Out of Hanjiazhuang, Mo Chuan did not stop, and immediately escaped into the sacrificial furnace.

He chose an empty hall at random, and then he stepped down, and then he carefully admired the Tangxi sword.

Tangxi Sword is not the name of the sword, but the territory of forging the sword.

"Historical Records" once said: "The sword of the world is Han, one is Tangxi, the second is Moyang, the third is Hebo, the fourth is Deng Shi, the fifth is Wanfeng, the sixth is Longquan, the seventh is Tai'a, the eighth is Moxie, and the ninth is Ganjiang. ”

Although this ranking is a family's words, it cannot be believed, but it can also be seen that Tangxi Sword is extraordinary.

Take a closer look at this Tangxi sword.

The sword body is covered with a thin layer of rust, but this rust still does not hide the twisted star patterns forged from the sword body!

The swallowing gauntlet is the dragon pattern, which refers to the auxiliary Liangchen.

The handle is wrapped around a thin layer of twine, the surface of which is shiny and shiny, and brown coagulated blood crusts can be seen in the depths.

- It's a murderous sword!

Killed quite a few.

Even the gauntlets can't stop the blood from splashing.

After Mo Chuan looked at it, he immediately injected a stream of Yuan Qi into it.

"Buzz!"

With a sword roar, the rust shattered and sprinkled, revealing the cold light of the sword body.

A sense of breaking free jumped in Mo Chuan's hands, like a wild horse, wanting to run wildly.

Mo Chuan's heart moved, and he immediately let go.

"Whew!"

The Tangxi sword shot out immediately, dancing in the hall, and it was as fast as lightning!

However, before the sword could take two breaths, it suddenly turned back.

Mo Chuan was taken aback, thinking that the sword was going to devour the master, so he hurriedly copied the imperial qi and manipulated the surrounding air to hinder the flying sword from getting close.

"Hum—"

The flying sword fell on top of his head, as if he was extremely aggrieved, and he trembled lightly, and then fell gently.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan stretched out his hand to take it, only to know that the Yuan Qi in the sword had been exhausted.

"Tsk, it's still an oil tiger."

Mo Chuan sighed.

"Buzz!"

There was another sword roar, as if he was wondering what the "oil tiger" meant?

Mo Chuan didn't explain, after thinking about it, he injected another stream of Yuan Qi and threw the flying sword out again, the difference was that this time he secretly controlled the method of controlling qi, as if an invisible hand was holding the hilt of the sword.

This Tangxi sword is quite spiritual.

As if he had a soul, he danced in the air again.

The difference is that this time it lasted for a long time, and Mo Chuan, who was moving with the air, could clearly feel that this sword was dancing with strength.

This feeling is like Mo Chuan is responsible for most of the rocket's power system, and the flying sword only needs to consume a small amount of Yuan Qi to fine-tune the attitude.

"No wonder Han Mancang sword doesn't leave his hand!"

Mo Chuan was secretly worried in his heart, and his heart became more and more happy.

He waved his hand, beckoned the Tangxi sword back into his hand, and said, "Poor Dao, look at your little true spirit in it, maybe the true spirit will appear?" ”

The body of Tangxi's sword trembled, and a sword roar responded.

"Can't you? It seems that although you have been refined for a long time, the creation you have obtained is completely different, either you have obtained the immortal sword intent, or you have been trained on the battlefield for a long time! ”

Seeing this, Mo Chuan pondered.

The so-called things have become fine for a long time, but they are very different from the situation of Shi Gong.

Shi Gong was canonized by the incense of the townspeople, and he was made by prophecy.

It is under the blessing of time that things become fine, and they are nourished by popularity, which is the essence of things, and what is gained is the creation of popularity.

There are also some dead things, for various reasons, that give birth to spiritual intelligence.

For example, if the earth gives birth to a fetus, what is obtained is the creation of the earth's leylines.

Therefore, it is difficult to generalize about the essence of dead things.

Look at this sword, although it has a true spirit, it can't be conjured up; The killing intent is restrictive, and it is free to retract.

Its creation must be good.

"Since it is a poor sword, you should have a sword name, and since you have the name of a ghost, you should use it as a name. However, although the ghost word is related to the poor road, the yin qi is somewhat heavier, well, then just take the shadow word and call the Sanjing Sword! How do you feel? ”

Tangxi Jian was silent for a while, as if he was thinking, and after a while, he let out a soft sound.

"Since you agreed, then the poor road will be engraved!"

The sound fell, Mo Chuan opened his mouth and spit out, and the three small seals carved out and fell on the sword body swallowing mouth!

