"This ......" The little leopard opened its mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of him with big eyes, as if he saw a peerless swordsman in black robes again, fighting back tens of thousands of enemies with the strength of one person on the lonely cliff. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Not only that, but Wang Xuan was also a little stunned, didn't he say that no one could pull out this sword?

But this sword doesn't look very good.

The scabbard is rusty, and it is not high-end at all.

Although he complained in his heart, he still looked at the sword with a smile.

You know, the sword they can't pull out, to me it couldn't be simpler.

What does this mean?

This shows that I must have something extraordinary, maybe I have the potential to become a strong person in the world, and then everyone will be convinced and reach the pinnacle of life.

"Little leopard, what do you think of me?" Wang Xuan waved the sword a few times, looking like a butcher killing pigs in the vegetable market, with the smell of a philistine.

The little leopard was stunned, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously said: "Very handsome!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuan was even more beautiful, you must know that the little leopard has not given him a good look for so long, such a huge breakthrough simply made him feel like he had turned over as a serf and became a master, and he stood up from then on.

Only then did he focus his attention on this sword, the length of the arm, the thickness of a tiger's mouth, but what disgusted him was that even if the sword was pulled out of the scabbard, the sword seemed to be stained with the breath of the scabbard, and it was also rusty.

Such an old sword, can it really be used?

He couldn't help but have such doubts.

"Little sister, I'm amazed that you can pull out this sword. The little leopard said seriously.

However, it is a girl, and it doesn't sound imposing at all, but it makes people feel very funny.

Of course, I just think that these words will never come out of Wang Xuan's mouth.

"What is the origin of this sword?" Wang Xuan asked, he was indeed very curious about the origin of this old sword, if it was an ordinary sword, where was it worthy of such a young leopard?

The little leopard groaned for a moment and continued.

"The sword you are holding in your hand, the name of which is said to be heaven-shattering, was created by the powerful master of sword forging Mengli with his life's work. ”

"The Heaven-Shattering Sword?How can such a domineering name rust?" Wang Xuan was worried about this slot, could it be that there was no material when casting this sword, and it was made of mortal iron?

Sure enough, the little leopard continued.

"At that time, when Master Mengli cast this sword, I don't know why there was no sword casting material, so I had to use mortal iron as the base, so Master Mengli baked it with a simmer for seven hundred and forty-nine days, and integrated it into the strong soul of the soldier, before casting this sword. ”

You can play, Wang Xuan thought to himself.

"What kind of soldier soul, so strong?"

"I don't know, but I know that he is extremely irritable, because the body of the sword is too fragile, and every time he fights with someone, it is actually he who is colliding with the enemy's weapon, otherwise how can a lowest-level mortal iron be the opponent of other weapons? ”

When Wang Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but gasp.

He could almost conclude one thing, the soldier soul lodged in this sword must have an enmity with the old man Mengli, otherwise how could he torture him so much?

"And what's going on with this skeleton?"

Wang Xuan was very curious about the identity of this skeleton, what kind of person would have this sword, and how could he die in the secret room of the Feng family?

An imperceptible sentimentality flashed in the little leopard's eyes, and it chose to remain silent on this question.

Since this is the case, Wang Xuan will no longer delve into it, so let's make do with it. He placed his sword on his right side, giving him the air of a young swordsman.

Now that the weapon has been found, what he needs now is a book of exercises.

It is best to practice above the top grade, so that even if you can't cultivate, you can sell it for a good price, thinking that the chicken butt of a lifetime has a whereabouts, this feeling makes Wang Xuan simply refreshed.

At this moment, the hand holding the hilt of the sword seemed to be absorbed by something, and the soul in his body was withdrawn. In just an instant, Wang Xuan stayed in place with blank eyes, and his soul had already entered the old sword.

Countless imposing momentum was not far from him, and Wang Xuan opened his eyes and was immediately stunned.

Facing him was a depressed and murderous aura, and the figure of a middle-aged knight in a black cloak on the high and steep cliff stood out, and behind him was the abyss, and he was opposite countless masters.

One step forward, ten thousand swords pierce the heart, take a step back, and shatter the bones.

In such a desperate situation, the black-robed swordsman still looked calm and calm, and even had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Jie Ji, Feng Chan, you have been surrounded by groups today, and there is also an enchantment in the sky, no matter how you have the ability to reach the sky, you will not escape. A thin man with a pale face said with a smile, sounding like a ghost's wail, penetrating people's hearts.

"Feng Chan donor, hurry up and hand over the sword in your hand, if you can tie your hands and capture it, we can consider leaving you a whole corpse. A monk with eight ring scars on his head continued, saying that although he was a monk, he spoke with an extremely murderous and murderous intent.

"Feng Chan Gongzi, don't waste your efforts, do you think that under the attack of so many of us, you can still survive?"

A glamorous woman in a red cheongsam-style bodysuit walked out, her figure so seductive that her smile could elicit a slopping sound.

.......

Many people were talking to Feng Chan, but no one dared to go up, they all knew in their hearts the strength of the person in front of them, and the first swordsman was by no means in vain.

"Are you the so-called righteous people?" Feng Zen asked jokingly.

For a long time, no one answered.

They just had the courage to take the initiative to question, but at this time, they didn't dare to take the middle-aged man's words, just because they saw that Feng Chan's hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Master Mengli just forged a sword for me before he died, but you gave me the infamy of killing Master Mengli for no reason, and even summoned countless so-called righteous people who punished adultery and eliminated evil, and came to encircle and suppress me, why bother?"

Hearing this, the monk opened his mouth.

"You are evil by nature, such a sword will only be stained with blood in your hands, why not put it in a pure place of Buddhism and benefit the world?"

Feng Chan sneered, looked at the sanctimonious monk, and asked.

"Am I evil?"

The monk was not afraid at all, "You can even kill Master Mengli, and say that you are not evil?" The donor should not be obsessed, he needs to know that the sea of suffering is endless, and only by letting go of it can he find a glimmer of life." ”

He was about to continue, when he saw a sword across his neck, and a thin line of blood had been drawn on it, and blood flowed blood.

"All you have to do now is repeat what you just said. ”

Feng Chan said with a smile, his face was still indifferent, but it made everyone's hearts stagnate.

Nearly 10,000 people, not a single person saw how Feng Chan moved to the monk!