"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

Just listen to a few sounds of breaking wind!

Wu Yang kicked Tong Wuzhan on the wrist and rolled over!

"This is?" Wu Yang asked Tong Wuzhan who was startled and frightened.

"This is a slave sword!"

Just now, Tong Wuzhan saw the Longhua sword, and after screaming, he couldn't help but reach over and draw the sword, but unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the sword, around the stone seat where the skeleton man was sitting, he quickly stabbed out a circle of long swords!

If it weren't for Wu Yang's quick eyes and feet, he kicked out Tong Wuzhan's hand that reached into the circle, I am afraid that at this moment, Tong Wuzhan's right arm would have been stabbed off!

"Second Senior Brother, how can you be sure that this is the Longhua Sword?" Wu Yang asked looking at the long sword that was surrounded by many long swords in the middle and inserted into the stone seat.

"Longhua sword, three feet three inches long, three inches and three points wide, sharp like cicada wings, blade like white cold, the whole body is lightless, the handle is red tail square, the dry pattern of the dragon and phoenix, Kunming mountains and rivers Sheji, thousands of years of stainless steel, ten thousand years of not dull!" Tong Wuzhan squeezed the gap to look at the sword, and blurted out like a waterfall.

"What?what?," Tong Wuzhan recited his heart, but the more Wu Yang listened, the more confused he became.

"Dry is positive, Kun is back. Tong Wuzhan circled around the sword slave, squeezing the gap, looking at the sword.

"The sword is still divided into front and back?" Wu Yang was very surprised!

"Of course!"

Tong Wuzhan finally stood up and was categorical, "Only people who don't understand swords will say that there is no positive or negative!"

"Oh, what's the point?" Wu Yang was not interested in how to distinguish the front and back, but he was very interested in what to distinguish.

"It's big!"

Tong Wuzhan pointed to the enclosed Longhua sword, "Let's just say that this Longhua sword is tattooed with a dragon and a phoenix on the front of the Qian, what is a dragon and a phoenix? A dragon and a phoenix are human spirits!

"So what's the matter?" Wu Yang still didn't think there was anything special about this.

"It is the soul of the people, the back is the world, and the universe is one! This is the sword of the human emperor!" Speaking of this, Tong Wuzhan was excited, especially when he talked about the "sword of the human emperor" later, his blood was even more vigorous!

"The sword of the human emperor is the 'human emperor' again!"

Hearing the word "Human Emperor" again, Wu Yang was very puzzled, "What about the Sword of the Human Emperor?"

"If you get this sword, you can dominate the rivers and lakes and the court!" Tong Wuzhan was still excited.

"Isn't that the King of the Central Plains?" Wu Yang said lightly.

"No, it's the rule of the world!"

Seeing that Wu Yang didn't understand the difference here, Tong Wuzhan continued, "The Central Plains royal family has never really dominated the world! In the past thousand years, the world has never been unified! They just unified the court! The rivers and lakes have never listened to their orders!"

"If you get this sword, you can dominate the rivers and lakes and the court? Just like the Qiu Wan Chop a thousand years ago?" Wu Yang understood this time.

"That's good!" Tong Wuzhan squeezed the gap again and looked at Long Huajian.

"I want to see what this human emperor sword looks like. Wu Yang took two steps and looked at the circle of sword slaves in front of him, and became curious.

"But, how can you break so many slave swords?" Tong Wuzhan looked at a circle of sword slaves, his face sad.

"It's not simple, it's like the standing stone just now, shattered!" Wu Yang stretched out his hand and said domineeringly.

"Never!"

Tong Wuzhan grabbed Wu Yang's outstretched hand, "I have already counted, there are twenty-one swords in this circle, and the slave swords recorded in the ancient books with the same root as the Longhua Sword are exactly twenty-one, so I am sure that this is the twenty-one slave swords of the Longhua Sword!"

"Same root?" Wu Yang heard the problem.

"That's right! At the end of each main sword, according to the sword refiner's choice, a few will be selected as slave swords, and they will be burned with the sword spirit to protect the main sword! Just like those nobles of the Central Plains King! They are the same root as the sword spirit of the main sword!" Tong Wuzhan explained.

"So, if the slave sword is damaged, the main sword is also damaged?" Wu Yang guessed.

"Yes!"

"How can such a thing happen?"

Wu Yang felt incredible, "Then this is still a nobleman, I feel like my own enemy!"

"Suffice it to say, this is also the meaning of the existence of the sword spirit!" to Wu Yang's question, Tong Wuzhan was noncommittal.

"The meaning of the sword spirit is to suppress, the more powerful the sword, the more there must be a sword spirit. Wu Yang thought about it and thought extendedly.

"That's right, because if the sword is too strong, it's not a human sword!" Tong Wuzhan looked back at the slave sword and said excitedly.

"Can a sword control people?" Wu Yang couldn't understand because of his own unbelief.

"It's the Sword Spirit Controller!" Tong Wuzhan corrected Wu Yang.

"Uh...... Don't worry, it's a bit of a mess!"

