With the continuous influx of spiritual power in Yang Yan's body, the silver-white halo on the broken sword became more and more victorious, and the sword body continued to tremble and vibrate, making a crisp sound of 'buzzing', like a human moaning of pleasure.

At this moment, of course, Yang Yan would not be stingy with his spiritual power, under the control of his mind, the spiritual power in the sea of qi rolled like a sea of clouds, surging towards the broken sword in a steady stream!

"Buzz..."

The frequency of the sword's trembling is getting faster and faster, as if it is about to fly out of its hands at the next moment, and the eagle strikes the sky, swimming freely.

Yang Yan was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly changed to a sword in both hands, holding the hilt tightly like an iron hoop, but the spiritual power in his body was in a more turbulent posture, constantly pouring into the sword!

At a certain moment, it seemed that the spiritual power absorbed by the broken sword had reached a limit, and it suddenly stopped trembling, and the silver-white halo on the sword surface slowly restrained, becoming as plain as when Yang Yan first saw it.

Yang Yan felt the difference in his heart, but it was a sudden change!

At that time, thousands of silver lights burst out on the body of the broken sword, like thunder descending into the world, the end of the judgment, the surrounding area was as bright as day, Yang Yan was also white, and he couldn't open his eyes!

After a long time, the strong light slowly dissipated, Yang Yan rubbed his eyes vigorously to see, and hurriedly looked at the broken sword in his hand!

I saw that on the straight and slender sword body, the specks of rust had all dissipated, and the whole sword seemed to be reborn; the middle of the sword body was divided in two by a straight groove, but it was not transparent; the words that had been hidden by the rust had been all exposed in front of Yang Yan's eyes.

However, I saw that the middle groove was used as the boundary, and the word 'Moon Shadow' was written on the upper left half of the sword body, and the word 'residual frost' was written on the upper right half.

"Moon Shadow Remnant...... Presumably this is your name, such a poetic and somewhat mournful name, but it matches the crescent mark on the hilt of your sword..."

Yang Yan's gaze continued to sweep down, but he saw that there were two lines of small characters written on the left and right sides of the sword body.

"The moon shadow on the frost mountain is cold, and the tears are sad and broken..."

After reading these two lines, Yang Yan unconsciously felt a sadness, regret, and even a hint of sadness mixed in, mixed with mixed tastes.

At this time, he was fourteen years old, he was young and enthusiastic, his love was beginning to open, and he had the most beautiful and innocent yearning for love, but the two lines of words on the sword were savored, but it was to describe that the owner of the sword had to be separated from his beloved for some reason, sitting alone on the lonely mountain, lovesick and broken, it seemed that even the bright moonlight on the body became a kind of bone-chilling cold, this kind of scene makes people suddenly feel that the world is impermanent, sad from the heart, and can't help but sigh.

"Such sadness is not what a man should do!"

After a while, Yang Yan expelled all the desolate and sad feelings in his heart, held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and stood the sword in front of him, and slowly swiped the two fingers of his left hand across the sword body, looking at the 'Moon Shadow Residual Frost' covered by the flowing silver light, his eyes were full of anticipation!

"Next, it's up to you!"

As soon as he spoke, the spiritual power in Yang Yan's body surged rapidly, and continued to converge towards the sword body along his right arm, and the silver light on the 'Moon Shadow Residual Frost' was steep, Yang Yan let out a soft roar in his mouth, his footsteps moved, his body danced, and under this lonely and cold moonlight, he danced the sword.

The body turns and turns, the cool autumn breeze blows, the fallen leaves dance with the wind, the young man's clothes flutter, the long sword in his hand dances the afterimage of the debut, stab, split, pick, chop, where the sword edge passes, there are invisible sword qi with each other, the dancing fallen leaves are split by the sword qi, and immediately divided into two, red, yellow, straight like the rain in the sky, sprinkled and scattered.

"Happy!"

In the end, Yang Yan fixed his body and stroked the sword, his eyes were full of joy.

Just now he held the 'Moon Shadow Residual Frost' in his hand, and the spiritual power seemed to sense each other's minds, in this bright moon hanging, Lin Hai Songtao felt it, one person and one sword, Yang Yan did whatever he wanted, no tricks and no style, dancing arbitrarily, extremely happy;

Among the magic weapons, the 'mortal weapon', as the name suggests, is only slightly harder and sharper than the weapons in the world, but it is actually of little use to immortal cultivators, and the 'spiritual weapon' and the magic weapons above it can accept and absorb the spiritual power in the body of immortal cultivators, and obtain higher attack power or defense power under the stimulation of spiritual power, that is to say, the sword that Yang Yan inadvertently picked up is at least a spiritual weapon!

And this kind of attack that gathers spiritual power in the 'magic weapon' is much stronger than simply attaching to the human body; for example, Yang Yan gathered the spiritual power on the 'Moon Shadow Residual Frost' before, and the spiritual power sword qi emitted between the random dances can split the fallen leaves floating in the air without people noticing, and its power can be imagined!

'The feeling of using a high-level magic weapon is just different!'

Yang Yan's heart was extremely happy at the moment, constantly caressing the 'Moon Shadow Residual Frost', and couldn't put it down.

As early as when he was in the 'forging realm', he learned a set of basic swordsmanship, and practiced with ordinary 'bronze swords' all day long, and after two years, the basic moves of his swordsmanship were naturally extremely proficient.

Whether it is a weapon in the world, or a magic weapon in the world of cultivating immortals, there are many kinds and varies, among which the most common and common is the 'sword', which is the most difficult to practice to the peak, and the one that is out of the realm of supernatural transformation is also 'sword'.

A sword, seemingly simple, only the hilt, the sword body composition, but the simplest, but also the most comprehensive; stab, split, pick, chop omnipotent, even some soft swords can be like a snake roll and wind, surprisingly winning; if it is a heavy sword, then open and close, the sword up and down, all have the power of a thousand catties, and even more can use the sword to cut the water, open the mountain and crack the ground, not a problem.

Yang Yan has a preference for swords since he was a child, indulging in the way of the sword and unable to extricate himself, but his own strength has been inch-free, and the high-level 'sword' is too difficult to find, so he has no choice but to bury his regrets deep in his heart;

Now Yang Yan and the 'Moon Shadow Residual Frost' communication, although it is a wisp, trance-like and ethereal, but the sword can already slightly sense Yang Yan's thoughts, Yang Yan thought of a style, before he drove his arm to dance the sword, the sword has sensed in advance, and took the lead in moving;

"Now that my strength has successfully stepped into the 'Second Layer of the Feeling Spirit Realm', and the 'Moon Shadow Residual Frost' has also been repaired, if that can be done, I will have nine layers to win the top spot of the 'All Clans Meeting Martial Arts' this time!"