"Since you took it out and sold it, why don't you let me touch it?" Yi Xiaoyao frowned.

The thin black man sighed and said, "Young Master doesn't know anything. This sword is extremely evil. As long as you touch it, you will go crazy!"

The old man's words immediately attracted the attention of those passing by.

Several middle-aged people came over and began to question the old man's words.

"Old man, I said you are too mysterious, right?"

"That's it! I think this sword is a bit weird in color. Apart from that, it's no different from an ordinary long sword. How could it be that evil?"

The thin black and thin old man couldn't argue. Just when he didn't know how to explain, a big man snatched the long sword directly.

The next moment, the man shivered all over his body, bloodshot in his eyes, and he waved his sword to chop people!

"Kill! Kill! Blood! Blood!"

This storm made everyone around scare away.

Immediately afterwards, a nine-foot-tall, big guy with a strong body grabbed the man's shoulder and grabbed the long sword in his hand.

As soon as the sword left his hand, the big man's eyes returned to clear and retreated in fear.

But this man had just recovered, and the big guy who had snatched the long sword had a problem again, and he also waved his sword and shouted.

"Kill! Kill! Blood! Blood!"

The thin black man slapped his legs anxiously and complained: "I said that this sword is an evil thing, but you just don't believe it, it's all right now!"

At this moment, the big guy began to chop into the crowd, screaming for a while, and no one could stop this person.

Yi Xiaoyao was also surprised when he watched from the side. Although this sword was indeed extremely strange, he did not want to miss the sword that could cause the bloodline of the sword god.

At that moment, Yi Xiaoyao stepped out and caught up with the big guy.

The big guy was two or three times bigger than Yi Xiaoyao, and his eyes were blood-red and slashed at him.

Yi Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, and dark spiritual power gathered in his hand, and a palm knife cut it onto the big guy's wrist.

Although the big guy is strong and powerful, he is just an ordinary person. He is not an opponent of Yi Xiaoyao who already has spiritual cultivation.

The dark spiritual power wrapped around Yi Xiaoyao's palm, directly hitting the big wrist to get out of place, and the long sword came out of his hand.

Then he grabbed it with one hand and the sword fell into Yi Xiaoyao's hand.

Everyone cheered, then looked at Yi Xiaoyao nervously.

In the eyes of everyone, even the two strong men had already been attacked by the evil sword, and this young man probably had no good ending.

As soon as Yi Xiaoyao held the dark red sword, a desire full of bloodthirsty killing spread from his arm to his heart!

This desire is simply irresistible. No wonder the two strong men just now were so crazy that they wanted to kill people.

At this moment, the blood in Yi Xiaoyao's body stopped boiling, and a supreme aura instantly suppressed the desire for bloodthirsty killing!

At the same time, Yi Xiaoyao felt the dark red sword in his hand stop trembling, as if tamed, quietly held it in his hand, and there was no movement again.

This process occurs between lightning and flames.

The next moment, Yi Xiaoyao raised the sword in front of him with his eyes shining brightly, flicked the sword body with his left hand, and a crisp sword roar sounded, and a blood light flashed across the sword body that looked very ordinary and dull.

"good!"

"sharp!"

Everyone around them applauded and applauded. After all, the two strong men were far inferior to this young man. They could not only easily deal with the big guy, but also conquer the evil sword.

Yi Xiaoyao smiled at everyone and turned around and walked towards the thin black man.

"Old man, how much does this sword cost? I want it."

"Young Master, I'm really thanking you just now. If someone gets killed, I, the old man, will suffer too!"

The old man said gratefully: "So I gave this sword to the young master to express my gratitude!"

Yi Xiaoyao shook his head and smiled, "How can this work? Since you sold it, how can I make a free gift?"

As he said that, he took out a golden ticket and handed it to the thin old man in black.

The old man was shocked and hurriedly said, "Young Master, you have given too much money!"

Yi Xiaoyao smiled. Compared to the sword he got, what is that little money?

He wrapped his sword in black cloth, carried it on his back and turned around and left.

"I didn't expect that I actually got such a treasure outside the market this time. This trip is worth it!"

Yi Xiaoyao has already determined that the sword is a treasure, so he is in a good mood.

After returning to Tangjiabao, Tang Feng was already standing outside the house waiting for him.

Yi Xiaoyao quickly invited Tang Feng into the house.

"Uncle, are you here to give me sword skills and swords?"

"good."

Tang Feng took out three secret books and handed them over.

Yi Xiaoyao took the secret book and his eyes moved slightly.

"Uncle, you don't seem to be very happy?"

Tang Feng sighed: "I had an argument with Tang Long just now, and he also planned to borrow these three sword techniques for Tang Ruoxue to practice, so he had to temporarily copy a secret book."

"Tang Ruoxue also practices sword art?" Yi Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows.

"Well, it is said that the seventh-grade immortal soul inheritance obtained by this woman is the swordsmanship technique."

Tang Feng said, and said again: "Besides, the good sword in the arsenal was taken away by Tang Ruoxue first, so you have to buy another one."

Yi Xiaoyao smiled, it didn't matter.

"No need to worry, I have already obtained the sword of my heart."

"Oh? Let me see."

Yi Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment and handed the black cloth bag he was carrying to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng took apart the black cloth and his expression condensed.

"The sword body is rough and dark red, this is just an ordinary red iron sword."

Tang Feng took a look, then frowned and took out the dark red sword inside.

The next moment, Tang Feng's face changed drastically, as if he had received a red soldering iron, he threw the sword in horror!

"This! What kind of evil thing is this? It can actually affect my mind!"

Yi Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that Tang Feng's cultivation would be affected by this sword.

His eyes moved, he picked up the long sword on the ground, and held it in his hand without any problems.

"I don't care how evil this sword is, as long as I can control it."

Tang Feng looked at Yi Xiaoyao in surprise. He felt that the boy in front of him was full of mystery. Maybe in the battle in ten days, this boy could really create miracles!

After Tang Feng left, Yi Xiaoyao closed the door and prepared to practice.

He first took the dark red sword in his hand and looked at it carefully.

During the process, Yi Xiaoyao could vaguely feel the sword emitting a feeling of dissatisfaction in his hands.

"Are you not satisfied with me as your master?"

Yi Xiaoyao murmured to the long sword: "I have the bloodline of the sword god. What qualifications do you have to be dissatisfied?"

Suddenly, Yi Xiaoyao seemed to remember something.

He cut his fingers and dripped a drop of blood on the sword.

The next moment, the blood was instantly absorbed by the long sword.

Immediately afterwards, the originally rough and dark red sword body quickly emitted a strange blood-red color!

At this time, Changjian finally no longer had that kind of dissatisfaction, but was excited as if he was reborn.

"So, you are not dissatisfied with me, but are eager for blood?"

Yi Xiaoyao finally realized it.

This sword was born for blood!

"Since that's the case, I'll name you 'Blood'!"

A blood light flashed, and the bloody sword danced a sword flower in Yi Xiaoyao's hands.

Yi Xiaoyao held the sword in his right hand, picked up the three secret books with his left hand, and opened the first one.

"Flowing Sword!"

The bloody sword moves nimblely, which is the starting style of this sword technique.

The secret book in the left hand quickly turned the page under the control of spiritual power, and the bloody sword in the right hand danced with the pages.
To be continued...