"Catch up with Ming'er, Poor Dao will find you a good scabbard, and now you will live first."

Mo Chuan said, putting away the sword and returning it to its sheath, and his heart was full of joy.

"I was curious about the way to hook up, but I didn't expect to find a sword, the chance of the avenue, it's really embarrassing. However, if the technique can be found, double happiness will come. ”

In his emotion, he was about to re-enter Wuling.

No, he was in a hurry to try his sword, and he forgot that he didn't have any incense in the land of Wuling.

Therefore, this land of five mountains is not something he can come to if he wants to.

I had no choice but to choose the nearest incense, refine my mind out of my body, escape into the void, and gallop away in the starry night.

……

……

Mo Chuan hurried away and pressed the table for the time being, and said that after Zhao Butang, the first knife in Lingnan, left Hanjiazhuang, he did not fly away.

Instead, he stepped straight into the mountains and came to the hunter's hut.

- This hut is where the tanuki took him to rest.

He had the heart to hunt a prey and fill his stomach, but he didn't know what the emerald green balls that the tanuki gave him to eat?

A day and a night passed, and I did not feel hungry.

I was too lazy to hunt, and leaned on the corner of the leaky wooden house in a daze, reminiscing about my boring half life.

As the first knife in Lingnan, his nearly 30-year career is really not exciting.

When I was a teenager, I either ran darts or practiced knives;

After gaining fame, he still ran darts and practiced knives.

The difference is just that he was a handyman who was scolded before, and now he is the dart head who leads the team.

He enjoys the joy of practicing knives, and every time he swings his knife, he can get a point faster, which may not be noticed by others, but he can see the fire.

That point of progress is a pleasure that the top card of the tick bar cannot give.

If it weren't for the revenge of killing his father, he just wanted to leave the dart team and challenge the swordsmen and swordsmen of the world after saving enough silver.

Pity......

"Huh-"

In the memory, Zhao Butang sneered, but he didn't expect that he was the son of the bandit he looked down on the most in his life.

That's right, he's just an ordinary person.

Even the name is a cheap name.

——Villagers often say that it is easy to feed by a cheap name, so rural children are often called dog eggs, dog leftovers, no entanglement, and cow.

Speaking of which, he is obsessed with avenging his father, because he has not had his father's support since he was a child, and he is always bullied by the children in the village and asked for food.

So much so that he extended this hatred to the enemy who killed his father.

Now it seems that his life is a joke, a joke!

I don't know how long it has been, the east is white, and the wooden houses are faint.

He subconsciously got up and pushed the wooden house away, looked at the cold and lonely mountains and forests in the early morning, thought about it, clenched his hand to break the knife, and simply practiced the knife.

Only by practicing the knife can he calm down.

This practice, proud of the world, self-forgetful, chaotic heart, finally found Ning.

Until......

"Tsk, you little fang, you're in a good mood, you're going to die, and you're still practicing knives!"

The familiar sound of mockery came from the forest, interrupting Zhao Butang's knife.

"Have you licked your wounds?"

Zhao Butang turned his head and looked at the intact tanuki.

"Shut up! Unexpectedly, this immortal cultivator is close to Jiazi, and he actually fell into the trap of a madman like you! ”

"Trap?"

"Hmph, if you hadn't concealed the truth, how would this immortal be injured...... Meow—"

Before the words fell, another terrible cat meow came.

I saw Zhao Butang holding the broken blade in his hand, and slashed at the tanuki, the knife was like a mang, and it was as fast as thunder! Seeing this, the tanuki was shocked and wanted to avoid it, but when he was caught off guard, he couldn't completely avoid it at all, and his tail was cut off alive!

"Phew! I'm mad at me! ”

Under the pain, the tanuki was furious, roared, turned into a tiger, and pounced.

Zhao Butang's face remained unchanged, and he twisted the knife to meet him, the knife was like an axe, but three or five knives actually cut the tanuki to blood.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! ”

The tanuki roared angrily, and after eating the fourth knife, he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, and turned to escape.

As everyone knows, this escape will collapse immediately.

"Poof!"

Zhao Butang seized the opportunity, took off into the air, slashed the tanuki's neck with a knife, and chopped off the huge tiger's head.

"Plop-" The tiger's head hit the ground, dripping into the grass, and then shrunk to reveal its original form.

"Phew! It turned out to be a straw bale with nothing to show for it, but I thought it was a tiger general! ”

Zhao Butang spat and scolded angrily.

(End of chapter)