Chapter 5674 Famous Sword

It turned out to be a cultivator from the Western Regions who rushed forward after being signaled by the Western Master's eyes.

This cultivator from the Western Regions is very tall, his arms are raised high, and his hands are also very generous.

It seems that the power is bursting out, and it is extremely stalwart.

Qiao Mu glanced at him, and taunted lightly, "Master Xixi, you saw it. Your family's cultivators have jumped out to try again."

"No, if you hang up again this time, don't come to us again." Fu San answered with a smile, waved his hand and said, "Actually, if you don't have that strength, it's best not to take that plate."

"After all, there is only one human life, and if you lose it, you really lose it."

The cultivator from the Western Regions glared at him, and said in a cold voice, "Don't worry. I won't lose!"

"I've never lost in my life."

The man had a very confident expression. He took a few steps forward, stretched out his hands, took a deep breath, and suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword and lifted it vigorously.

"Chi Chi Chi." There was a burst of burning sensation from the hilt of the sword, which made him slightly stiff.

"Chi Chi." The scorching hot feeling rose again, as if it was rushing towards his arm.

The man frightened for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to shrink his hands and let go.

Nai He's hands were firmly attached to the hilt of the sword, and he couldn't let go of it at all.

Duanyue's eyes moved slightly, and she muttered to herself, "Yunxiao? How is it possible, this should be a blood sword?"

When everyone heard what he said, they were all shocked as if they had been struck by lightning.

The southern master suddenly realized, and exclaimed, "Yes, yes, yes, it's the blood sword, it should be the blood sword."

Three thousand years ago, if there was such a sword that was passed down through the ages and became famous, it was probably only this frightening blood sword.

It's just that everyone only regards it as a legend, and never associates it with it.

Furthermore, the word Yunxiao is engraved on the stele, who would know that this cheating sword is actually a blood sword.

Look at it sucking blood and sucking so much joy. This is really a veritable, bloodthirsty sword.

As soon as he spoke, the Western Region cultivator in front of him had already been sucked out of most of his blood by the blood sword. At this moment, he was smashed to the ground like a dry bone.

The originally stalwart and tall figure now seemed to be covered with a layer of skin on a handful of dry bones.

Frighteningly thin.

Everyone was terrified and took several steps backwards.

horrible!

If this is the case, then this sword is equivalent to the sword that came to claim life in hell.

Whoever takes it is hot.

Who wants who will die.

Western Master and his party finally learned how to be obedient, and took a few steps back again and again.

Baby Mo blinked his eyes, "What are they doing?"

Qiao Mu's expression didn't fluctuate, "They're afraid of this sword."

"There is nothing to be afraid of, this sword is so beautiful, I like it very much."

"Pretty is pretty, but it can hurt."

"How is it possible? It's very good, mother, if you don't believe me, I'll show it to you." Baby Mo jumped forward a few steps and ran to the stone tablet.

The Nanfang master put out his hand to cover his mouth pretending to be terrified, and said in a sharp voice, "Child, that is not a fun toy. It is a bloody sword that kills people, and you can't pick it up."

"That's right, kid, the two adults in front died on the spot one after another. Don't you want to follow in their footsteps?"

Mo Baobao turned his head to look at the crowd shouting at him from the air, "Don't talk nonsense."

"How could I be hurt by it, it's very good."