I have to say that every sword in this sword box can be called peerless, the left four are both offensive and defensive, and the right four should be the main killing.

"I have a sword, Jiaolong goes out to sea to cover the Yellow Court!!"

The sword intent swept in, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but feel his eyes light up, speaking of which, this was also the first time he had seen a swordsman in the rivers and lakes.

'Is this the sword intent......

Jiaolong swam up, the sword intent urged the sword qi, and under the wrapping of that qi and blood, with a fierce killing intent, he killed Chen Changsheng.

This sword is extraordinary.

However, this method of flying sword requires a considerable amount of spiritual power from the swordsman, and mortals may be helpless in the face of this method of flying sword, but in front of Chen Changsheng, he only needs one thought to seize control of the flying sword.

Not to mention that the sword flew entirely through the mana in his hair.

"Ding."

There was a crisp sound.

Chen Changsheng put one finger against the tip of the dragon's sword, and as before, the sword stopped again.

"Scatter."

An edict.

The mixed sword qi and sword intent were all shattered at this moment.

"Poof."

Yan Bei'an had a sweet throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

He knelt on one foot, his hand on his chest, and his eyes were hard to hide his surprise.

Yan Bei'an stared at the gentleman in green shirt in front of him, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

"You're not a martial artist!!"

Chen Changsheng blinked and said, "Did you react?" ”

Yan Bei'an staggered to his feet, his expression was solemn, the blood qi in his body was tense at this moment, and the sword intent was difficult to condense under the scolding of the gentleman just now.

He also understands that in his current situation, it is impossible to defeat this person.

"If you don't fight, will you be able to talk properly?" Chen Changsheng asked.

Yan Bei'an was silent, he had some difficulty in making a choice.

He actually has the last sword, but if he uses it, he may be able to make a bet, but even if he wins the bet and survives in the end, this martial art will be wasted.

"Still want to fight?"

Chen Changsheng felt a little incomprehensible and said, "Are you martial artists so muddy? If you don't agree, you have to draw your sword? Did I say I wanted you killed? ”

Yan Bei'an still didn't choose the worst result in the end.

He put away his blood and sword intent and calmed down.

"What are you talking about?"

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but smile after hearing this, pointed to the sword box, and said, "Let's talk about this sword box, as well as Chen's sword." ”

He took a few steps forward and approached Yan Bei'an.

Yan Bei'an blocked the sword box behind him, preventing Chen Changsheng from approaching.

Chen Changsheng glanced at him and said, "Nine swords, you can mobilize five swords, you should be invincible in the world." ”

"Nine-handled?"

Yan Bei'an was a little puzzled when he heard this.

"Huh?"

Chen Changsheng saw his puzzled gaze, and suddenly reacted.

"You don't know?"

Yan Beian frowned and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

Chen Changsheng reacted and said, "Come to think of it, when that person gave you the sword box, he probably wouldn't tell you that there was a ninth sword in it." ”

Yan Bei'an saw that this person didn't seem to be lying between his words.

Could it be true that there is a ninth sword?

Why he didn't know for the past two years.

Chen Changsheng pointed to the sword box and said, "The ninth sword is in the middle, and you should be able to see it when you open the iron piece outside." ”

Yan Bei'an looked sideways at the sword box beside him, he looked at the iron box in the middle that separated the two sides, and he couldn't help but have the idea of opening it in his heart.

"But I have to warn you about one thing." Chen Changsheng said: "If the sword in the middle is taken out, this sword box will be scrapped, and you don't want to use the flying sword method anymore." ”

Yan Bei'an seemed to believe this person's words and asked, "Why?" ”

"The other eight swords in your sword box are all made of mortal iron, and the blood of the martial artist has no spiritual charm, how can you use this flying sword method."

Chen Changsheng said: "You can make the Imperial Flying Sword because you borrowed the mana in the ninth sword in this box. ”

Yan Bei was relieved and asked, "What mana?" ”

"Isn't what Chen said straightforward enough?" Chen Changsheng asked.

Yan Bei'an couldn't believe it, and he asked, "Then how do you know this?" ”

Chen Changsheng pointed to the sword box and said, "That sword is mine." ”

Yan Bei'an looked at him without saying a word.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chen Changsheng didn't want to linger any longer, and said, "You have to know, it's not me discussing with you now. ”

Yan Bei'an turned his head to look at the sword box again.

He sighed in his heart, knowing that he could not resist.

He raised his hand and called, "Spring and Autumn." ”

The flying sword responded and fell into his hands.

Yan Bei'an held the sword in his hand, he glanced at the person in front of him, then turned his head and swung his sword down.

"Zheng."

The box in the middle of the ten-square sword case was cut open from the top.

The hilt of a sword was revealed in his eyes.

Yan Beian stretched out his hand to pull out the sword, but heard Chen Changsheng say, "You can't pull it out." ”

Yan Bei'an tried to pull it out, but the result was the same as the gentleman said, he couldn't pull out the sword.

"I'll do it." Chen Changsheng said.

Yan Bei'an let go of his hand and watched how this person drew his sword.

"Sword out."

Chen Changsheng raised his hand, and an edict was issued.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the surrounding sand dunes suddenly shook.

A hurricane suddenly rose above the desert, spreading gradually where the sword box was sitting.

'Vision? ’

Yan Bei was shocked and turned his head again.

"Bell, bell, bell......"

The tenfang sword box shook.

The sword hidden in the middle was unsheathed from the box.

As soon as Yan Bei'an raised his hand, he saw a flying Hong appear in front of him, and the sword fell into the hands of the person in front of him.

Chen Changsheng stretched out a finger and flicked it lightly on the sword body.

"Ding."

The crisp sound of swords resounded in the desert.

But who knew that this was not just a sword sound, but a sword flicked by the fingers of Mr. Na.

A wave spread, turning into a gust of wind that blew away the surrounding sand and gravel.

When it all subsides.

Yan Bei'an came back to his senses at this time, he looked at the sword in Chen Changsheng's hand, that sword, and looked at it, it was just an ordinary sword, not as good as Spring and Autumn, not as good as Dogwood, not as good as any sword in this sword box.

But why......

As soon as the sword body trembled, it would have such power?

For this sword, Chen Changsheng is naturally satisfied, the only drawback is probably that there is no spirit in the sword, but it doesn't matter, the purpose of casting this sword is to store mana, and there is no need to pull out hair from time to time.

Yan Bei'an looked at the sword, he was a little stunned, and he was a little speechless for a while.

Chen Changsheng put away his sword.

"Let's all go back."

He raised his hand and made a move, and the other swords scattered around 'obediently' returned to the sword one by one.

"Click, click, click......"

The sound of the mechanism sounded again, the sword box was closed, and he stood firmly beside Yan Bei'an.

Yan Bei'an suddenly came back to his senses, and he asked, "What kind of sword is this sword?" ”

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and gave him an answer.

"Break the sword."