Chapter 1928

The Black Moon King stood on the top of the rocky mountain, and took a knife from the knife holder next to him.

Originally, Han Sen thought that the king-level knife must be radiant, but the knife in the hands of the Black Moon King was obviously not among them.

It was a narrow knife like the moon, but the whole body was as black as ink, and no light could be seen from the blade, like a dark night without light.

Han Sen looked at the knife and thought to himself, how can a knife that is only three feet long be sharpened on a mountain-like whetstone?

The Black Moon Knife did not sharpen the knife immediately, but instead pressed one hand on the rocky mountain below, and the blue-yellow rocky mountain suddenly showed faint water patterns.

The water patterns flow from bottom to top, fluctuating from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and finally converge on the top of the mountain, condensing on a rock on the top of the mountain.

The stone was slanted and concave, and after the water pattern was condensed on it, it seemed to flow down from the top like ripples.

Black Moon King stood in front of the water stone, holding a knife in both hands, with a pious and solemn expression, as if what he held in his hands was not a knife, but a sacrifice to God.

The black blade was stuck on the water stone by the Black Moon King, and the angle between the blade and the water stone was only about fifteen degrees, and it was sharpened along the way.

When Han Sen was in the alliance, he also learned how to sharpen knives. It is not because he has any interest in forging knives. Both the blade and the blade of Z steel products need to be sharpened from time to time to maintain their sharpness. Unlike beast soul weapons, which can be automatically sharpened recover.

However, the sharpening and sharpening of the gene universe is obviously different from that of the alliance. Weapons made of foreign treasures can generally restore the damaged edge automatically. It's useless, the worn part will still recover automatically.

It was also the first time for Han Sen to see a rare weapon being sharpened. When he was wondering what the use of sharpening such a knife was, he suddenly saw a ray of light between the knife and the whetstone.

That light seemed to be the first ray of dawn before the rising sun in the east, but upon closer inspection, it turned out that the side of the pitch-black blade had been ground into a crescent-like edge.

The Black Moon King remained unmoved, he continued to lift the knife and sharpened it again.

During this grinding, there was only a long groan of swords, which seemed to be the first cry of a baby.

Han Sen was surprised. Obviously, the sharpening process of the exotic treasure knife was not as simple as sharpening. He felt that he was really right this time, and gained a lot of knowledge.

The others also looked at the Black Moon King who was sharpening the knife, and no one made a sound, for fear of affecting the Black Moon King's knife-sharpening ceremony.

In the third grinding, I saw a strange knife light rising from the dark knife, as if a round of crescent moon rose from the knife, and the gentle and cold light fell down, making people tremble, as if the hairs on the body were all shattered. As if being scraped away by the moonlight, his skin trembled slightly.

In the fourth grinding, another round of crescent visions rose.

Every time the Black Moon King grinds it, a round of crescent visions rises. From the very thin crescent at the beginning, it gradually becomes fuller at the back, until it turns into a full moon, and then gradually becomes a wrecked moon, and finally disappears.

The vision of the moon on the rocky mountain is constantly changing, and the deserted moonlight falls down one after another, as if even the real moonlight in the narrow moon is shining with it.

For a moment it was difficult to tell the truth from the false, the moon and the shadow were perfectly integrated, and it seemed that only the knife, the full moon, and the intoxicating moonlight remained between the heaven and the earth.

The sound of sharpening the knife came from the ear, and every time it was sharpened, a ray of moonlight seemed to fall from the sky, making the blade brighter.

In this way, from dark to bright, and then from bright to dark, until the vision of the moon in the sky is completely gone, the blade is also sharpened, and there is no trace of light, and the blade is still black. A touch of black that seems to have extended into the night.

Until this time, the Black Moon King finally lifted the knife from the whetstone, as if the knife had been sharpened.

The water patterns on the rocky mountain gradually receded and disappeared after a while, and the rocky mountain gradually returned to its original blue-yellow appearance.

Han Sen felt a little strange in his heart, secretly said: "Is this already finished?"

Han Sen was thinking about it, but he saw the Black Moon King holding a knife in both hands, walking down from the stone mountain, and walked to the stone pavilion where Han Sen and the others watched the ceremony.

Han Sen felt that the kings and the juniors around them were a little nervous, or a little excited, which seemed a little unusual.

"Yuelun, can you enlighten the spirit of this knife?" Black Moon King held the knife in both hands, and bowed slightly to Moon Lun King with a solemn expression.

The Moon Wheel King got up and returned the salute: "It is my honor to be able to enlighten the spirit of such a famous sword."

After speaking, the Moon King walked out of the stone pavilion, came to the Black Moon King, stretched out his hands and solemnly took the narrow knife from the Black Moon King's hand.

Rebecca and Du Lishe were very excited when they saw that their father was going to enlighten Yue Zhizao, while the other kings were slightly disappointed.

The Black Moon King handed the knife to the Moon Wheel King, and said solemnly: "Please use your moon wheel power to enlighten the spirit of this knife."

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard it. Han Sen didn't understand what was going on, so he could only continue watching from the sidelines.

The Moon King nodded slightly, held the knife in his hand, and the faint moonlight gradually appeared on his body, while the Black Moon King retreated into the stone pavilion.

Han Sen looked at the Moon King. He only heard that the Moon King was a half-step legend alongside Isa, but he didn't know anything about the power of the Moon King himself.

When I talked to Moon Wheel King just now, I didn't see any power on him, as if he was just an ordinary middle-aged man.

But at this moment, he was standing there holding the knife, with a faint moonlight on his body, but he was indescribably elegant, as if he was a fairy who came from the sky and was not contaminated with the half-mortal atmosphere.

The faint moonlight flowed into the knife, making the black blade light up.

It's not dazzling, just a faint touch of moonlight, cold and gentle, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

hum!

The knives on almost everyone's bodies hummed softly, and there was a faint feeling of being unsheathed automatically.

Han Sen looked at the ghost tooth knife on his waist. Although it didn't make a knife sound, it also gave off a hint of hostility, which was rejection of the same kind.

The moonlight on the knife was getting colder and colder, and the knife was humming softly throughout the narrow month, as if it was welcoming the birth of another king.

The focus of Han Sen's attention is not the king-level knife, but the power injected into the knife by the Moon King.

The power of the Moon King is very pure. Unlike Isa's domineering, the power of the Moon King is very soft, making people feel no trace of hostility, and it is easy to be ignored.

Han Sen saw that kind of power, but he didn't dare to underestimate it, even vigilance from the bottom of his heart.

However, the reason why Han Sen paid attention to the power of the Moon Wheel King was not because of its strength, but because this power reminded Han Sen of the genetic technique "Moon Soul" that Yisha asked him to practice before. .

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