The fierce tiger stretched out his finger and signaled Lin Yun to drip blood on the funeral flower sword.

Lin Yun did as he was told and dripped the blood on it, and the crystal blood beads slid down the sword like raindrops.

When the blood drips on the place where the rose and the sword rely, it quietly spreads out, perfectly connecting the flower and the sword.

The flower was trembling all over, feeling extremely happy and swaying endlessly.

Whoops!

In an instant, countless blood-colored petals floated up from it, flying all over the sky.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand, picked one and put it in the palm of his hand.

The fragrance of the flowers fills your nose, but in the blink of an eye, the petals disappear before your eyes like mist.

The flowers are not flowers, the mist is not mist, as I smell it, it is like a dream.

Looking closely, he saw that the blood rose was merging with the Flower Burial Sword bit by bit.

After a while, they were completely blended together, independent from the world, and boundless in style. The blood rose, the king of flowers, disappeared.

But I smell the fragrance of the flowers, but I don’t hear the names of the flowers.

Lin Yun stepped forward and drew the sword. He saw that the texture of the sword body had a delicate line of blood. The sword body was radiant, light and clear, like divine iron, and the blade was extremely sharp.

The appearance has changed greatly, and the natural texture has many changes.

He held the sword in his hand and his expression changed slightly. The quality of this sword actually reached the level of a super-grade mysterious weapon. It was as sharp as a treasure!

Holding the hilt of the sword tightly, I felt as if my blood vessels were connected, and the blood in my body seemed to be boiling.

The purple iris flower quietly opened, and its true energy was poured into the sword body.

boom!

The sword's body was gleaming with brilliance, and the sword's intention was ringing endlessly. Countless blood-colored rose petals scattered out like a dream and danced all over the sky.

"It's not a treasure, but it's better than a treasure."

Lin Yun held the flower-burial sword in his hand, and could not hide the excitement in his eyes. He was so excited.

Now, the quality of this funeral flower sword is that of a middle-grade mysterious weapon, and it has become an existence comparable to a treasure.

With this magical weapon, my sword skills can be doubled in power!

He was dancing with a sword among the petals all over the sky. Under the petals of blood-red roses, his figure was blurred, and it actually gave rise to a feeling of ambiguity.

It gives people a dream-like feeling that is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

After a long time, Lin Yun finally chuckled and put the sword back into its sheath.

call out!

The petals flying all over the sky were gone and disappeared in an instant.

As if, everything just now was really like a dream.

"What a sword!"

Lin Yun was overjoyed and quickly thanked the golden tiger, if it hadn't woken him up.

I don't know how to use the Burial Flower Sword to devour this blood rose.

The golden tiger looked calm, pointed at Lin Yun, and then pointed at the depths of the valley.

"You want me to come with you?"

The tiger nodded slightly, then moved its huge body and walked forward.
Chapter completed!