"Come in!"

The door opened, and Dusty walked into the warehouse.

Then he walked to a weapon rack and picked up a rectangular sword box from the shelf like a treasure.

"This is an extra good and fast knife I have collected before, you can try it or not."

Dusty has a habit of collecting famous knives, but she doesn't want them to take possession, but she doesn't want them to fall into the hands of wicked people.

Of course, being able to give a famous knife as soon as they meet, in addition to her own two fast knives in Shiyu and Huazhou, the key is to be born in Lengkong Rog Town and her navy identity.

In real terms, she can be regarded as a cold senior.

"Fifty workers with a good knife?"

"Nameware?"

Leng Kong stretched out his hand to take it, and took a sword flower in his hand, feeling light.

After living in the naval camp for a year, although he did not take the initiative to collect intelligence, he had an extraordinary sense of hearing, and he also passively learned a lot of information.

Famous knives, he has also heard of them.

"That's right."

Dusty nodded seriously, "The knife is famous, and it is divided into three levels: "Twelve Jobs of the Supreme Fast Knife", "Twenty-one Workers of the Great Fast Knife", and "Fifty Workers of the Good Fast Knife", and the lowest value is more than 10 million! ”

"In addition to fast knives, there are also various ghost knives and demon knives."

And this one is the "dust" in the fifty works of the good knife! ”

"Dust?"

"The name is so inferior.!"

Leng Kong's arm stretched forward with a sword: "I just don't know if I can withstand my strength!" ”

"Huh?"

Seeing Leng Kong's slashing action, Dusty's sword idiot attribute exploded instantly, and he took the initiative to take a few steps back to make room for Leng Kong to test his sword.

As a senior, she also wants to see if Leng Kong is worthy of her famous knife!

Laugh at.

The arm was raised and quickly swung down, and the air was all in the form of strips of white mist under the terrifying brute force of the cold sky.

Click!

Click

Before the slash was finished, the blade of the knife broke into several pieces halfway.

"Famous weapons, it's not pure!"

Seeing the tens of millions of weapons in Dusty's mouth, when they came to their hands, they were also broken, and Leng Kong shook his head in disappointment.

That's why he never goes under the knife.

Before you can cut someone, the knife will be broken first, and the force will be gone, right?

"Broken?"

"Just one wave, and the famous knife will be broken?"

Watching Dusty wipe his glasses hard, his expression incredulous.

Looking at the "dust" with only the hilt of the sword left in Leng Kong's hand, it is even more unacceptable.

This. This is a good knife and fifty work!

It is a famous sword that all swordsmen can't ask for, although it is only ranked among the lowest famous weapons.

But there are only 50 in the world!

This. Is this scrap metal?

"The good knife is still too brittle"

Leng Kong casually threw the handle of the knife on the ground, and looked at Dusty expectantly,

"Is there a level higher than the fast knife?"

"It would be better if it was a supreme fast knife."

"Quick knives?"

"Do you want a supreme fast knife?"

Looking at the broken into several famous knives "picking up ashes", Dasty's heart was dripping blood, and his voice became bad,

"There are not many supreme fast knives in the world, if you want, you better dream!"

"Forget it"

Leng Kong shook his head, without the slightest disappointment: "The knife is an impure thing, don't do it!" ”

"Impure?"

"Impure, you say?"

Dusty, who is a sword idiot, couldn't bear these words, her body tensed, her hand on the hilt of the sword, and she wanted to draw her sword and hack this bastard to death.

Don't say anything about throwing off your famous knife, but you still dislike it in person?

Can people be so disdainful?

"Hmm,"

Leng Kong said as a matter of course: "I can't even withstand the power of the slash, isn't the purity low?" ”

"If you want to be recognized by me, you must at least bear my strength, right?"

Leng Kong looked at Dusty's blushing little face, and said:

"Sister-in-law, remember."

"Everything outside the body is impure!"

"Strength depends on oneself, because the core of real strength lies in oneself, not swords and other things outside the body!"

"Crooked!"

"If the two have the same physical fitness, do you say that they are strong with swords? Or is it strong with bare hands? ”

But Dusty apparently didn't think so, and even her voice trembled with anger.

"And it's a shame that you're still a sword hero, and you actually belittle famous weapons so much!

"That's because they're not really strong!"

"As for Jian Hao?"

"I never cared about fame!"

Leng Kong shook his head, he accepted this title, not because he was really a swordsman, but because the other two titles were too stretched.

I can only pull out the tallest one among the short ones, and choose a relatively good one.

"There's nothing more than the black knife that's right for you."

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't cut his colleagues, Dusty would have drawn his knife.

Without him, it's just that this muscle monster is a little too arrogant.

"Black Knife?"

"What's that?"

"Why haven't I heard of it?"

"The black knife is not a thing, but the highest rank of a famous knife."

"One of its properties is that it's hard enough to break no matter how strong you are!"

"Well, that's not bad."

Leng Kong became interested: "His eyes swept to the dense swordsmen lined up in the warehouse: "Is there here?" ”

"Huh. You tell me? ”

Dusty laughed angrily at the cold words,

"Fifty good knives can be met but not sought, let alone the black knives with the highest rank?"

"And the black knife can't be forged directly."

"Instead, the master needs to constantly instill his own will, obsession, and domineering to cultivate, and finally complete the transformation!"

When it comes to "deformation", Dusty's eyes are full of yearning, but she herself only knows that this is just a delusion, and it is impossible to achieve it.

Because there are only two black knives in the world at the moment!

One is the legendary dragon slaying samurai, the saber of the sword god Ryoma, Akisui!

The other is the saber of the world's largest swordsman, Hawkeye, Night!

Others as strong as admirals, or the Four Emperors have not been successfully tempered, and it is even more impossible for her to be a mere school officer.

"Nourishing?"

Leng Kong looked at the standard steel knife hanging from his waist, and pondered: "That can be played"

"Just you?"

"And this navy-style long knife?"

"Haha."

"Are you trying to laugh at me?"

Dusty was shocked by the whims of the cold sky.

She cut open the muscular monster's head to see if it was full of water.

If black knives were so easy to forge, there wouldn't be just two of them in the world.

"Then you can pick it yourself!"

"Although theoretically all knives can be turned into black knives, there are still basic requirements for texture."

"I'll go first."

Afraid that if he stayed any longer, he couldn't help but draw a knife and hack to death this arrogant bastard who didn't understand common sense, Dusty flashed.

"I don't need to say this, I'll pick and choose the best ones."

Seeing that he was the only one left in the huge arsenal, Leng Kong didn't care, but rummaged through it with great interest.

Isn't it just a plate of things?

Is it hard?

With its own purity, everything will be slurred for it!

(End of chapter)