"Zhao!Yun!" Wen Daodan was furious, and the violent energy swept away the new house that Zhao Yun had just moved into.

However, looking at Wen Daodan's pretentious figure, Zhao Yun held his hand on the sword of the past again with an indifferent face.

The white light lit up, and Wen Daodan sadly found that he was still unable to resist, so he could only watch as he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, took off his shoes and socks, pulled up his trouser legs, and began to seriously and meticulously clean up the scene that was blown up by her momentum.

Finally, she watched as she walked to the bathroom with a rag in hand, only to feel moisture rise from the depths of her uncontrollable eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Yun stopped controlling.

"I promised you that I would do it. To be reasonable, at the beginning of the battle, each relied on means, and if your skills were not as good as me, you would naturally lose, and your sword was not arranged by me, and you came here today, and it was not what I asked for, do you think that you can do whatever you want with your back to Wen Quxing Wang Xi?"

Although Zhao Yun felt that his words did not make any sense, since they all said that they relied on their own means, and people were also right to rely on their family background, they still had to say that occupying the moral high ground was an important strategy for negotiation.

“...... Give me back the sword. ”

Wen Daodan suppressed his breath and slowed down for a moment before speaking, his tone was not as impulsive as just now, but the coldness in his words seemed to be stronger.

"Don't worry, let me ask you, why can't I refuse your entry application?

“......”

"Huh?" Zhao Yun's hand holding the sword of the past was tightened.

"There is no modification, all the pop-up boxes of the confirmation class in this system must be double-clicked to confirm in case of misoperation, and your click naturally has no effect. ”

Zhao Yun: "......"

"Can you give me the sword?" Wen Daodan asked again.

"Take it. Zhao Yun didn't refuse again, and threw the sword over.

He actually didn't want to touch the sword of death, after all, what he was most afraid of was the god of light, but in the face of Wen Daodan, the other party was already at the holy level, and if he didn't take the sword, it might be miserable, and the momentum would be suppressed, and he would be at a disadvantage if he talked about anything in the future.

Wen Daodan took the sword and withdrew it from her body, her phoenix eyes swept, and she walked to a chair and sat down, wanting to tidy up her appearance, she lowered her head, looking at the dress that looked like a clean aunt, and suddenly didn't know where to start.

Zhao Yun watched Wen Daodan's movements, and his soul once again observed the Light God Grass with concern.

Since the recovery of the Dragon Soul and Lan Zai, the two major artifact artifacts have joined forces to suppress the Light God Grass, and the latter has fallen silent very obediently, but everyone is a top-level divine object, no one can destroy anyone, and the seal is not secure.

And today, after Zhao Yun touched the sword of the past life, a leaf of the Light God Grass emitted white light and resonated with the sword, and the spiritual pressure of the two major weapons could not be suppressed, but it felt that it was just a simple energy exchange and let it go.

Now, the sword of the past life has no resonance, and it is naturally broken, and the leaves of the Light God Grass are silent, but this moment of resonance, the Light God Grass seems to be a little more active.

On the other side, Wen Daodan began to slowly put back his shoes and socks, slowly lowered his sleeves and trousers, and then put on Yinglan's coat.

She moved very slowly, and seemed to be adjusting her emotions, and when everything was finally in order, the violence in her eyes had dissipated a lot, and she calmly pulled her hair.

The atmosphere at the scene was no longer tense, and Zhao Yun's spirit also eased down, this time, he was facing Wen Daodan, and suddenly his mouth was a little dry, this woman is really good-looking.

In Zhao Yun's view, beauty is generally divided into three levels, good-looking, average, and ugly.

No matter how many movie and television stars he has watched in his past and present life, he, like many people, can see that this group of people is very beautiful and good-looking, but they are all different in beauty and have their own style, and it is impossible to be like a single person in the middle of the line.

But Wen Daodan made him a little shaken, it seemed that she was alone at one level, and others could only be distributed within the range of "others".

If it is said that before the championship match, he still felt that Wen Daodan's beauty was inferior to Zhao Zilong, because of the lack of temperament.

Zhao Zilong's coldness made Zhao Yun shocked, but now, Wen Daodan seems to have transformed, and the hidden youthfulness has long been gone, but it has given birth to a slightly ruthless heroic spirit.

