The aristocratic boy Birmingham has never hated a person so much, whether it is a mercenary merchant who laughs at him, or a bastard dad who abandons his wife, Birmingham has an attitude of indifference, yes he doesn't care, and he doesn't know when it started, maybe it started from that incident, he began to become indifferent to everything around him, became cold, and saw through Birmingham's Tina and Little Ellie hoped that Birmingham's withered heart could be rejuvenated by reviving the glory of the family, of course, provided that the broken sword did not keep up, but now this most hated thing in his own world is lying noisily in his hands, and he is helpless。 Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'll go, you stupid, don't use the old lady to shoot those holy light bullets, it's very painful, okay, what about the swordsmanship that the old lady taught you, feed the dog." Birmingham ignored the shouting sword, and used the sword expressionlessly to shoot the holy light bullet that attacked him, it seemed to be very skillful, and the cloth wrapped in the long sword also disappeared under the baptism of the holy light bullet, revealing the true face wrapped in the cloth.

The sword is not very exquisite, not even the legendary scene of a cold light and a scattered sword as soon as it comes out of the sheath, the mediocre sword body is even less pitiful, only a simple line stickman is engraved on it, yes it is a simple stickman with only a few lines and circles, if you look closely, you can also see a short arc in the position of this stickman's face, it looks like a smiley face, it is such a long sword that Tina and Little Ellie have not thrown away against Birmingham's orders, it is the only property left by such a bastard father, which makes the disgust in Birmingham's heart multiply geometrically, but the sword seemed to know how much Birmingham hated him, but he kept it by his side very noisily.

"Hey, don't be in a daze, alas, it's easy to die, I remember that my master was hacked to death by others because of his daze, tsk, that's a miserable. The long sword buzzed in Birmingham's ears tirelessly, kindly reminding Birmingham not to wander.

"Heh, you have only been forging for less than a hundred years, and you have been in my house for half of it, where did you come from to be the master. Birmingham ruthlessly debunked the lie of his long sword, but he still retracted his mind and tried his best to deal with the overwhelming holy light bullets in front of him, I have to say that the quality of this long sword is really good, and he used it to shoot more than a dozen holy light bullets, the sword body is still extremely smooth, of course, the smooth sword body can't block the dense holy light bullets, even if Birmingham bounces away a dozen, but there are more and more scorched black holes on his body, the holy light bullet is said to be the holy light, but the effect is no different from a small fireball, is it just because he forcibly took a lofty name for the sake of faith, Birmingham looked at the black holes on his clothesThe mind drifted away again, but soon Birmingham came back to his senses with the feeling of burning on his skin, and Birmingham could clearly feel the burning sensation piercing his skin along the holes in these clothes, leaving bright red dots on his skin, some of which even showed signs of blackening, which was caused by multiple hits by the Holy Light Bullet, and Tina's shield wall also showed signs of collapse.

"Boy, it's not optimistic, so I'll give full play to my life's sword energy. The longsword also sensed that the situation was not good, mainly a holy light bullet crossed the sword circumference of the longsword, whistling across Birmingham's right face, bringing up a blood trail and then falling behind Birmingham with great speed.

"Don't fool me, didn't your sword qi just make me bleed hemorrhage, it was a shame for me to be ignorant and deceived by you when I was a child. Birmingham, who has eaten a trench and grown wise, refused very decisively.

"Hey, don't do that, it's something that both parties enjoy. The long sword opened his mouth dissatisfiedly, and Birmingham's somewhat iron-blue face instantly swelled with a hint of red, "How can you enjoy it, it's obvious that you are talking to yourself alone." He seemed to firmly reject Longsword's proposal, but it was clear from Birmingham's somewhat wavering eyes that he seemed to agree with Longsword's statement.

"Tsundere is not for you, according to my observation over the years, you should be arrogant, so, uh-huh. I don't know how this long sword can see what Birmingham's attributes are, anyway, Birmingham just wants to throw this long sword into the dirty sewer at this moment, but the current situation does not allow him to have a trace of dissatisfaction, the hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, and a steady stream of energy poured from his body into the long sword that exclaimed from his arm in surprise.

