125. The Sword Is Not Dusty

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Blood dripped on the sword, but it did not fall to the ground. It was as if several blood snakes were swimming on the dragon pattern on the sword body, but they did not slip to other places. Every time he reaches the dragon pattern, he stops and dyes about two-fifths of the dragon pattern red. It seemed as if it was embedded in the sword and became a part of the blood dragon pattern.

After the blood was quenched on the sword, a faint light like blood mist enveloped the sword. Set against the sharp edge of the dragon's head, the subtle trembling of the sword as if stirred in the sea of ​​blood formed a faint, but sharp cry that everyone could hear clearly. Weeping and complaining, it seems that she is longing for something.

The body instinctively gave the answer. The warriors felt their hearts beating wildly and their blood rushing forward, as if their heads were about to burst.

This sword wants blood.

It is the blood of warriors.

"What an ominous sword." Master Mianhua had always been calm, but at this moment he couldn't help but frown.

"Master misunderstood."

Luo Ming's tone was relaxed, as if a friend was reminiscing about old times.

He didn't realize that his words contained fallacies, but he kindly corrected them and made them true.

"This sword is definitely not an evil or ominous thing. Its name is the Emperor Yuan Dragon Slaughter, and it is the work of someone from Luo who worked hard. He will be the master of swords in the world. As he spoke, he was still looking at the strange and strange characters on the sword. Bloody light. It seemed that except for this sword, there was nothing in the world that was worthy of his attention.

Luo Yan saw something was wrong with his brother. Even if his behavior goes astray and he forgets the teachings of his ancestors, he will still be a different person. Luo's words are true and based on facts, he has never been a person who speaks like this.

"What's going on? Is he possessed?"

Shen Yiren also understood that this must have something to do with the sword. -Looking around the venue with his eyes, he saw the shadow of a person from the forging room with the door cut open, and shouted loudly.

"The Poison King of Southern Xinjiang is a man. Don't hide your head and show your tail. Get out of here, girl!"

When the Poison King saw that the sword was completed, he was about to sit on the sidelines and observe the authenticity of the legendary sword, when he was unexpectedly called by his name. He didn't panic at all, he smiled sadly.

Shen Yiren originally just wanted him to talk, but now that his goal was achieved, he didn't argue with him: "What's going on with Luo Ming and this sword?

"Hehehe, this sword is the magic sword that he finally refined at Luojian Villa after collecting rare gold from all over the world and spending several years to wipe out the Luo family's wealth. He also did not hesitate to use external forces from the north and a group of ghosts to refine it - Emperor Yuan Long Tu.

The core of this sword is made of a real dragon, but it has already been contaminated with evil spirits. Placed in the highest place of sword intent in the world, it has been cultivated for twenty years. It is the most cold, dark, and violent thing in the world. He used the object as his heart to forge a sword, and the stench from the sword's heart was naturally transferred to the sword.

He still remembered to temper the edge with blood and did not immediately chop you into pieces, which can be regarded as his profound cultivation. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid that he could no longer restrain his bloodthirsty desire and would have been bleeding like a river.

Shen Yiren didn't expect him to give such a detailed explanation and sneered.

"You talk so much, aren't you afraid that you will become a talkative crow and be killed by your master?

The Poison King sneered and said: "Luo Ming has never been the master of Old Man. Do you think he can still hear Old Man's words now? How could he be so disrespectful to me? As for you, you are not much different from the dead. After learning some secrets, That’s okay too.

Sure enough, Luo Ming stared blankly at the dragon sword condensed with blood mist. He seemed not to have listened to a single word of the Poison King's words.

But words such as blood, death, and quenching have already entered his ears.

Luo Ming seemed to have recovered from the sadness and magnificence of the sword's edge.

"Quenching Feng. - Tempering with blood - there are still three people left."

He slowly swept across the crowd. Everyone who was looked at by those dull eyes had their hearts pounding. The fear of being targeted by a lion suddenly rose from his body.

Finally, his eyes rested on Luo Yan. Luo Yan looked at him without giving in, but could not stop his heart from beating wildly.

Luo Ming showed a dull smile cx-

"Good... I wonder how much of your martial arts skills you have left?"

Inferring from his words, Mr. Luo roughly understood what was going on and said angrily: "Even if there is only one cent left, you, the beast, will be punished!"

Luo Ming's expression showed slight disappointment, but it soon returned to normal.

"Try it, it's okay..."

A bloody flash passed by, and Luo Ming slowly drew back his sword. Staring at the blood drops on it, he still murmured.

"Am I right?

Luo Siming's voice suddenly echoed across the arena: "Second uncle!_!"

Luo Yan's chest suddenly erupted with a large rain of blood. No one saw what happened with the sword just now. Luo Yan had slowly collapsed.

"Dad! You, you actually killed your second uncle!"

"really weird...

Luo Ming had doubts in his eyes, but he didn't look at Luo Yan at all. The Emperor Yuan Dragon Slaughter was contaminated with Luo Yan's blood, but it did not change. The blood on the sword flowed to the ground without being embedded in the sword body.

"Why not... His tone was calm. But everyone couldn't help but shudder.

There were not many warriors present who had friendship with Luo Yan, but Luo Yan killed his relatives with his sword without even frowning, and even showed indifference to the extreme. Under the control of this demon sword, this person looks like a monster except for his martial arts skills, and even resembles a human being.

"two-....

Only then did Luo Siming realize that although Luo Yan was seriously injured,

, but his heart was not seriously injured. Luo Min's sword just now didn't penetrate Luo Yan's heart, it just scratched his chest. No wonder it doesn't work, I just don't know why.

