4638. Chapter 4638 Sword Spirit 6

, The evil king chasing his wife: The good-for-nothing miss! The sword spirits in the sword mound range from level one to level six.

The burly man who recommended himself just now is already level 5, but the sword spirits of level 6, these sword spirits have no impression, they only exist in legends.

As they walked, seeing that time was running out, Su Luo couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Is it really necessary to choose one from the next wave of sword spirits?

Although each of these sword spirits is enviable when taken out, Su Luo always feels that there should be better ones.

As he was walking, suddenly, Su Luo saw half a sword in the corner of his eyes.

That sword was very ordinary, the hilt was half rotten, and the exposed half of the sword body was stained with rust. This kind of broken sword should be recycled as tattered.

As Su Luo walked, she was thinking, she didn't take this sword seriously.

After walking about three kilometers, suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Su Luo's mind, her body froze, and she stopped in her tracks.

Seeing Su Luo stop, the big wave of sword spirits also stopped, they looked at each other, looking at Su Luo in a daze.

Su Luo's footsteps began to retreat, one step after another.

The sword spirits were puzzled, but their instincts were still there, so Su Hou took a step back, and they all followed suit.

This scene, if viewed by outsiders, would be considered ridiculous, but at this moment Su Luo was very serious, and the sword spirits also looked serious because they were puzzled.

In this way, they retreated step by step, and finally retreated to three kilometers.

Su Luo stopped in her tracks.

The sword spirits also stopped in unison.

Then, they saw Su Luo turning to the right, walking straight to the broken sword, squatting down, and staring at the broken sword that was despised by everyone.

Su Luo looked at the broken sword, thoughtful.

Just now, she had a flash of inspiration in her mind, and finally realized that this is the Sword Tomb, and the worst is a first-level sword spirit. How could there be such a broken copper and iron?

Moreover, all swords have sword spirits, but this sword——

Su Luo turned her head and looked at the dark sword spirit: "Where is the sword spirit of this sword?"

It was obvious that Su Luo had taken a fancy to this sword, but no one claimed such a prize because——

"This sword, how can there be a sword spirit?"

"For so many years, I have never seen a sword spirit in this broken sword come out to play with us."

"Maybe there used to be? But now the sword spirit must be dead, and we can't sense its vitality."

"That's right, the sword spirit is dead, you should choose me, a human girl!"

"Choose me choose me!"

"Choose me choose me choose me!"

As a result, the peaceful scene became noisy again. A large wave of sword spirits quarreled with each other, and these sword spirits were all naive, romantic, true-tempered, and completely ignorant of world affairs, so the quarrel was really noisy.

Su Luo could only feel a buzzing noise in her ears, which made the veins on her forehead twitch.

Being liked by too many sword spirits is also troublesome.

If Su Luo's thoughts were made known to other people who entered Sword Spirit Selection, they might have the heart to beat her to death.

This group of sword spirits are proud and arrogant, and they are only like this to Su Luo, and they are very proud of others.

Su Luo took a deep breath: "Quiet!"

Following Su Luo's order, all the sword spirits subconsciously covered their mouths with their hands, looking at Su Luo with pairs of clear eyes.

Su Luo rubbed the center of her eyebrows with a headache, and then concentrated on observing the broken sword.

Su Luo's hand was on the hilt of the sword.

Because of the age of the sword hilt, it turned into a piece of sawdust with a click and scattered on the ground.