"That's the feeling, that's it, I haven't been very comfortable for a long time, sure enough, only you kid can satisfy me, give me a little more, give me a little more!" The somewhat noisy long sword suddenly became excited at this moment, don't ask Birmingham how to know how excited a long sword is, but from its increasingly crazy words, I know that the long sword is simply overjoyed by Birmingham's sudden relaxation, like a hungry person finally waiting for the rain to fall from the sky, and red light gushes out of the sword body. The light entangled the entire sword body like blood vessels, and with the input of every strength of Birmingham, the red light on the sword became deeper, in the blink of an eye, Birmingham's face was already a little pale, but more of it was as red as drunk, and the originally somewhat cold body was also bursting with heat at this moment, the heat rose from every pore on the body surface, soaking Birmingham's clothes, the sweat-soaked clothes were close to Birmingham's body, and the wound caused by the holy light bullet made Birmingham's body tingle.

Compared to Birmingham's discomfort, the long sword was almost high, and even Tina and Little Ellie blushed when they said it. The little ghost on the side is not very able to understand why a long sword shouts so emotionally, especially the sound of this long sword is very good, the sound like a yellow warbler is a bit embarrassing, the innocent little ghost can feel shy, you can imagine what it feels like to be the closest Birmingham to the long sword, the sweaty clothes are even wetter at the moment, and the bare skin is like a boiled crab, red, and this long sword that has been red and blazing complements each other.

"Please, can you stop shouting, that's why I don't want to use you. Birmingham resisted the agitation of adolescence in his heart, and tried to clench the sword in his hand, not wanting to see her again.

"Hey, why, why can't you vent it out so comfortably, you, you're still as reserved as before, okay, it's almost full, get ready." The pleasure of the long sword was almost full of joy somewhere to stimulate Birmingham, Birmingham's red face like a crab instantly turned extremely pale, and his lips trembled and suddenly shouted: ", you said it earlier!"

As soon as Birmingham's last word came out, he suddenly felt that his strength was drained, his legs fell to the ground weakly, and his body fell to the ground, leaving a watery figure, on the other hand, the long sword was like crazy, extremely excited, the entire sword body was vibrating violently, the blood vessels on the sword body wanted to be drugged, quickly agitated, and even had an illusion of exploding, Birmingham's already weak hand naturally couldn't stand the restless long sword, the long sword was out of his hand in response, and shot out, as soon as the long sword left his hand, Birmingham finally breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to stand up, but found that the two legs were as if they had no bones, soft, I had to helplessly watch the jubilant long sword rush into the holy light bullet that covered the sky and the sun.

"Miscellaneous people, eat the old lady's starry sky, and feel the anger of being single for more than ten years!" There are some words of the long sword that really can't be delved into, this is the only point of view that Birmingham has reached that has been agreed by Tina and Little Ellie, but the crazy long sword does have some ability, and the sword body that shook the red light suddenly burst out with the anger of the long sword for more than ten years, and the sword qi scattered and splashed, but it always surrounded the long sword, and the small holy light bullet was torn to pieces like rags under the agitation of the sword qi, turned into dots of light, and disappeared into the air.

Although there are many holy lights, but they are not the opponents of Ling Yan's sword qi, in less than a moment, most of the holy light bullets are in the sword qi carried by the long sword to return to their hometown, the long sword is simply unstoppable, this looks, it really looks like a family heirloom sword, of course, as long as you ignore the strange sound she has been making, seeing that the holy light bullet is about to be completely dispersed by the long sword, suddenly a green light flew out from the gate, and the green light broke through the sword qi of the long sword lightly, and hit the sword body hard.

"Who hit, stand up!" The long sword struck with a green light on its back, and the red light faintly showed signs of dissipation, and the sword body that was stagnant in mid-air also floated down a little. Stood beside Birmingham.

"Interesting, interesting, after living for so many years, it's the first time I've seen a sword spirit with this character. "In the wide open door, a black figure popped out of everyone's field of vision with a little holy light.

The first time Birmingham saw this figure was to sigh at the creation of the goddess, because this person was a template for the villain at first glance, the black wizard robe was wrapped in a thin body, under the big wizard hat were squinted eyes and a long hooked nose, and there were still a few yellow teeth left in the shriveled lips, especially the white bone staff held in the hand like a dead branch, and the skull at the top of the staff showed his identity as a necromancer.

"Mr. Finier, how did you become like this. The elf prince looked at the people who were full of villain cells and couldn't help but exclaim, under the solemn gaze of Birmingham and others, this teacher of the Glorious Holy Sect finally appeared in the eyes of everyone with the temperament of his great demon king, except for the exclamation of the elf prince, it was silent for a while.