4639. Chapter 4639 Sword Spirit 7

, The evil king chasing his wife: The good-for-nothing miss! So, in front of Su Luo was a broken sword without a hilt.

Those sword spirits all use one kind, look at it and say it's a broken sword, looking at Su Luo with such eyes.

But Su Luo——

There was ecstasy in her eyes.

Because no one had noticed the sword before, so they didn't try to draw the sword, so they didn't crush the hilt, so they didn't know that as the hilt shattered, what appeared in front of Su Luo was the touch of the tail of the sword. Red-eyed.

This touch of red made Su Luo see the flaw!

So, Su Luo held the tail of the sword with his hand and began to draw the sword.

The sword spirits all frowned, and the most powerful and burly man among them said: "Don't bother, this sword fell from the sky many years ago, and stuck straight into the slope."

Su Luo looked up at him.

At this time, other sword spirits also spoke to persuade.

"No one has ever been able to pull out this sword."

"Besides, if you get close to this sword, you will be very unlucky, and you will always lose in a fight."

"In short, this is not a good sword, choose me quickly."

"Choose me, choose me, choose!"

So now it's in chaos again.

Su Luo's head grew bigger.

She did experiment just now and wanted to pull out the drawn sword, but she couldn't pull it out no matter what.

Could it be that the drawn sword really does not belong to her?

Su Luo thought, since her blood can attract so many sword spirits, there must be something unique about it. I don't know if it can awaken the sword spirit in this broken sword.

With the thought of giving it a try, Su Luo bit her finger, and a drop of bright red blood rolled down and dripped on the broken sword.

"Gulu—"

This is the sound of the sword spirits cutting and swallowing.

They were scrambling to follow Su Luo because of the blood on her body. Seeing her blood rolling down and smelling the tempting smell, they could hardly bear it anymore.

A drop of blood rolled slowly onto the broken sword, and soon disappeared.

But Su Luo's eyes were full of joy.

There is a door!

So, Su Luo squeezed out three more drops of blood and rolled them onto the broken sword.

"Gulu Gulu—" the sound of the sword spirits swallowing their saliva in unison!

Their jealous eyeballs are almost protruding!

Why waste such precious blood on scrap metal! They want to drink too!

Su Luo didn't notice the mourning of the sword spirits, all her attention was on this broken sword, because she vaguely sensed that there was a simple and remote soul in this broken sword.

As the three drops of blood rolled down, the rusty sword body, where the blood flowed, the rust iron was washed away, revealing a little bit of the sword body.

Originally, Su Luo thought that with the washing of her blood, the sword would shine brightly.

But the facts disappointed her.

Even with three drops of blood, this broken sword is still a broken sword, and the rusty blade has not changed a bit.

"Let's just say, this is a broken sword, a broken sword that no one wants."

"Those three drops of blood, why waste it, how good it is for me to drink."

"Give it up now. It's still too late to come back to me. I'll still think about it."

The sword spirits said arrogantly one after another.

But Su Luo didn't seem to hear what they said at all, she was still immersed in the broken sword world, unable to extricate herself for a long time.

Others didn't know, but Su Luo knew better than anyone else. When the three drops of blood rolled down, she seemed to hear a slight sigh.

This voice, seemingly absent, did not appear in her ears, but appeared in the depths of her soul.