Chapter 64 Mysterious Broken Sword, Invincible Sword Stance

"What a terrible chill."

Walking into the Shenbing Pavilion built with special metal materials, Ye Chenfeng saw all kinds of spiritual tools hanging on the huge walls of the Shenbing Pavilion, and a fierce and murderous aura was released from these spiritual tools , making the pores all over his body stand up.

Due to the high value of the spiritual tools in the Shenbing Pavilion, Tianhuo Wufu disciples prefer to use low-grade soul crystals for cultivation, so there is only one white-haired old man lying on a rocking chair in the Shenbing Pavilion, as if asleep.

"Which weapon is more suitable for me?"

Looking at the huge wall of weapons, Ye Chenfeng, who has been relying on his strength to defend the enemy with his bare hands, fell into contemplation.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. The sword moves exquisitely and attacks fiercely. It is loved by most people, but it is not easy to cultivate the sword to a very high attainments.

The knife opens and closes, and when attacking, it carries an indomitable arrogance, but it lacks the invincible sharpness and sharpness.

The stick is both offensive and defensive, but its destructive power is insufficient, and its lethality is far less than that of the king of a hundred soldiers' spear.

Coupled with Ye Chenfeng's cultivation of the six-merid divine gang, strong physical strength is more suitable for heavy weapons, so Ye Chenfeng feels that the gun is more suitable as his weapon in the future.

Just as Ye Chenfeng's eyes kept scanning back and forth on the huge wall of weapons, looking for a heavy gun that suits him, a broken sword with a half-broken body attracted him. attention.

The reason why Ye Chenfeng was attracted by this broken broken sword was because when Ye Chenfeng looked at this broken sword, there was an inexplicable sensation in his mind.

"Is there something extraordinary about this broken sword?"

Ye Chenfeng raised his brows and came to the white-haired elder who was guarding the Shenbing Pavilion, and asked, "I don't know what the value of this broken sword is, and whether it was made by Tianhuo Wufu."

"This Broken Sword is worth a thousand low-grade soul crystals. As for its origin and rank, I don't know either." The white-haired old man lying on the rocking chair slowly opened his eyes and said lukewarmly.

"A thousand low-grade soul crystals are so expensive!"

Knowing the price of Broken Sword, Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but gasped, and hesitated to buy it.

After all, a thousand low-grade soul crystals are enough to buy middle-grade spirit tools or exchange for high-grade spirit-grade spirit skills, and this broken sword is so badly damaged that it can't see any value.

"This broken sword has a long history and is of extraordinary material, so the price is relatively high," said the white-haired old man.

"I wonder if I can take a look at the broken sword first?" Ye Chenfeng pondered for a while and asked.

"No, you can't move if you don't buy it!" The white-haired old man shook his head and refused.

"Okay, I bought this broken sword." After hesitating, Ye Chenfeng finally decided to spend a thousand low-grade soul crystals to buy this broken sword that caused a brain-eating sensation.

"You really decided? I heard that this broken sword is a bit evil." The white-haired old man looked at Ye Chenfeng with deep meaning and reminded.

"I made a decision."

Having said that, Ye Chenfeng took out a thousand low-grade soul crystals from the Qiankun bag and handed them over to the white-haired old man, and obtained this seemingly ordinary broken sword with a mysterious origin.

After purchasing the Broken Sword, Ye Chenfeng didn't stop there, turned around and left the Shenbing Pavilion, and couldn't wait to return to the small courtyard where he lived, ready to study the Broken Sword.

The reason why Ye Chenfeng was so urgent was because when his fingers touched the broken sword, God Devourer's brain immediately reacted, which shows that this broken sword is indeed extraordinary.

However, Ye Chenfeng calmed down, and when he studied Broken Sword, he found that it neither absorbed his own blood, nor did it respond to his brain.

"Could it be that God Devouring Brain is really wrong? This Broken Sword is simply a worthless remnant of soldiers." Ye Chenfeng used God Devouring Brain to sense for more than half an hour, but did not find anything special about this Broken Sword. , showing disappointment.

"Could it be that I'm using the wrong method."

After thinking for a while, Ye Chenfeng changed his method, running the Soul Eater at a high speed, and controlled the God Eater Brain to release a powerful swallowing force, which penetrated into the Broken Sword.

After about a stick of incense, there was finally a trace of abnormality in the broken sword. Under the powerful devouring power of the God-devouring Brain, a slight crack sounded in the broken sword.

The next moment, the soul power released by Ye Chenfeng penetrated into the broken sword, and he noticed the existence of a large number of attack patterns in the broken sword.

However, as the broken sword was broken at the waist, these patterns were also broken.

"Three thousand six hundred and eighty attack patterns, who made this broken sword?"

Ye Chenfeng couldn't imagine how powerful this sword would be if it was intact and all the attack patterns were stimulated when attacking.

It is estimated that it can easily kill the beast fairy master in seconds.

"I don't know if God Devouring Brain can help me repair these patterns."

Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself, and decided to find an opportunity to use the power of the gods to try to repair the pattern in the broken sword. If it can be repaired, this broken sword will be his biggest killer.

"Hey, there is also a mystery at the hilt of this sword."

While Ye Chenfeng was silently groping for this mysterious broken sword, God Devourer noticed the hidden pattern prohibition at the hilt of the broken sword.

"break!"

With the help of the brain-devouring power, the soul power released by Ye Chenfeng forcibly penetrated into the prohibition of the sword hilt pattern, and then, a contemptuous voice penetrated into his ears.

"Kill kill kill!"

The terrifying sound was like nine days of thunder, and it exploded in Ye Chenfeng's ears. The powerful sound shocked Ye Chenfeng's seven holes to bleed, and his brain was dizzy.

Just when Ye Chenfeng wanted to withdraw the soul power that had penetrated into Broken Sword, a monstrous sword force spewed out from the pattern prohibition, shattered the soul power, smashed into his mind, and tore his soul apart. of riddled with holes.

Seeing that Ye Chenfeng's head was about to be pierced to death, the God-devouring Brain, which was integrated with his brain, quickly wriggled, releasing a powerful devouring force that devoured this terrifying sword force.

But in the next second, another shot of the soaring sword spewed out from the restless hilt, smashed into Ye Chenfeng's mind, and continued to attack his soul.

Faced with the unmatched sword power, Ye Chenfeng was powerless to resist. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, pinning all his hopes on the God-devouring brain.

If God Devouring Brain can't swallow the soaring sword force spurting out of Broken Sword, then he will not escape bad luck.

At the moment when the second soaring sword force slammed into Ye Chenfeng's mind, the god-devouring brain responded immediately, reflecting the blood-devouring light, as if a mouth swallowing the sky enveloped the sword force, swallowing the terrifying sword force for the second time. .

After two sword moves, Ye Chenfeng's whole heart fell to a trough.

Because he clearly felt that the third soaring sword was brewing in the broken sword, and the strength of this sword made him smell the breath of death.

In an instant, a dazzling white light stabbed his eyes, and a sword like a meteor blasted into his mind, stabbing the god-devouring brain that controlled his soul.

Then, a devastating sword force erupted in Ye Chenfeng's mind, opposing the devouring power released by the God-devouring Brain, stunned him, and fell onto the blood-stained wooden bed, his life and death unknown.