Xiaoshan rolled his eyes and said slowly, "It's all right!"

Hao Po frowned, the sword in his left hand tightened, and shouted, "Take the sword!"

Even the sword with the sheath flew out from Hao Po's back, "Hum, hum!", the sword rolled continuously in the air, rolled continuously in the air, fast and fast, the scabbard hit the ground, inserted into the dirt, and stood in front of the hill.

"Is this a heavy sword?" Ruoxi asked.

When the sword was flying, the sword did not leave the scabbard for a single point, as if it were a whole, the blade was on the wide side, and the blade was on the long side.

It was completely larger than an ordinary sword, so Ruoxi asked.

"Don't you want a weapon! This is a heavy sword, when it is wielded, it weighs Mount Tai, giving people the power of a thousand catties!, can you hold it!"

"My life depends on this sword, whether it has the ability to protect me!" Xiao Shan said, holding this sword, my life needs to be mastered by myself!

I don't know if I can hold it! It's so heavy!" Xiaoshan thought to himself.

Take a step up your leg, in front of the sword, reach out with your right hand and touch the sword, trying to pull it up!

He jerked forward, and he looked at the hilt of his sword, which was trying to hold the sword himself, and the weight of the sword was beyond expectations. Didn't withstand, that's why.

"I don't believe I can't even hold a sword!" of course that was what he said in his heart.

The arm was strained, and a unique breath of qi in his body was transferred to his arm, and the blood vessels suddenly became thicker, and the strength of his right arm suddenly increased greatly.

He felt his right arm, and in this moment, he suddenly felt that he had become very strong.

He is struggling, the hilt of the sword actually began to shake, the famous sword has a spirit, once the strength of the person holding the sword becomes weak, it does not recognize your strength, it has no edge of its own, it only has its own sharpness and nothing else.

"I'm going! so heavy!" said Xiaoshan to himself, holding the hilt of his sword.

Ruoxi watched the scabbard shake more and more violently, and the secret path must be able to hold it!

The more violently the hilt of the sword shook, Xiaoshan even subconsciously felt that this sword!

The next moment he will be out of his hands, no longer under his control.

The corners of his mouth tensed, and he felt the sword grip on his arm, as if it was slowly moving upwards.

When it left the scabbard one or two centimeters, the sword seemed to release a fierce aura, which instantly rushed into Xiao Shan's mind.

In Xiao Shan's eyes, the moment the sword left the scabbard, in front of him was thousands of troops, blood spilled in the sky, engaged in fierce battles on the battlefield.

There was a man in front of him, riding a horse and holding a spear in his hand, shuttling among thousands of horses, and the spear in his hand stabbed forward, and the soldier did not respond at all.

A scream was snatched out of his chest, blood pouring out, and the enemy fell to his stomach in an instant.

Killing one enemy did not reduce the speed of his charge at all, and the person he grabbed could not be counted in the palm of his hand, and killing the enemy was as simple as probing for something.

There was blood everywhere, countless people fell, horses cried, screams rang out all the time, people fell every minute and every second, this is the battlefield.

I don't know how long the war lasted, there were fewer and fewer people on the battlefield, the sky gradually darkened, the sky seemed to be dyed red with blood, and the sun never set.

The man with the gun stopped, but was stopped by someone in front of him.

He was holding a sword, and there were not many people standing behind him, but it was nearly twice as many as the people on the other side.

The other man rushed over, his sword unsheathed, and he drew his sword and rushed over.

He slashed with his sword, and for some reason, his sword slashed away, and the enemy was instantly knocked to his stomach, but the blood did not flow.

He was very close to the man with the gun, and the two armies in the rear were fighting, and they seemed to be talking about each other, but the momentum was climbing sharply.

The two armies are fighting, swords and guns are intertwined, and the murderous spirit is pressing!

His figure paused, as if he couldn't bear it.

When the two of them were fighting, they were getting closer and closer to the hill, his face was changing, he was afraid, he felt that he was alone in this battlefield.

The sword and gun were eyeless, and the tip of the spear went towards the door of the hill, and he subconsciously pulled out the sword in his hand in fear.

The sight in front of him was gone, and there was only a sword in front of him.

It was already out of the scabbard, the sharp blade was not in sight, it was a blunt sword.