The inscription patterns became brighter and brighter, and they were simply a metal that had been tempered. Just as the sword spirit inscription patterns were about to climb onto Zhu Minglang's arms and chest, the sword spirit dragon seemed to notice something, and hurriedly swung the sword body and pulled his body out of Zhu Minglang's arm!

With this pull, the inscription on Zhu Minglang's arm immediately faded away, and Zhu Minglang, who was steaming all over his body, seemed to walk out of the stove, sweating profusely and his skin was red.

"For the time being, only this arm can withstand the power of these thousands of inscription sword souls."

"It seems that even if my blood makes you a sword spirit, we need more coordination."

Zhu Minglang took a few breaths and said to the sword spirit dragon.

The sword spirit dragon's bright red and straight sword body was suspended beside Zhu Minglang, and its sword-like tail was swinging lightly.

Run-in is just a matter of time. It is already very happy to be able to wait until the person who transforms himself into a sword spirit.

Moreover, if you sign a spiritual contract with Zhu Minglang, it can leave the Qi Jian Forest and see the sharpness again.

It is the incarnation spirit of all abandoned swords. If the sword has a soul, it must be unwilling to rust in this forest, eroded by time, and rot bit by bit.

"Swish~~"

"Swish~~~~~"

The sword spirit dragon kept flying around Zhu Minglang. Even if it had no wings, it looked like a small metal slender flying dragon.

However, its speed is too fast, and it is probably no different from teleportation in the eyes of others.

"I remember the sword that I had been with me for the longest time was named Moye."

"Sword Spirit Dragon... just call you Mo Xie."

The sword spirit dragon stopped and hung in front of Zhu Minglang. Its bright red sword body reflected Zhu Minglang's face.

"call out!"

It disappeared instantly.

Fly into Zhu Minglang's spiritual realm.
Chapter completed!