The main sword, the slave sword, the sword spirit, control, Tong Wuzhan's incoherent words in the excitement made Wu Yang unable to understand, "You tell me first, what is the sword spirit?"

"The sword spirit is a pure power and faith!" Tong Wuzhan said as he looked up sixty degrees.

"Huh?"

Wu Yang was surprised, "How can this thing be burned with the sword?"

"With the blood of a man with such pure strength and faith!" Tong Wuzhan squeezed his sword and spoke firmly.

"Oh, that sword spirit is someone's blood!" Wu Yang imagined that the sword refiner would drip blood on each sword, perhaps this was the same "root".

"That's right!" Tong Wuzhan was like a different person since he saw Longhua Sword.

"It's pure this kind of thing, it's rare in the world! It seems that not every sword has a sword spirit!" Wu Yang speculated based on his own experience in the rivers and lakes.

"Yes!"

"From this point of view, there must be a sword spirit if there is a sword slave, and there is not necessarily a sword slave if there is a sword spirit!" Wu Yang continued.

"Yes!"

"Understood!" Wu Yang figured out what was going on with the sword spirit this time, "The next question, how does the sword spirit control people?"

"Pure, pure power!"

Tong Wuzhan clenched his fists and looked at Wu Yang, "The sword is spiritual, when it has pure power, it will continue to use and strengthen this power in battles again and again, making this power stronger than the power of people, and finally surpassing the power of the sword refiner, and controlling the heart of the sword holder!"

"I see!" Although Wu Yang felt that this thing sounded very mysterious, it could finally be explained.

"So, if you want to take the Longhua Sword, you can't destroy its sword slave!" Tong Wuzhan looked at the Longhua Sword again and said.

"It's a bit interesting! Second Senior Brother knows, what is the sword spirit of Longhua Sword?" Wu Yang's interest in Longhua Sword was far less than his interest in how to take out Longhua Sword.

"I don't know. Tong Wuzhan's eyes flashed, and suddenly there was a trace of loneliness.

"Huh? hahaha...... It's rare that you don't know the second senior brother!" Wu Yang laughed after the accident.

"If you're going to read the books I read, you're going to be just like me, so I'm actually just like you. Seeing Wu Yang laughing, Tong Wuzhan said lightly.

"Second Senior Brother doesn't have to be so modest, people are like this, you can see it, that's your creation!" Wu Yang put his hand on Tong Wuzhan's shoulder, "However, I've always been curious, what ancient books have you seen, when will you show me this!"

"It's just some old fragments of the old family in the house, but you can't see it. Twenty-seven years ago, there was thunder in the sky, and the thunder and lightning hit several dry firewood and grass piles in the village, and a fire burned down our entire village. Tong Wuzhan suddenly lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Wu Yang suddenly understood, why every time he mentioned ancient books and said that he was knowledgeable, Tong Wuzhan avoided talking about it.

"Second Senior Brother, is there any record in the ancient books about the Longhua Sword God Casting Sword?" Seeing that Tong Wuzhan seemed to be mentioned sadly, Wu Yang directly diverted the topic.

"Yes!" Tong Wuzhan raised his head, "Ancient books record that at that time, the armor-piercing vine demon was wantonly killing in the Central Plains, and people couldn't fight it, so they all went to pray to the gods and worship the Buddha, hoping that the heavens could send a Da Luo Immortal, or a superhero would appear." ”

Speaking of this, Tong Wuzhan paused for a moment and looked at the mouth of the stone cave, "Qiu Wan saw that people were not united to try to find a way to deal with the armor-piercing vine demon and change the status quo, only blindly praying to God and worshiping Buddha, daydreaming, and he was indignant and helpless in his heart! ”

"Oh, isn't that Qiu Wan Slash a superhero?" Wu Yang said as he looked at the Longhua Sword that was peeking through the gap in the slave sword.

"I don't know what Qiu Wan thinks of himself, anyway, judging from the name of Longhua Sword God, he is regarded as a superhero. Tong Wuzhan turned his head, with a slight helplessness in his words.

"In that case, Qiu Wanshu is a down-to-earth person who doesn't want the world to drop pies, has the courage to face it, is indomitable, and has a strong will. Wu Yang painted a portrait of Qiu Wan's character.

"That's good!" After Tong Wuzhan affirmed Wu Yang, he suddenly understood, "In this way, Longhua Sword Spirit is down-to-earth and determined?"

"Try it and you'll know!" Wu Yang looked at Tong Wuzhan and took a step forward, his eyes determined and determined.

"Senior brother, let me come this time!" Tong Wuzhan stretched out his hand to block Wu Yang.

"Okay!" Seeing that Tong Wuzhan took the initiative, Wu Yang took a step back.

I saw Tong Wuzhan standing in front of the slave sword with his eyes like a torch, concentrating and calming, luck on the palm of his hand, jumping forward, both hands out, holding tightly on a slave sword, gritting his teeth, bending down hard, leaning back and pulling it back!

I only heard the sound of "poof", and a sword light flashed!