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Earth-shattering swords wreak havoc in the skies above the floating island, frantically venting and roaring energy. 【】

The sword is full of energy, like a rainbow like a dragon, like a prison like a mound.

Yan Qiu and the others looked at it, only to feel that there was an extremely sharp white light in front of them, even if they just looked at it, they felt that their eyes were sore and painful, and their tear ducts were so stimulated that they couldn't contain it, and their eyes were red...... Maybe three eyes are red, and all four eyes are red.

Even the blue light shield emitted by the jewel on the top of the wordless stone tablet seemed to be unable to withstand the countless sword qi that was like training back and forth, and he couldn't stop trembling, allowing thousands of snow-like sword lights to destroy the ground under the feet of Qi Ming and the four children, crumbling and dusting.

Everyone had long been unable to see the figures of Qi Ming and Siwa, who were overwhelmed by countless sword rays.

There, there is only the omnipresent white light.

It is snow that cuts off the autumn wind.

......

In a trance, Qi Ming seemed to have had a dream for a long time.

The beginning of the dream was not very smooth, as if falling from a high altitude to the clouds, and falling straight to the ground...... It's like the high-altitude crash that officially met Bai Manmao outside the Ten Thousand Demon City that day.

The speed of the fall is getting faster and faster, as if it will fall into a pulp of flesh in the next moment......

Qi Ming suddenly heard a burst of intermittent crying, vague, close and far.

The next moment, a warm palm suddenly supported him, like the warmest bud gently holding the first drop of dew in the morning.

Before Qi Ming could come to his senses, the cry gradually stopped.

A vague voice sounded in his ears suddenly, and it seemed to be far away in the sky, probably because of the long time, it was impossible to hear whether the voice was male or female, but the joy in this voice seemed to last for a long time, and now it resounded in Qi Ming's ears, and he still felt that the person who said this should be overjoyed and burst into laughter.

"It's ...... Snow Spirit?"

Snow Spirit?

Qi Ming was a little confused.

The dream continues.

"Hahaha...... Thank you, God, it's the best gift I've ever received in my life!"

"Xue Luo, Xue Luo, you are the best material I have ever seen! It's a pity that the master said that I can't control you because I can't control you...... But don't worry, I will definitely learn from the master, and when I grow up in the future, you will be my first work!"

"Xue Luo Xue Luo, I worked very hard today! The master praised me for forging a good piece of steel today! If this continues, it won't be long before I can become a teacher! I will definitely forge you into the best sword in the world, you wait for me!"

"It's New Year's New Year again...... Today, the little girl next door came to laugh at me again, I have no father and no mother, and the master also told me not to think about it...... If you don't want to, you don't want to, who is rare...... Xue Luo, you are an elf who fell from the sky and fell to the mortal world, born and raised, and you don't have a father and mother......"

"Snow Spirit, I'm so homesick......"

Paragraphs of self-talk rang in Qi Ming's ears from time to time.

The sound was still distant, faint, intermittent, and the feeling of warmth disappeared repeatedly.

Qi Ming seemed to be able to see a picture of a silent child who grew up in a blacksmith shop in the dead of night and would curl up in the quilt and talk to himself in the dead of night.

After listening to it for so long, Qi Ming gradually came back to his senses.

The dream he is experiencing now is the memory of Choaki.

When the spirit was broken, it gradually reached Qi Ming's mind through the way of dreams.

This kid is probably the creator of the Autumn Slashing Sword, and when he grows up to become a swordsmith in the future, he picked up this piece of snow and created this Autumn Slash, right?

Qi Ming thought.

But the plot took a sharp turn.

The interval between the appearance of this voice is getting longer and longer.

That warm touch...... It is getting shorter and shorter.

Gradually, gradually, the child stopped talking to Xueluo.

In a short few words, Qi Ming learned that Xue Luo was simply "Xue Luo", just the most ordinary stone.

On that day, the child hid under the bridge and cried, and it was about a passing naughty bag who picked up a small pebble on the side of the road and threw it at him.

And the snow wrapped around the surface of the stone has never melted.

Until one day, spring blossoms.

The so-called "snow spirit" has become an ugly stone that has nothing to do with sword casting, and it seems to be a joke to forge it into the best sword in the world one day.

It wasn't until another winter, when the child carefully wrapped the ugly stone with snow again, as if it had turned back into that piece of "snow", that the child's words gradually increased.

It's as if it's still the same "snow spirit".

Year after year.

Finally, one winter, the snow never came.

The child also grew up, married and had children, inherited the mantle of the master, and became a well-known local swordsmith.

Ugly stones are just taken for granted, forgotten somewhere in the home.

Until one day, the swordsmith's child found this ugly stone in the house, played with it boringly, and threw it into his father's sword-forging furnace.

One day, two days......

Day 9.

Someone came to the door to ask for a sword and was rejected in every way, and in a fit of anger, the swordsmith's family was washed in blood, and no one was spared.

All the swords he forged in his life were looted by the murderer.

When the murderer came to the sword-casting furnace room, he opened the sword-casting furnace, and the sword light bloomed, and the power was incomparable, leveling the mountain villa.

He became the first to discover this innate sword.

He was also the first to die by the sword.

The news of the destruction of the swordsmith spread, and people flocked to the news to investigate this land that had been flattened by sword qi...... In the end, it was determined that the instigator was the only one intact, which seemed to be plain and impermanent when inserted diagonally on the ground, and the word "Chopping Autumn" was engraved on the body of the sword.

The reputation of the killer spread, and after countless years, the master changed one stubble after another.

Until it fell into the hands of the evil spider queen and was transferred to Qi Ming.

Just a few months later......

As a sword's life, this is the end.

......

When the tens of thousands of sword qi that had been raging on the floating island for ten minutes gradually calmed down.

When Qi Ming's figure reappeared in front of everyone, the sword in his hand had lost all its light, and the sword body was cracked and rusty, as if a piece of broken copper and iron had been lifted in his hand.

I think this sword is too long to cut vegetables, and it is not as good as a kitchen knife.

Siwa's figure has long since disappeared, and where she originally stood, only a scorched black mark remained, and the potholes left by the countless swords that had almost cut through the sky and bombarded the ground. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.