Long Zhiyun looked at the broken knife in his hand, and his heart suddenly felt like ashes.

This Qinglong Glaive Knife has been passed down in the hands of the patriarchs of the Long family for hundreds of years, and the first patriarch has made a name for himself with this knife and laid a strong foundation for the Long family.

But today, this big knife, which symbolizes the Long family, is completely buried in his hands.

Without this knife, is the Long family still a Long family?

Without this knife, how can I kill ghosts and demons?

Most of her combat power was on this Qinglong Yanyue Knife, and now that the long knife was destroyed, Long Zhiyun seemed to have been drained of her spirit, and her whole person drooped.

"Zheng!"

At this moment, the black serrated knife suddenly let out a loud sound.

That voice came into Long Zhiyun's ears like a merciless mockery, even a weak person like you is worthy of being my master?

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Long Zhiyun's mouth, she glanced at the broken knife in her hand and muttered:

"You're right, I, Long Zhiyun, am indeed weak, without this Qinglong Glaive Knife, I can't even raise the courage to shoot at you, without this knife, I will become a useless waste!"

As the words fell, she stroked the long knife that accompanied her in the Quartet, and then threw it away.

It doesn't seem like it's some magic weapon, but just a piece of garbage.

Seeing this scene, Cao Qiuran sighed softly and said:

"It's a pity."

In his opinion, Long Zhiyun's action of throwing the knife is to have completely given up the struggle.

Originally, she was a proud son of heaven who was as famous as Yue Qinglan, and she had already been promoted to an eighth-order ghost repellent at a young age, with unlimited potential and unlimited future prospects.

But now in a war, she was broken by this long jagged knife.

He lost the Qinglong Yanyue Knife again, and his strength was not one in ten.

Maybe you won't be able to get out of this shadow in this life, and your strength will stop there!

At this time, Lu Yu said:

"The outcome is undecided, and it's too early to say that."

As soon as his words fell, she saw Long Zhiyun raise her head suddenly, she stared at the long serrated knife not far away, and said slowly:

"I, Long Zhiyun, practiced swords at the age of five, became a ghost protector at the age of fourteen, after ten years, killing ghosts is not counted and finally becomes a seventh-order, my sword technique is practiced by me with countless hard work and blood and sweat in the past thirty years!"

Her voice went from weak at the beginning, slowly became louder, and finally became sonorous and powerful, like Hong Zhong Dalu.

The momentum on her body is also slowly rising, and in just a few breaths, she has quickly climbed from the trough to the peak, and is even constantly rising!

"Without this knife, I'm still Long Zhiyun!"

Long Zhiyun's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice resounded in the sky, and as soon as she finished speaking, she saw her stretch out a hand and point at the black serrated long knife from afar.

The next moment, the blue light on her body converged, and a sharp knife gang actually converged on her fingertips.

"Let's see how I stab it!"

Before the words fell, Long Zhiyun's whole person rushed forward with a pale cyan phantom.

Although she didn't have a knife in her hand at this moment, her whole person was like a long knife that was extremely sharp, and this knife directly broke through the void and slashed towards the serrated long knife.

At this time, the black serrated long knife also trembled.

The black light on its body was magnificent, and it turned into a large knife about 100 meters long in an instant.

The big knife slashed down, like a heavenly sword falling from the sky, slashing towards Longzhi Yun.

"Boom!"

The sky darkened in an instant.

Then the incomparably fierce sword qi erupted from top to bottom in the sky, and the ghost hunters who were watching the excitement nearby turned pale with fright when they saw this, and quickly fled into the distance.

Seeing the long river of sword qi like a heavenly river pouring down, Cao Qiuran sighed lightly and palmed his hands.

A gray-yellow curtain of light shrouded the Oniji Division.

As soon as the light curtain was raised, the surging river of sword qi fell.

"Boom!"

For a time, the earth shook.

Under the protection of the light curtain, the Imperial Ghost Division and the high mountains above him were undamaged, but the surrounding mountains and rocks and the earth seemed to be mercilessly baptized by tens of millions of artillery fire.

Seeing this scene, Yue Qinglan's eyes showed a complicated look.

Although Long Zhiyun and herself are called double pride, in the bottom of her heart, she thinks that Long Zhiyun is not as good as herself.

But with that knife just now, Yue Qinglan asked herself that she couldn't take it anyway, let alone take the knife, and she couldn't even stop the aftermath caused by the collision between Long Zhiyun and the black long knife.

"I didn't expect her to be so strong!"

At this time, the aftermath in the sky dissipated, and the figure of Long Zhiyun once again appeared in everyone's eyes.

The moment everyone saw her, they were all shocked by her miserable appearance.

At this moment, Long Zhiyun seems to have become a bloody person, and there is no intact place on her body, as if she has been slashed alive by someone with 3,600 knives, and her appearance is very tragic!

But her eyes were incomparably bright, like a pair of shining stars.

The strange-looking black serrated knife was firmly grasped in her hand, although the flesh and blood on her hand were blurred, and even the white bones of Sensen were clearly visible, but she still clutched it in her hand and refused to let go.

Bright red blood had stained the entire long knife red.

If everyone looked closely, they would find that under the cover of red blood, the black serrated long knife was actually emitting a trace of golden light, and faint gold threads surged down Long Zhiyun's palm towards her body.

Long Zhiyun grinned, the big white teeth and the blood stains on her face were in stark contrast, and she said:

"There is no knife in this world that the old lady can't surrender!"

With that, she fell headlong from the sky.

Seeing this, Yue Qinglan held the unconscious Longzhi Yun in his hand in a flash, and then disappeared into the air in a flash.

Cao Qiuran looked at the place where the two disappeared, let out a long sigh, and said:

"It's a good one to break and then stand up, dare to love is that I have lost my eyes, maybe from the beginning, it was not the knife and saw hell that was rejecting her, but testing her, the purpose was to let her complete the transformation."

Originally, he also thought that if Long Zhiyun didn't succeed, let Yue Qinglan try to communicate with the knife and saw hell.

Now that I look at it, it's just my own passion.

Hearing this, Lu Yu said with a smile:

"Is there any point, as long as the result is good."

Cao Qiuran suddenly laughed dumbly, that's right, now it doesn't matter if the discussion of the Knife Saw Hell is really rejecting Long Zhiyun or testing her, the important thing is that the Huaxia Imperial Ghost Division will give birth to a strong man with great potential and ninth-order hope!

At this time, the familiar system prompt sound sounded in Lu Yu's mind.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully collecting the nine hells and rewarding the Sword of the Yin Heavenly Son! ”