The dragon bone channels the spirit into the demonic sword, and the red flames marvel at the enchantment.

Li Mo's sword is made from the bones of a dragon. It is born from swallowing fire. It can communicate with the spirit freely and correspond to Li Mo's thoughts.

As soon as Mo Qiuchan's blade came out, the red dragon sensed it and turned into a rainbow. The blade was furious, and the terrifying edge caused the short sword to break and sink into the sand.

"Demon Sword... Demon Sword..."

Mo Qiuchan looked at the knife in Li Mo's hand, her beautiful eyes narrowed with deep fear, and her beautiful face no longer looked relaxed and dismissive.

"Now you know whether he is qualified to enter this Daolu."

Hua Qiuzui's expression was indifferent, but when she looked at the knife in Li Mo's hand, it was also full of brilliance.

"This is the weapon's refining blade...it is born with a ferocious nature, and it will never turn back..."

Mo Qiuchan stared at the [Red Flame Sword], and with just one glance, she could see the origin of this sword.

In the eyes of people like them, knives are like people, with thousands of blades and different personalities.

Like the knife in Li Mo's hand, he is naturally vicious, aloof and arrogant.

Although he has been in Luo Jingkuang's hands for many years, he has never regarded him as his master. He only used him to continuously swallow other blades and turn them into his own use.

However, once he recognized Li Mo and was surrendered by him, he was loyal to him and even despised his body that had been touched by others before as being too dirty. He would rather cut himself off and rebuild himself to create a new edge.

This kind of person... no... this kind of knife is cruel enough to others, but even more cruel to himself.

If the sword is regarded as a woman, the Red Dragon Sword is a chaste and martyrdom woman who can erect ten chastity arches. Even the man with the golden tongue cannot capture her will, the holy hand of lightning cannot change her heart, and the king with the golden spear and silver cannot break her body.

.

Such a demonic character is rare among swordsmen.

"Since ancient times, demon swords have been ominous and have always controlled people's hearts..." Mo Qiuchan said in a condensing voice: "Auntie, this sword is really not suitable to be left in his hands."

As she spoke, Mo Qiuchan suddenly opened the yellow satin sling on her back. The scabbard made of blue animal skin held a nine-inch dagger.

"Qiu Chan..." Hua Qiuzui frowned slightly.

She knew very well that from Mo Qiuchan's point of view, it was impossible to remain indifferent when seeing the demon sword.

At this moment, her thoughts were moved, like a sword drawn out of its sheath, moving forward without any room for turning back.

"This knife will drag you into the abyss."

Mo Qiuchan's whole body was filled with energy, and his thoughts almost became a thread.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was no other thought in her mind, and her energy and spirit were all connected.

At this moment, only the blade was unsheathed. Compared to the short sword just now, which was as fast and fierce as lightning, this sword was majestic and overwhelming.

In a daze, Li Mo saw the shadows of swords attacking and killing people all over the sky, like the yellow sand of the desert, covering up the sun and moon, leaving no way to escape.

"Knives... are always just tools. Don't add too many dramas to them."

Li Mo whispered, he held the Red Dragon Sword tightly in his hand and waved it gently.

Rumble…

Red flames soared into the sky, exploding like fire, and the terrifying sword energy directly twisted and engulfed the sword shadows all over the sky.

In a trance, Mo Qiuchan's suddenly narrowed vision seemed to see the phantom of a dragon being pinched by the throat by the majestic figure. Its scales were obedient and surrendered as mud. It could only use its fangs and claws.

Contribute and become the blade that drives it.

"The surrendered demon sword..."

Mo Qiuchan's face trembled, and her shocked eyes moved to Li Mo who was standing still.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that what really frightened her was not the knife, but people.

This man suppressed the demon sword and was far superior to him.

"Control the sword..."

The knife in Mo Qiuchan's hand shattered again, and in the scattered silver light, her thoughts seemed to have returned to the day when she was awarded the [Autumn Water Sword].

"Xiao Qiuchan, this sword is forged with [Qihan Iron] and tempered with [Seven Waves of Cold Cold Pill]. The autumn water is as green as blue, which is extremely precious."

The old man was naked, his withered body full of strength. He sat by the stove and handed the autumn water knife to the young Mo Qiuchan.

