"Take this as a stone to sharpen your edge!"

In Li Mo's eyes, Shen Nanqing and Hua Qiuzui followed the same path, using their bodies as swords.

However, Shen Nanqing in front of him was much more drunk than Hua Qiu that day.

"Thanks to all of you for enjoying the glory today and coming to the small courtyard, the flowers are shining brightly..."

With a whisper, Shen Nanqing silenced the entire courtyard. She instantly became the center of attention, shining brightly and outshining all the famous swords passed down from generation to generation.

"Miss Shen, you're welcome..." someone echoed.

"Today's grand gathering, meeting friends with swords, and with the full support of Zhengyi Bookstore...Nan Qing will naturally want everyone to return home satisfied..."

At this moment, Shen Nanqing changed the topic and suddenly raised his hand.

The next moment, two shirtless warriors carried an elevated structure forward, which was covered with a layer of black leather canvas, making it impossible to see what was hidden inside.

"Miss Shen, is there another surprise tonight?"

Suddenly, a burst of whispers resounded in the courtyard, and everyone was whispering to each other, thinking about what surprises were hidden under the black cloth, and how mysterious it was.

Shen Nanqing didn't say anything, and just looked at Mo Jinshu and smiled.

"What’s wrong with you?"

At this moment, Master Ji had a strange look on his face, and he could see that Li Mo beside him looked a little unnatural.

"Hidden there..."

Li Mo's eyes narrowed, and he felt a faint aura stirring the spiritual seedlings in his dantian.

Rumble…

The two shirtless warriors lowered the tower and stepped back respectfully.

"Ms. Shen, what is this? Stop showing off..." someone shouted.

Immediately, a burst of cheers rang out, as if they couldn't wait to see this unexpected surprise.

"Since we make friends with swords... naturally I have prepared a famous sword for everyone..."

As he spoke, Shen Nanqing walked to the elevated structure covered with black cloth. His cold eyes were full of meaning, and he unconsciously held the knife in his hand tighter.

"Nan Qing, just speak out..."

Mo Jinshu looked at the atmosphere that was getting hotter and hotter, couldn't help but smile slightly, and urged.

"Have you heard of it..."

"Crying at night!?" Shen Nanqing's lips slightly opened and she spit out a name.

The two simple words echoed in the quiet courtyard. Some people looked confused and looked left and right, while some people's expressions changed suddenly and showed solemn expressions.

"The demon sword cries at night!?"

"This knife once seriously injured Heijian...it took away his heart essence and blood, and almost killed him..."

"This is an ominous blade, and it's still in the world!?"

At this moment, waves of loud cheers rang out, and everyone's gaze on the elevated road changed instantly.

It once frightened the black sword with its sharp edge, and frightened ghosts and gods with its long cry at night.

The devil's sword cries at night and once had a fierce reputation.

Three hundred years ago, the young Heijian walked into the capital alone and worshiped at the Xuantian Pavilion.

At that time, his sharpness was unparalleled, surpassing the geniuses of his generation, and even the five major sects were bowed down by him.

Being so arrogant, so arrogant, so high-profile... will naturally attract criticism and lead to death.

The Night Cry of the Demon Sword came into being under this background.

Rumor has it that it was forged from the [Heiming Mountain] among the five mountain gates. It absorbed the hearts of demons, gathered their thoughts of resentment, melted the Xuan Yin evil energy, and forged it from the magic mines outside the sky.

As soon as this sword is completed, the demons and ghosts are frightened, and Xuan Xiu retreats.

Back then, a young prodigy from one of the Five Great Mountain Sects used this sword to sneak attack the Black Sword, severely injuring him and devouring the latter's heart essence and blood.

This was a major disaster in Heijian's life, and it almost cost him his life.

The black sword was resurrected against death and fled far away. The genius held Ye Cry in his hand and went to Luofu. He used the sword to suppress the mountain gate and killed him until rivers of blood flowed.

Later, the black sword broke through the barrier and came out, with the power of shocking the dragon and the nine-life black hair, which crushed the five corpses of the prodigy and separated them, and his head hung high at the gate of Luofu Mountain.

From then on, the Demon Sword Night Cry disappeared and never appeared in the world again.

"Unexpectedly, this knife reappeared in the world and fell into the hands of Miss Shen."

"The Night Screaming Demon Knife... this knife once drank the blood essence of the Black Sword..."

"I didn't expect to see the magic sword of the past tonight."

There were exclamations one after another, and Shen Nanqing's simple words pushed the atmosphere of the night to a climax.

"Tonight, I will choose a new master for Yewei Dao."

Shen Nanqing's control of the atmosphere was extremely perfect. As soon as he finished speaking, the shouts in the courtyard rose again.

She raised her jade hand gently, and the black cloth flew away. On the crystal elevated platform, a dark red long knife suddenly appeared. The blade moved invisibly, like the sky in the dark night. The blood was visible, and the killing was immeasurable.

Looking at the knife, everyone felt their eyes sting, as if their eyes were cut off by it.

"Magic Knife!"

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