Chapter 22 Refining the Blood Sword

What kind of person is that? What kind of era was that?

Shi Feng frowned more and more deeply, staring at the blood sword in his hand. The sword was engraved with dense runes the size of ants. These runes are fundamentally different from the runes on the Heng Continent today. Shi Feng once read It has never appeared in the ancient books that have been passed, and it must have been in the ancient times thousands of years ago.

This artificial passage, based on traces, is only a few thousand years old at most, but I don't know why the blood skeleton and this blood sword flowed here.

And that blood skeleton was the man in his mind before his death? Or a clan or descendant with the same blood? After all, Shi Feng felt that their breath was very similar, and even the breath of this blood sword was very similar to them.

These things, I am afraid that with the cover up for a long time, it is impossible to know.

However, Shi Feng is just curious about this information. He is just curious, and he has no idea of ​​finding out and restoring the historical truth.

In his whole life, he only pursued the ultimate in martial arts and entered the legendary divine realm.

"It's a pity! It's a pity!" Looking at the blood-colored long sword, Shi Feng sighed in his heart: "I originally thought that I had obtained a god-level profound weapon, but it turned out to be a broken soldier, only equivalent to a second-grade profound weapon. "

Shi Feng also understood why this blood sword made him feel like the source of all things at the beginning, and was easily bound by the source of all things. It turned out that its power has become a thing of the past.

"Hey, I thought that my character had skyrocketed, and I was so handsome that I would lose an artifact, but I didn't expect to get a defective product. Forget it, the defective product is a defective product. Use it first, after all, there are ancient artifact spirits. , maybe there is a possibility of repair in the future." Shi Feng said, his right hand swiped in the void, and a restraint was carefully punched into the sword, and began to refine.

"Huh?" Shi Feng suddenly discovered something was wrong. With this sword spirit, even if he became weak, he would definitely be resisted if he wanted to refine it, and he might even attack him like he did just now. After a lot of hard work, I didn't expect the ban to be easily penetrated into the sword, without the slightest resistance, and it was quickly refined.

"The artifact spirit in this sword seems to no longer exist." Shi Feng sensed carefully, the blood sword that was refined at this moment was already one with his own mind and spirit. The source has been eliminated, or it was originally a candle in the wind, dying, which has become a mystery again.

However, Shi Feng guessed that the artifact spirit was destroyed by the source of all things.

One is golden and the other is blood-red. As soon as they meet, they attack each other, and at a glance they know they have hatred.

"Huh?" Shi Feng suddenly frowned. He heard a few footsteps at the entrance of the corridor.

Shi Feng turned around and looked at the corridor that was only a few dozen meters away from him. At the stone ladder, three pairs of feet appeared.

As the three pairs of feet stepped on the stone ladder and moved down, three figures gradually appeared in Shi Feng's field of vision.

The three people who came were three middle-aged men, dressed in brocade clothes, in purple, yellow, and red, and at first glance they knew they were from a wealthy and powerful family.

Three martial arts warriors!

Shi Feng saw the martial arts cultivation of the three at a glance.

When the three saw Shi Feng, they were also startled.

In Cangyue City, seeing three martial arts warriors, Shi Feng immediately guessed their identities.

Facing the gazes of the three, Shi Feng said leisurely, "I'm really lucky today,

In one day, I saw all the great people in Cangyue City. "

Shi Feng believed that with Yu Wei who killed Hai Batian, the three of them didn't have the courage to attack him.

Cangyue City is divided into four areas: East City, South City, West City, and North City, which are respectively governed by the Zhao Family, Wang Family, Lei Family, and Hai Family.

Among the three stood the man on the right, dressed in purple robes, as burly and stout as the dead Hai Batian, he was Lei Yi, the Patriarch of the Lei Family in charge of the West City.

On the surface, the four major families seem to be harmonious, but in fact, they often fight for some interests secretly, and the Lei family and the Hai family are close to each other, and they have mutual in-laws, so the Hai and Lei families formed an alliance and together Against the king, the Zhao family.

Hai Batian is dead. Apart from the Hai family, Lei Yi is the most angry. From now on, the balance of Cangyue City has been broken.

Lei Yi saw Shi Feng, and the blood sword in Shi Feng's hand, and said solemnly: "Boy, you can leave now, we will not stop you. But this sword is a handed down from the Hai family. You must stay with us." Lei Yi deliberately added "men" after "I" to let Shi Feng know that the three of them were together.

If he was alone, he really wouldn't dare to face Shi Feng like a superior person. To know that his strength is only on par with Hai Batian, Hai Batian was beaten to death by this man.

However, Lei Yi felt that the two of them should not sing against him at the moment, because they came here for a common purpose. There is a mysterious blood sword in the underground passage of the Hai family, and now their biggest competitor is The boy opposite.

The Hai family discovered this passage. Although Hai Batian ordered to block the news, there was no airtight wall. The news was finally heard by the other three major families.

"Zheng!" Shi Feng flexed his left middle finger and held it down by his thumb, then flicked the blood sword lightly, making a crisp sound.

Looking at Lei Yi, Shi Feng showed a foolish expression and said, "The Hai family has been almost wiped out by Lao Tzu, and everything from the Hai family belongs to Lao Tzu's trophies from now on. What's more, this is the Hai family's belongings. , is it your business again?"

"you you!"

Shi Feng's remarks were merciless. As the head of the Lei family, Lei Yi would dare to speak to him like this, not to mention that the other party was only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, and his cheeks suddenly became angry. Swelling red, but it is "you! You!", "you" can't refute the following words.

Lei Yi's embarrassment, seeing Zhao and Wang next to him, the two patriarchs looked at each other and smiled, secretly laughing.

Wang Yao, the head of the Wang family, stood in the middle, wearing a bright red robe. He looked only 1.6 meters tall. He was a short and fat man. He was more like a rich man than a martial artist or the head of the Wang family. .

Wang Yaoxiao looked at Shi Feng, his fat face was like a blooming chrysanthemum, he said with a smile: "Little brother, your martial skills are indeed very powerful, I, Wang, have no confidence that they can resist, but such martial skills , how many times can you perform it? There are three of us here."

"Humph!" Shi Feng faced the three of them, snorted with a smile, and said, "If you are interested, you might as well give it a try!"