an extraordinary thing. And when Ling Yu presented the broken sword in front of the two of them, a thick look of disappointment flashed in their eyes. Because this sword was far from what they imagined, in their imagination, it must have been made of extraordinary materials. The whole body exuded a cold murderous aura, and the cold light overflowed. Even if it's not as good as the Absolute Cold Sword, I'm afraid it won't be too different. But when they saw the broken sword, the two old men shook their heads. Not to mention the murderous aura of this sword, the appearance alone is very inferior, and there is a "clumsy" aura from the inside to the outside, and it is actually a broken sword. The blade is not sharp, there is no cold light, there is no murderous aura, and even the material is as black as dark iron, and there is nothing brilliant about it.

"Yu'er, don't fool us with this, your weapon is mortal at first glance, how can it be compared to our immortal-level treasures. Ling Feng shook his head and sighed. He didn't want to hit Ling Yu, but the facts were in front of him, and he was just telling the truth.

"Grandpa, don't underestimate this sword, although it is only a broken sword, it is a divine weapon with spirituality and will. Ling Yu looked at Ling Feng's disdainful expression and argued. Because he knew that the remnant was the soul of the weapon, although he was broken.

"Kid, it doesn't even need to be sensitive, you know it's bland just by looking at it with the naked eye. Ling Feng said, taking the broken sword from Ling Yu's hand, and the moment the broken sword came into his hand, Ling Feng suddenly let out an exclamation, only to hear him scream "oops", and the broken sword fell off from his hand. When the broken sword touched the stone slab on the ground, it plunged into the thick stone slab like cutting tofu. And Ling Feng was also stunned by the weight of the broken sword, he looked at the quaint broken sword that had already submerged into the hilt, and was silent.

"Brother Xian, what's wrong with you?" Di Xun also saw Ling Feng's strange appearance and asked softly.

"This sword...... It's so heavy!" Ling Feng replied with a solemn face after recovering from his shock. He dared to conclude that the moment he started the broken sword just now, he was like holding a 10,000-pound boulder. The sudden weight caught him off guard, and Ling Feng knew that he had lost his eyes. I saw him frown, re-examining this seemingly incomparably clumsy weapon.

After listening to Ling Feng's words, and looking at his solemn expression, Di Xun was also suspicious, could it be that he really looked away? Thinking of this, Di Xun stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and wanted to pull it up. And the moment he exerted his strength, he knew why Ling Feng reacted like this. This sword is indeed too heavy, if my estimation is correct, I am afraid it has exceeded 10,000 catties. Di Xun Gong walked the meridians, his anger sank into the dantian, only to hear his "hey" soft drink, and finally lifted the broken sword. Although Di Xun had already held the broken sword in his hand, he had exhausted all his strength at this time. Sweat continued to drip down his forehead, the hand holding the broken sword kept shaking, and his knuckles were white, obviously overwhelmed.

Ling Yu saw that Di Xun was struggling, and hurriedly took the broken sword from Di Xun's hand. And the broken sword actually let out a slight tremor when it returned to Ling Yu's hand, and Ling Yu seemed to have caught a trace of pleasure in the broken sword.

Ling Feng and Di Xun saw that Ling Yu was holding the broken sword effortlessly, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Yu'er, this broken sword weighs 10,000 catties, why do you have no trouble carrying it." ”

"Ten thousand catties, obviously only about a thousand catties!" Ling Yu was also surprised when she heard Ling Feng's question. He stroked the blade of his sword, not knowing why.

"Could it be that this weapon is really a divine weapon that can recognize the master?" Di Xun said softly with a suspicious expression. Because he knew that only weapons above the immortal level would recognize the master. That is, the weapon will follow the owner's wishes, and if someone touches it, the weapon will resist in various ways. If this is the case, then it can be explained why the broken sword weighs 10,000 catties in his and Ling Feng's hands, but in Ling Yu's hands, it only weighs 1,000 catties.

This is the only explanation that seems to make sense. Ling Feng looked at the broken sword in Ling Yu's hand and nodded and said.

Ling Yu held the broken sword in his hand and danced habitually. And when he danced the broken sword, Ling Feng's Absolute Cold Sword was automatically unsheathed, and a blue light curtain appeared in the air to envelop Ling Feng, and at the same time, the dragon's groan sounded, as if to warn the broken sword.