Furthermore, Luo Yan's skills have not yet fully recovered, and there has not been a fierce fight. It simply cannot meet the requirements for the hard work of a Sword Intention Swordsman. Even taking the blood from the heart is useless.

"Use this." Poison King threw out a glass vial, which was exactly the same as the one Luo Ming opened just now. Luo Ming didn't reach out to pick it up and scratched the glass bottle. Blood beads rolled down the smooth mirror-like sword body, imprinting the blood dragon pattern on it like a brand.

The Poison King chuckled and said, "This belongs to the Ling family's Ruoyun boy. I will trouble you to deal with the aftermath, Master Luo Dazhuang." The Poison King naturally knew that Ling Ruoyun was the heir to the Lushan Sword Temple. He assassinated Ling Ruoyun for Luo Ming, and there may not be any good intentions in it.

But Luo Ming just said: "Okay."

"madman!

Shen Yiren drew his sword boldly and shouted: "Heroes, this beast has entered the devil's path and can no longer be treated as a human being. There is no need to follow the rules of the world when dealing with such people!" Throwing out this famous saying, the heroes swung their guns and used them. The name of the stick took out his weapon, either to save his life or to conquer the demons and defend the road, and he was ready to fight Luo Ming.

But although the formation was formed, no one dared to take the first step.

While Shen Yiren was worried about Ming Feizhen's safety, while facing an opponent of Luo Ming's level, she couldn't help but fall into a dilemma mentally. But the other first-class martial arts masters are not afraid, but they don't know how to start. Luo Ming went to where he wanted to stop, but it was Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, without any flaws.

-The black shadow flew out, and without saying a word, the giant spirit-like palm suddenly blasted away with a huge strong wind.

Elder Jia was worried and shouted: "Young Gang Leader!! Take care!" After saying that, he rushed into the battle with the Vajra Dragon Touguai. The masters behind him took this as a breakthrough and joined the battle one after another.

Luo Ming did not block Hong Jiu's palm, but held the sword in his hand and slashed. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to tell with the naked eye. Hong Jiu stopped in time to avoid falling into the trajectory of the Emperor Yuan Dragon Slaughter.

Clinker Luo Ming's sword moved like clouds and flowing water, making a circle with a flash of startling light, just in time to target Hong Jiu's head. What was hit was only an afterimage, and Hong Jiu even avoided the sword even faster.

Elder Jia, who was behind him, was so shocked that he swallowed the tragic words of "The thief killed my young gang leader, oh my god, he's not dead" and swallowed it back in his stomach. He felt very uncomfortable.

There was a huge gap in martial arts between Hong Jiu and Luo Ming. Wang Lai never had any intention of winning. Keep an eye on Luo Ming's shoulder and avoid it as soon as it moves. You must not have the intention of forcing a fight, but it will work.

He had had countless fights with Ming Feizhen in his life. Masters with supernatural powers do not easily conflict with each other, and will not take action unless necessary. Ruoluo has rich experience in dealing with masters of supernatural powers in the field. I am afraid that even Luo Ming is not as good as Hong Jiu.

There were many masters behind him, and three or five of them took action together. Luo Ming, who had great internal strength, did not dare not to take the attack, and actually let Hong Jiu slip out of the battle circle to regain his breath.

Shen Yiren said: "Master Hong, what do you think of the current plan?'

Hong Jiu was categorical: "This old boy used some means to confuse the big boss. We have to give the big boss time to come back.

Shen Yiren was slightly stunned: "...You think...it's okay?"

"Nonsense." Hong Jiu listened without hesitation, "I am a Tathagata Buddha. How can I die so easily?

Fighting against many masters, Luo Ming seemed to feel bored: "It's useless to kill you."

Hong Jiu spotted the gap and fired another palm from the air. Before the palm could reach him, he felt a sharp light piercing his palm, and he had to turn his palm to avoid it.

But he saw four figures flashing out from the other side, and they were the four swords of wind, rain, thunder and fire. The sword that Hong Jiu had to avoid was naturally caused by the wind sword.

The foundation of Fengjian is deep, and Yu Feiyuan still woke up before he could kill him. Then he woke up his junior brothers and sisters. Seeing his master being besieged, there was no reason not to protect his master.

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Luo Ming's dull eyes changed direction and looked at the young man standing in front of him.

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The sharp wildness of the wind sword made him realize that something was wrong. He suddenly looked back and saw the bloody sword light sweeping past. But the Emperor Yuan's dragon-slaying sword came out of the rain sword in the wind, rain, thunder and fire.

Feng Jian's reaction was extremely fast, and he understood the master's plan in a blink of an eye. But he still rushed out without hesitation and pushed away

When Diyuan Longtu's sword pierced his chest, he only focused on ensuring the safety of Yu Jian.

The little junior sister who was sitting on the ground understood the moment she saw his eyes.

Understand everything.

She understood why the senior brother didn't look at her when he was talking; why she occasionally looked back and caught his gaze; why he always came to save her when she was in danger, she understood.

He didn't say it with his mouth, but he said it in his heart. Said it many, many times. Like his sword, as loud as a cry.

She clearly heard it.

I heard that he liked her, he said it so loudly and so definitely.

“This is a necessary sacrifice.

The emotionless tone penetrated into the chest filled with pain.

Feng Jian slowly turned his head and looked at him with contempt, anger, unwillingness, and pain...

Finally, it is compassion and compassion.

A light breeze blew over the young man's face. After coming to the Central Plains for ten years, this face has not changed much. Yi 18 has the perseverance and simplicity of that time, just like the silent young man who ran like the wind in the past.

Feng Jian endured the heartbreaking pain and moved his lips.

"Teacher - I wish you

...not covered in dust.

The wind stopped.

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