Do things against each other and cause trouble to the martial arts world!

Killing is just a matter of placing the ground!

The man didn't kill him.

Instead, he would humiliate him in this way.

I didn't do anything to be sorry for Chen Qiu!

It really is a disaster that comes from heaven and makes people feel uncomfortable.

Tang Jiusheng lost all his soul and had already lacked some control over his emotions.

The more you think about it, the more you become angry.

Soon, the sound of falling and smashing things came from the hall.

The servants were so shocked that they did not dare to approach, so they could only let the master lose his temper.

Thirty breaths later, Tang Jiusheng sat back on the chair panting.

The Mingtang in front of me has been ruined.

His eyes fell on the table next to him.

There is a delicate wooden box.

It was a gift from a friend before, and it was said to be a rare sword.

I came from other places and specially gave it to Tang Jiusheng.

He also advised him not to be sad or discouraged.

What do you mean by God will eventually help those who are destined to do?

"God is really not open to his eyes!"

Tang Jiusheng grabbed the wooden box and gritted his teeth and said:

"If he really has eyes, why don't he drop a thunder and kill the unpredictable demon? "

"Bang"

The wooden box was opened.

A long sheathed sword is stored in it.

It is extremely simple and extraordinary, and the light shines in the hall, making the mottled sword even more quiet.

It seemed as if the anger in my heart was relieved when I saw it.

It's really a spiritual thing.

Even if you don't hold it, you can feel the elegant meaning in the sword.

Although Tang Jiusheng was abandoned due to the fall of autumn, his martial arts skills were abandoned.

But I love swords all my life and I am also a person who understands swords.

Seeing that this sword is so good, I feel a little bit of love in my heart.

He wanted to smash the gift to the ground.

This will put it on the table properly.

He reached out his hand and picked up the sword.

Holding it in your hands is a little heavy.

This made Tang Jiusheng sigh again, hold the hilt of the sword, and pull out the sword with a blink of an eye.

The cold blade rustled into my eyes, with a touch of white halo.

The sword body is like a piece of bright jade, and the figures shine clearly.

"Good sword!"

Tang Jiusheng couldn't help but exclaim.

I was thinking in my heart.

Where did my friend get such a famous sword when he doesn't go around the world?

Unfortunately, I can no longer use this good sword.

If it were the day when the demon Chen Qiu was pulled into the demonic fantasy realm.

With this famous blade in your hand, I will not end up like this now.

His heart was full of worries and resentment.

Draw the good sword out of its scabbard and put it on your knees.

He rubbed the cold sword body with his fingers and stayed the moment his fingers touched the blade.

Tang Jiusheng suddenly blinked.

He looked around in confusion.

I don't know if it's an illusion?

I seemed to hear someone talking just now.

But he was obviously the only one in the hall.

"You hate him."

The ethereal sound rang again.

This time Tang Jiusheng heard it clearly.

He suddenly stood up and looked around. There was clearly no one else in the hall.

Where does this sound come from?

"You want to take revenge, you want to regain your strength, and replenish your soul

I can help you.”

The voice continued:

“No need to worry, no need to resist.

With my heart, I have the spiritual charm of the sword.

Now that I see the light of heaven again, I will meet a sword lover.

I can't bear to see you suffer this disaster.

If you believe me.

Let me help you.”

Tang Jiusheng's eyes fell on the sword in his hand the next moment.

His eyes were full of suspicion.

After practicing martial arts to his level, he naturally knows a lot about secrets in the world.

He knew that all the famous weapons in the world were spiritual things.

I have also heard some rumors.

For example, a warrior has learned peerless martial arts from his own blade.

Isn’t there a rhyme of the dragon among the Buddha’s stick?

He participated in the Battle of Jinling and naturally knew this secret.

"How do you help me?"

Tang Jiusheng stroked the sword in his hand and asked tentatively.

“Haha, simple.”

The spiritual object in the sword seemed to make a sound from the bottom of his heart.

He responded:

"You lack a soul and a spirit.

I will help you repair the incompleteness with the residual spirit.

Your body and bones are thrown in, and it is not damaged.

As long as the soul is replenished, the martial arts are rebuilt.

It can be restored to its fullest within a few months.

I also have a peerless swordsmanship with you.

With your talent, after learning it.

It’s just a blink of an eye to seek revenge on the demon.”
To be continued...