"Weapons...can actually talk?"

Seeing the scene of a lot of weapons and demons dancing in front of her, Misha also murmured subconsciously.

However, what she didn't expect was that even though she had spoken very quietly, these weapons still pointed their sword tips at her. Yes, although they had no facial features, Misha could still feel that these weapons

He seems to be staring at himself.

"I said girl."

Soon, a shit-brown giant sword spoke: "Choose me, the horror of the sewer... let these Kallet bastards experience it."

"you……"

Misha subconsciously glanced at this giant sword with shit on its blade.

Yes, it is shit. After all, this sword was originally made by Fang Mo using shit ingots and pig iron, and it was also enhanced with shit, meteorites, and hot spring machines.

Of course, this sword did not lie. It is indeed a very terrifying weapon. It is not just as simple as cutting people with feces on the blade. The triple enhancement of meteorites, hot spring machines, and feces allows this weapon to be used alone.

It will destroy the entire civilization.

This is the value of this sword. No matter how beautiful the environment of your planet is, once this thing is inserted into the ground, it will become a sea of ​​excrement.

A true sewer rage.

And the most outrageous thing is... this sword can even be used to eat.

Well, this does not mean eating the blade, but eating the handle. After all, the characteristic of the craftsman's soul pig iron is that it is delicious, and the effect is that it can be eaten, and the durability will be consumed to restore the hunger value.

"Come on, come on."

Seeing that Misha was observing her, the shit sword here urged again: "I can't help but want to see the enemy running away in embarrassment! Wow haha!"

"Oh, Mr. Shi, please shut up."

However, at this moment, Ma Yuling, who was standing next to her, spoke: "Although Fatty is just a manhole cover, she is still a cute girl. It's too disgusting for you to let her play with shit... You think so?"

Everyone has the same taste as our master?"

"???"

Fang Mo, who was watching the show next to him, suddenly lost his joy.

"You two are almost done." But soon, Levadin, the Demonic Sword of Fire, couldn't stand it anymore and said impatiently: "Please calm down for a while."

And after saying this.

Levatin slowly floated towards Misha.

"Well……"

Seeing the Demonic Flame Sword floating toward her, Misha took two steps back and subconsciously covered her chest with both hands.

Yes, she has not forgotten that she was deceived by Held in Nosmar, and then she confronted Fang Mo. As a result, she was stabbed to the core by the opponent, and the weapon the opponent was holding at the time was

, it is this scorching Levatin.

Now Misha just looked at it.

I felt like my internal organs were burning with pain.

"I penetrated you, right?"

But what Misha didn't expect was that after Levadin stared at her for a while, he suddenly spoke: "Don't worry, I will be responsible."

"???"

After hearing this, Misha froze on the spot.

In fact, not only her, but everyone else present was also confused by his words.

"It has to be me, Mr. Lai. This Demonic Sword of Flame is well-deserved." At this moment, Ma Yuling couldn't help but complain: "You are a charlatan, just open your mouth and give it to us."

The CPU is dry."

"Some worlds are destined to burn."

However, Levatin ignored the other party at all and spoke to Misha again: "Come, choose me. Flame is the most beautiful light to purify corruption."

"Uh...this..."

After hearing this, Misha not only did not step forward to hold the other party, but also subconsciously took a step back.

Yes, she has realized it now. Although these artifacts in front of her look very powerful, they always feel that they are not very serious, and their personalities are not right. There is always a feeling that if you choose the wrong one, you will be doomed.

And that's when.

Misha suddenly thought of the reminder she had just summoned the Jade Emperor.

Subconsciously, she turned her head and glanced at the other person. At this moment, Summoning the Jade Emperor was still nervously hiding behind Borodin's thigh, so Misha quickly looked at the other person with a pleading look.

Of course the meaning is very simple.

It's probably about which one you should choose.

"Well……"

Summoning the Jade Emperor, of course, also noticed Misha's request for help. He pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, and then started to speak: "If it doesn't work, just choose the purple sword. Although it talks a lot of rubbish, it seems to be powerful.

The weakest."

"What did you say!?"

However, as soon as the words were spoken, Ma Yuling suddenly became unhappy.

"Hahahaha! Has the FW knife been hammered down by someone?"

But unlike Mayuling's cleaver, other weapons couldn't help but laugh, especially the Shit Sword, which laughed the most. For a while, the whole Ghent was filled with happy air.

"You... you..."

Ma Yuling's cleaver here was also very angry when he saw this: "It's a special code, I'm not going to play with it anymore!"

Speaking of this, Ma Yuling's chopping knife flew directly towards Fang Mo. It was obvious that she no longer planned to compete for the spot, and it fell into Fang Mo's hands obediently.

"Hey, our boss is the best."

After flying back, Ma Yuling couldn't help but sigh.

"You just said that I have strong taste." Fang Mo glanced at the purple sword in his hand and said calmly.

"Ahem...Master, you misunderstood me."

Mayuling's chopper trembled slightly, and she hurriedly explained: "What I mean is, look at these two-dimensional beautiful girls, they don't know how to shit. It's not real at all, it's too fake. Even though you have strong taste, Master

, but you are real, I like to be as real as you, Master..."

"I don't know how to poop either."

Fang Mo said without changing his expression.

"I understand." Ma Yuling immediately changed her words flexibly: "Master, you are a beautiful girl in the second dimension. No wonder my sister-in-law thought last night..."

"Okay, stop talking."

Fang Mo stuffed the Mayuling cleaver back into the storage space with an almost grim expression.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hahaha, Brother Dao is as stable as ever!" Seeing that Ma Yuling's chopping knife was deflated, the shit sword here laughed again, but because he laughed too much

It was so exaggerated that the saliva almost fell to the ground next to it.

"..."

Ma Lin and Ding Ze looked at each other and silently took a few steps back.

"Okay, girl."

Fang Mo didn't care about these details, but directly urged Misha: "Hurry up and choose, I have something else to do."

"this……"

Hearing Fang Mo's urging.

Misha became even more nervous.

Summoning the Jade Emperor originally reminded him to choose the purple sword, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually give up his choice. Now he is in trouble.

Misha subconsciously glanced at the weapons around her. To be honest, she didn't want to choose the giant sword that spit out shit. Of course, she didn't want to choose Levadin who had stabbed her before. But as for the rest of the

Three swords... Summoning the Jade Emperor seems to say that you must never choose the silent one.

"Um?"

However, seemingly guessing what Misha was thinking, Clausolas, the sword of light here, suddenly took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "Girl, do you believe in light?"

"What?"

Misha was slightly startled when she heard this.

"Girl, may the Holy Light protect you, Amen." Clausolas said gently: "Don't be confused, please believe in your inner choice."

"Inner...choice?"

Misha started to think thoughtfully when she heard this. First of all, she couldn't choose between the Shit Sword and the Fire Sword... and then she couldn't choose the sword that didn't speak. Then the sword in front of her happened to speak, so why not just choose it?
To be continued...