Each weapon has its own soul and its own character, but the ultimate purpose of the weapon is to protect its owner.

Yu Rong scolded while pulling out the wooden card on his long knife and throwing it into the pool. "What bullshit, it's a problem for me to even pull my knife out. “

Reading Yurong has had a lot of problems with his nerves since he came to this world, originally as an ordinary high school student with a good family background, good grades, and a good brain, he mixed well in school, and was forcibly sent into this world after he died to participate in the swordsmanship competition.

Travel to a world where weapons have souls, a world where you can communicate with the normal world.

This world is built on the sky above the ordinary world, no one notices it, and on this rich continent, there is no peace, and more than a dozen bloodlines divide the land, set up their own clans, and wantonly use the weapons in their hands to provoke strife.

It's a world of looking at pedigree.

It's a world of looking at weapons.

It's a world where you look at soul power.

and, a cold-blooded and unforgiving world.

His current identity is Dao Jie, the heir of the Dao Sect's direct bloodline, Ming Hongdao, and the waste wood slave of the Dao Sect.

He only learned to control the wooden knife at the age of ten, he was weak and sickly, and his blood was pure but he had no soul power and could not use a knife.

If it's just an ordinary person in the Sword Sect, the sword can still live a good life.

However, he was the heir of Ming Hong, and the Sword Sect could not afford to lose this face, so at the age of twelve, he was exiled to the most remote jurisdiction as a minister, and announced to the public that the heir of the Sword Sect Ming Hong was dead. "Celebrity, apparently a slave. Reading Yurong sneered, rolled up his sleeves and continued to chop wood, thinking of his own house is funny, he is the master, and the subordinates live in the best house, he has to serve them, and if there is a complaint, he will be united and beaten.

It's a pity that this body is weak, otherwise these guys' heads should have been hung on the beams. "Huh. Yu Rong sneered and waved the knife in his hand vigorously. "Your Sword Sect is nothing more than that. The strong man picked up the white-haired but blood-stained old man and slammed it against the wall, and the man behind the burly body tortured and killed the remaining descendants of the Sword Sect like a small animal looking for dinner.

The old man struggled to crawl towards his knife, but his hand was stepped on, and a few crunchs came, and his good fingers turned into flesh, and the old man sighed, sat up in pain, and looked directly at the man. "The Axe Sect actually used such a method. "Each other, the deity thinks that you will also study the secret method of the old man of the sword, you are the last volume, I just learned a little from the second half of the volume. ”

"We, the Sword Sect, never joke with the souls of our own weapons. ”

"Stinky old man, I don't want to talk to you, where is the last book. ”

"That book was so dangerous that I put it on someone who couldn't practice it for the rest of his life. ”

"Well, that's what it means to be in the Nether?"

"Almost, old man, me"

A head rolled down the jade staircase, and there was a smile on the old man's face. "Honorable Master. ”

"What's the matter?" the axe took the white roll and carefully wiped the blood on his axe, without looking up at the person.

"The six knives of Hongming, Miao, Zuimeng, Manganese, Caolu, and Huyi are gone, and only Xuanyuan, the sect master of Daoji, remains. ”

"Let's go down and find someone to visit for the next session. ”

Axe Qin squatted down and looked at the smiling head and frowned, "Stinky old man, I really underestimated you." ”

The early morning silence of Yecheng on the desert border was broken by the sound of horses' hooves, and a white horse quickly swept through the pass and galloped towards the remote wasteland.

"Brother, where are we going. Dao Hu grabbed his brother, pouting his little mouth, his ass hurt so much, my brother has been galloping like this for three days, will he be tired.

"Let's go find the young master. The knife lion picked up the kettle with the handle of the knife, and the knife tiger immediately caught it. "This is the ration prepared by Brother Lu, you drink it first. ”

"Brother, let's take a rest, the chasing soldiers aren't so fast. Dao Hu Yan looked at his brother's bloodshot eyes in distress.

"Uncle Wolf died first in order to let us protect the tiger wings to find the young master, we can't waste this minute and second that Uncle Wolf has fought for"

Dao Huyan looked at the double short knife in his arms and sighed, it turns out that his knife is so important.

"Thank you, Tiger Wing. ”

The peach blossoms outside the temple are still blooming, and the scholars are wearing white robes, wearing hats and carrying lamps, walking briskly in the night.

"Lu Hua, Ito, and Dao Meng have already arrived at the young master's location. Liang Shang suddenly spoke, and the sword dew birch lantern shone brightly, and then he saw the handsome man who had been sitting on the beam for a long time.

"Thank you, Caolu, you can come back. ”

"Lu Hua, the number of sword souls at the pass has increased, and you have to waste your mind this time. ”

"Got it, let's go and rest. ”

The person on the beam instantly turned into green smoke and burrowed into the white robe.