Shaking his head, Zhao Yun smiled bitterly, this should still be the influence of the Light God Grass, if you just look at the outline, Wen Daodan is still very similar to Lin Qingxia, and even the lines are more distinct, but for some reason, he just sees the feeling of being alone.

"Have you finished reading?"

"Nope. ”

“......”

“...... Ahem, let's get down to business. Zhao Yun scratched his head and changed his expression.

He waved his hand, and the Seven Killing Dragon Spear and Yunhai Lanjia appeared on his hand, and then the domain was opened, and the Dragon Soul and Lan Zai appeared in front of the two.

Wen Daodan was stunned, the artifact spirit usually cultivates in the master's soul, but it is difficult to directly manifest it in reality, because only a powerhouse who has reached the Xuan level can provide sufficient quality of energy for the artifact spirit display.

And the realm is a soul projection, and opening the realm is also a way for saint-level people to let the machine spirit display after holding the artifact, but the machine spirit display is generally useless, so few people do it.

At this moment, because he wanted to talk directly, Zhao Yun summoned the two spirits.

Wen Daodan frowned after being stunned, how did Zhao Yun open this realm? She had already entered the sainthood, and she had been in Zhao Yun's realm at this time, so she could also tell that this was not launched by an artifact.

Zhao Yun was a little stunned when he saw Wen Daodan's red lips slightly open, and recalled a certain picture for no reason, his heart fluttered, and then he was shocked, why did he launch the domain in front of her?

It's as if I don't want to hide something.

"My half-step saint-level is the soul who has taken half a step first, but his own energy has not been improved, and he can only rely on some saint-level weapons to transform. Zhao Yun said with a deep sigh.

Wen Daodan nodded, this explanation is reasonable, but the other party's domain is stable and solid, and it doesn't look like the kind of vanity emitted by the transformation energy, but she doesn't bother to ask, let's get to the main problem first.

"Master Long, you say, can the Seven Killings explode the Sword of the Dead?" Zhao Yun asked.

"Roar (impossible, maybe it's okay to make a hole, don't think about it if you explode.) ）”

"Senior Dragon, do you know if there is any way to deal with the control of this God of Light?" Wen Daodan's expression darkened for a moment, and then he asked nervously.

"Roar (It's also hard, you know that artifacts have a way of categorizing, the master killer class and the normal class.) ）”

(We are all ordinary, we can't hurt the master, even if we are unintentional, we will be counterattacked, but the main killer class is the opposite, they can hurt the master to strengthen themselves, the more serious the injury, the more severe, but generally will not be killed directly, because this will also be counterattacked, only a few more injuries and then killed, you can minimize the backlash.) ）”

(The Sword of the Past Life may be of this kind, so even if we have the means to destroy it, it can instantly devour you to strengthen itself, and then it may die, and you will die.) ）”

At this moment, Wen Daodan's red lips were pursed, and his face was covered with a layer of helplessness.

Wang Xi also said these words, but she still hoped that she could get another way out in Zhao Yun, but it seemed that it would not work.

"Master Long, there's really no way, maybe there's a workaround?" Zhao Yun had been looking at Wen Daodan intently, and suddenly asked.

"Roar (Yes, you can sacrifice it.) ）”

“？”

This sentence made Wen Zhao and both of them look at it in surprise.

"Roar (the grass in your brain, the same origin as the sword, and more advanced, so it can command that sword, of course, artifacts have self-preservation mechanisms, it is impossible for him to self-destruct, but it can be fused.) ）”

(To put it simply, if you use the Light God Grass to absorb the Sword of the Afterlife, this girl will be able to get rid of it if she suffers a little backlash...... bar. ）”

“......”

“......”

No, what do you mean, Master Long?

Zhao Yun was not calm, and then asked even more calmly:

"Even if it is done, what will happen to me if the Light God Grass absorbs the sword?"

"Roar (I guess I can walk in the world instead of the god of light.) ）”

"Speak human words!"

"Roar (that is, to become a puppet of the god of light.) ）”

Zhao Yun rubbed his swollen and painful skull, and his eyes fell on Wen Daodan's suddenly "affectionate" eyes, and he almost couldn't help but agree.

"Roar (Don't despair, as long as we can collect a few parts of Lan Zai, we can definitely suppress it.) ）”

"Master Long, why do I think you just want to save the beauty and don't care whether the master lives or dies, are you really my artifact?"