The dragon's roar was like a wave of water coming from the tip of the sword, rippling in the air, and when the water wave came in front of Ling Yu, a black light suddenly flashed from the broken sword, annihilating the blue water wave, and then rushing towards the light curtain. As if it had been hurt in some way, the Absolute Cold Sword let out a dragon wail, and there seemed to be a hint of fear in that sound. But even so, the Absolute Cold Sword still protected Ling Feng to the death.

Seeing that the jet-black halo of the broken sword seemed to hurt Ling Feng, Ling Yu hurriedly moved his mind, and the black light seemed to understand Ling Yu's intentions, and the black light dissipated in an instant. At the same time, a wave of desolate and pathetic emotions swept out of the broken sword. Then everyone heard a distant battle song: the common people look at the end of the world, the demons dance, the Qiankun is angry, drunk dreams for thousands of years, and the bones are dry. The remnant wind accompanies the moon and fights on the battlefield, burns blood, and carves jade trees. Who cares about the burning of the chest with spirits? The broken weapon follows the soul to conquer the sky, reward ambition, and lead the heavens!

The three of them seemed to see the apocalyptic scene of mountains of bones and rivers of blood in this desolate song, and the miserable weeping resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the sad emotions infected each of them. After the singing, those images disappeared in an instant, but Ling Feng and the three of them had already burst into tears.

"This weapon is really extraordinary!" Ling Feng wiped the tears from his face and said softly. Apparently he hadn't gotten out of his emotions yet.

"Yes, I didn't expect that a seemingly ordinary broken sword would have such an encounter. Yu'er, you must treat it well!" Di Xun nodded at Ling Feng, turned his head and said to Ling Yu Zhengse. Because the empathy that this broken sword brought him reminded him of his past.

"I know, don't worry, I'll use it well. And with it with me, I really don't need your second elder's Sky Splitting Bow and Absolute Cold Sword, please take it back. Ling Yu thought of sacrificing herself in order to save him, and a trace of guilt appeared in her heart.

At this time, Dong Xiuzhen and Ling Tianhao also came with a package and Xiao Hei. They knew that Ling Yu was leaving, so they also prepared some food and some silver taels on the way. Dong Xiuzhen was more thoughtful, she knew that Ling Yu couldn't meet all the cultivators along the way, and it was a long way to go to the Cold Desert City. Therefore, Dong Xiuzhen specially ordered Ling Tianhao to take five hundred taels of silver and one hundred taels of gold to Ling Yu for emergencies on the road.

While Ling Feng and the others were pondering the broken sword, Ling Tianhao also called Xiao Hei aside and told him something. Because Ling Tianhao could see that although Xiao Hei was a demon beast, his scheming was deeper than that of humans, and sometimes, Xiao Hei's cunning could be used on the path of cultivation.

"Yu'er, this is the clothes, dry food and silver that your mother and your grandmother prepared for you. When you're away from home, be careful about everything. People need to be principled, but when the time is right, they must also learn to be flexible. Ling Tianhao said earnestly.

"Yu'er knows that I am not a pedantic person, and Yu'er has her own sense of proportion when to do something. But you, father, have to take care of your mother, grandmother and two grandfathers at home, and you also have to take care of your health. Ling Yu looked at his father, who was no longer as burly as he was when he was a child, and said softly.

"Stinky boy, I'm your father, do you still need your advice? Ling Tianhao raised his head, holding back his tears from falling, and said in a trembling voice.

Ling Yu looked at his father in front of him, and for the first time, he felt that his father, who was as majestic as a mountain, was also a little old......

"Yu'er......" Mo Wanjun just said two words, she couldn't cry anymore, she couldn't go on, she had always been strong, and she had already cried into tears at this time.

"Mother!" Ling Yu threw herself at Mo Wanjun's feet, kowtowed three times at Mo Wanjun, Ling Tianhao and Dong Xiuzhen, and said in a choked voice: "Yu'er may not be able to return for at least a year and a half when she leaves home, and her mother, father, and grandmother should take care of themselves." Yu'er will definitely live up to your entrustment, reach the peak of China as soon as possible, and come to serve you at that time!"

Ling Yu stood up, ignoring the tears on her face, nodded at Xiao Hei, turned around and walked out.

"Yu'er!"

Ling Feng, Di Xun, Dong Xiuzhen, Mo Wanjun, and Ling Tianhao shouted almost at the same time, but Ling Yu didn't dare to look back, so he could only wave his hand behind him, and then strode into the distance......