"I will definitely not disgrace it." Mo Qiuchan held the first sword in her arms, her mind racing, imagining that one day, she would enter the supreme sacred hall of the [Sword God Guild] and have her own stone statue

Stay there permanently.

"Xiao Qiuchan, it's too early for you. If you are just entering the threshold, you need to know that there are three realms for sword refiners."

"Which third level?"

"Know the sword, understand the root, and master the many changes in the blade."

"When the sword is completed and the sword technique is improved, the blade becomes like a part of the body."

"When the sword is combined, the man and the sword are united, without distinguishing each other. There is only one thought in killing."

Having said this, the old man paused slightly and said, "If you can reach the state of [Combining Swords] before the age of twenty-five, you will hopefully become a star in the guild.

"Grandpa, is the combined sword the most powerful?"

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if the light of a knife suddenly appeared, and he immediately shook his head.

"There is another realm above the combined sword, which is called controlling the sword."

"People are kings, and swords are ministers. With the king controlling his ministers, he is domineering, even if the country is overturned, it can be repeated. This state cannot be achieved through hard work. Some people are born like this, so you can't force it."

The old man's words echoed in Mo Qiuchan's mind like an echo, and the pictures of the past gradually shattered among the scattered blades.

"To control your ministers with a king, to be domineering...this is to control the sword."

Mo Qiuchan murmured softly and slammed her whole body into the wall. The smoke and dust stirred up scattered and quickly engulfed her figure.

"Senior sister, you see... it has nothing to do with me, she bumped into her herself... God has a good heart." Li Mo declared his mercy and cleared the relationship immediately.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he stood here without moving.

He was born with compassion and his heart yearned for peace, but there were always people hurt and killed because of him. It was really unfair in the world.

"..."

Hua Qiuzui curled her lips, said nothing, turned around and stepped forward.

At this moment, Mo Qiuchan staggered out of the smoke and dust. Her dress was almost torn to pieces by the newly broken blade. Only the unbroken belt hung, and her dazzling white skin was clearly visible. Her greatness

My heart is ready to come out.

"You are so young, so scary." Li Mo took a deep breath and took two steps closer.

Hua Qiuzui dodged and arrived in front of Mo Qiuchan. She raised her hand and pulled down the curtain and wrapped it around the latter's body, blocking the sudden spring light.

"What a pity...the curtain..." Li Mo curled his lips.

"Okay, let's call it a day." Hua Qiu drunkenly said in Mo Qiuchan's ear.

The reason why she didn't stop Li Mo from taking action was because she wanted to frustrate Mo Qiuchan's temper, suppress her sharp edge, and let her know what it means that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world.

"Little girl, can I go in now?" Li Mo said with a grin, holding the Red Dragon Sword.

Mo Qiuchan was silent. Suddenly, she raised her right hand suddenly, cold light flashed, and scarlet blood spurted out.

She just hummed, and the three fingers of her left hand broke off and fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

Li Mo was dumbfounded by this scene, and immediately froze on the spot, somewhat confused about the situation.

"You...what are you doing?"

"I was blind and underestimated the world's masters... This is my punishment... and also my apology to you!"

As she spoke, Mo Qiuchan gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain, picked up the three severed fingers that fell on the ground, turned around and left.

"this……"

Li Mo stared blankly at Mo Qiuchan's retreating figure, his face filled with astonishment.

"Is she... not in her right mind?"

Li Mo couldn't help but look at Hua Qiuzui next to him and cast a questioning look at him.

"This is a lesson she taught herself." Hua Qiuzui said calmly: "Don't worry... As long as it doesn't take more than a day, someone can pick her up."

"I'm so worried!"

Li Mo secretly cursed in his heart, "I want you to make some practical apology. What's the point of self-mutilation? You can't boil two ounces of soup with three fingers."

"Come on, let me show you my sword house."

As she spoke, Hua Qiuzui took Li Mo and walked straight in.

The empty backyard was filled with broken blades, so densely packed that it made people's scalp numb, and the cold light dazzled their eyes.

"These are all broken swords...the soul of the sword has passed away, and the remaining swords remain in the grave." Hua Qiuzui said calmly.

"How many hands have been broken in this exercise?" Li Mo glanced at them and couldn't count them at all.

"Refining a sword is like practicing cultivation."
To be continued...