"Don't you want to be stuck here forever, don't want to leave, don't want to show off your talents again?"

Xiao Chen stopped his smile and asked.

"Think about how powerful you were back then. When the Xuanyuan Sword came out, who could compete with you? But now, you can only be suppressed here, and even the sword was cut off... Oh, by the way, you don't want to take revenge either.

?”

Swish swish swish.

After Xiao Chen finished speaking, the sword soul seemed to be stimulated and stabbed randomly again.

"Xiaojian, as long as you cooperate with me, I can let you go and find a way to repair your sword body, how about it?"

Xiao Chen said again.

"Not only will I help you find the other half of the sword, I will also repair you and restore you to your peak condition..."

Swish.

The sword soul was suspended again, motionless.

Xiao Chen was overjoyed. Did he find its weakness?

"Xiao Jian, think about it, you and I have no grievances, right? To be honest, I am still kind to you! If it weren't for me, you would still be in the Sword Mountain of the Dragon King's Secret Realm, maybe

It will never appear in this world for eternity."

Xiao Chen's tone slowed down and he started to fool around.

"I am the Chosen Son, and I have received the second of the three emperors' inheritances. Now only the inheritance of Emperor Xuanyuan is left... Think about it again, I met you, and now I have obtained the Broken Sword. But is this God's will?"

The sword soul within the light flickered on and off without any movement.

However, Xiao Chen had a feeling that this thing... seemed to be looking at him.

"Xiao Jian, I am the chosen son who is destined to be inherited by the Three Emperors. In other words, I am the successor chosen by Emperor Xuanyuan..."

Xiao Chen continued to cheat.

"Since he chose me as his successor, he must inherit everything that belongs to him, including you and the Xuanyuan Sword... Do you want to go against Emperor Xuanyuan's wishes?"

The sword soul trembled slightly and flashed brightly.

When Xiao Chen saw this, he felt happy. Did these words have any effect?

It seems that the sword spirit is very loyal to Emperor Xuanyuan, otherwise he would not have reacted like this.

"Xiao Jian, we have never had a good chat. How about we have a good chat today?"

Xiao Chen said, holding the broken sword and sitting cross-legged in front of the light shield.

"Let me tell you how I got the Xuanyuan Sword and how I was selected as its inheritor by Emperor Xuanyuan... His old man is very satisfied with me."

In the distance, the golden pattern on the Xuanyuan knife flashed. If it weren't for some kind of terrifying pressure, it would have flown up and struck Xiao Chen with a knife. Let's see how thick-skinned he is!

No, this is no longer a matter of being thick-skinned, it is shameless!

Even more shameless than that bitch Xuanyuan!

"That's right. In fact, we should have talked about it a long time ago... You can't have a prejudice against me just because of the Xuanyuan Sword, right?"

Xiao Chen stroked the broken sword and said with a smile.

"After all, the sword was left to me by Emperor Xuanyuan, so I have to accept it, right? It is what it is, and I am who I am. You can't measure my character by its character, no, dragon character."

Buzzing…

The Xuanyuan Sword trembled, and it couldn't bear it anymore. It wanted to use this terrifying pressure to give Xiao Chen a blow.

Hearing the noise, Xiao Chen turned his head and glanced, but was not worried.

"Boss Fuxi, this is your territory..."

Following Xiao Chen's soft words, the trembling Xuanyuan knife stopped moving.

"hehe."

Xiao Chen smiled, looked away, and continued to fool the sword soul.

"Back on Xuanyuan Mountain, Emperor Xuanyuan left the Xuanyuan Sword and left a message to his inheritors..."

The sword soul became quieter and quieter, and even its 'breathing' slowed down.

"Xiao Jian, I am the inheritor selected by Emperor Xuanyuan, and I am also the inheritor of the Three Emperors... Based on this, there is no need to question my character, right?"

Xiao Chen said seriously after talking nonsense for a while.

"If I don't get Emperor Xuanyuan's inheritance, and once his inheritance falls into the hands of others, it will definitely cause a bloody storm... At that time, all his hard work will be in vain! And you,

It is impossible to return to the peak again, and will always exist in the state of sword soul."

The sword soul shook slightly, as if Xiao Chen's words made it difficult to calm down.

"Little sword, a peerless magic weapon forged by Emperor Xuanyuan, the Xuanyuan sword will become stronger and stronger, but you will become weaker and weaker... By then, there will only be legends about the sword left in the world, waiting for thousands of years to come.

, no one in the world knows about the 'Xuanyuan Sword' anymore, can you accept this?"

Xiao Chen said again.

"Obviously you are the magic weapon that Emperor Xuanyuan likes, the magic weapon that he always carries with him..."

Although Xiao Chen doesn't understand Xuanyuan Sword, he understands women.

Woman, can you bear this?

I definitely can't stand it.

Swish.
Chapter completed!