Chapter 210: I borrowed a blood-transforming knife

"You fought with Elder Liu Peng? Hehe, although you have fought, they are not fighting each other's life and death. Elder Liu Peng was stopped by me before he even used even more powerful means. Otherwise, would you think you could live to this day?"

Yi Chu smiled and didn't say anything, although he was very conceited. As his cultivation deepened, he realized more and more how terrible a master of Jindan was. That time he fought with Liu Peng, he was really lucky. If Liu Peng was asked to sacrifice the golden dan, he would probably be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

"In addition to Ling Shaotu, Wang Jun from the Demon Sword Sect, you should also pay attention to this person. This person is a genius who entered the Tao with swords. He was originally just a martial artist in the martial arts world. He was relied on his extraordinary understanding of swordsmanship and was accepted as a closed disciple by Jian Moyue Qianbai, the head of the Demon Sword Sect. It is said that in order to transform his true power into sword energy, he once practiced swords hard for three years in the place where thousands of swords reincarnation in the Demon Sword Sect. Now it is hard to speculate on how much his cultivation has reached."

Taoist Feixuan sighed and listed Yi Chu the situation of several particularly outstanding disciples. Among these disciples, Yi Chu was surprised to hear the name of Senior Sister Liu Piaohong, and this name was even linked to the disciples who were most likely to take over as the sect leader of the Goddess Sect.

Yi Chu remembered every word that Taoist Feixuan said carefully. Although he had enough confidence in himself, he still understood the truth that there were people outside of others and there was heaven. Be careful to sail the ship for thousands of years! Yi Chu silently said in his heart.

After Taoist Feixuan talked a lot, he waved his hand to signal Yi Chu to leave. However, as soon as he raised his arm, he seemed to think of something, and waved to Yi Chu and called him back. Taoist Feixuan took out an ancient knife half a foot long and three inches wide from his sleeve.

Although the knife is small, the ancient and extremely simple patterns on the knife seem to contain infinite magic power. The blood red of the upper and lower parts is even more implicated in the murderous intent. Although this is a small knife, in Yi Chu's eyes, it looks like a prehistoric beast, bursting with brutal murderous intent.

Taoist Feixuan flipped the knife, and the expression on his face kept changing. Yi Chu stood beside Taoist Feixuan without saying a word, and secretly guessed in his heart what Taoist Feixuan meant, and of course he would not speak rashly.

"This knife is called the Blood-Changing Sword. It is one of the thirteen Blood-Changing Swords that the ancestors sacrificed and used footprints after sacrificing the Blood-Changing Sword. Although it is not as good as the Blood-Changing Sword, it is also a top-level magic weapon in the yellow-level magic weapon. This battle is of great importance, so I will lend it to you for the time being. If you can enter Guangyanbefu, then this Blood-Changing Sword is yours!"

As Taoist Feixuan spoke, he handed the blood-transforming sword to Yi Chu. Yi Chu did not refuse. When he reached out his hand respectfully, he felt a huge blood energy rushing out of the blood-transforming sword. A bloody aura that was ten times stronger than the blood demon pool came towards him.

The moment the blood-transforming sword fell into Yi Chu's hand, there was a tremor of vibration, as if it could break out of the air at any time. Feeling the blood-transforming sword, Yi Chu's heart was filled with restlessness, and a surge of murderous intent rushed out with the blood-transforming sword.

What a fierce and powerful blood-killing weapon!

Just as Yi Chu was circulating his magic power to suppress the Blood-Changing Sword, he heard Taoist Feixuan continue to say: "The thirteen Blood-Changing Swords are originally one, and they can be compared with the earth-level middle-grade magic weapons under the command of the envoy. Unfortunately, from the establishment of the sect to the present, the Blood-Changing Sword has been lost one after another. In my generation, there are only three blood-Changing Swords left in our Blood-Changing Sect."

Only three left? What did these prodigal sons eat? They actually lost so much! Yi Chu used his skills to suppress the blood-transforming knife while secretly whispering to himself.

After a few words of emotion, Taoist Feixuan passed on the method of using the Blood-Changing Sword to Yi Chu. According to Taoist Feixuan's teachings, Yi Chu's fingers were used to move, and each magic trick was constantly hitting the Blood-Changing Sword.

The constantly trembling blood-transforming knife slowly calmed down, but Yi Chu could not feel the blood-transforming knife connected to his heart veins at all. He knew in his heart that this was because Taoist Feixuan only passed on to him the method of use, and he secretly complained to him for a stingy!

After putting away the blood-transforming knife, Yi Chu left Taoist Feixuan's room and returned to his quiet room. However, outside his quiet room, there were a few people waiting.

Hua Xinzi was not surprised. Among these people, most of the others were true disciples who came out of the Blood Demon Pool. They were surprised that Yi Chu could persevere from the Earth-Split Demon Sound. However, after being shocked, they rushed over and joked.

Of course, Yi Chu knew that he was still shallow in the Blood Transformation Sect at the moment. Although he wanted to comprehend the Blood Transformation Sword, he could not do whatever he wanted and offend all his fellow disciples. Since these people were determined to move closer to him, he became more and more focused and talked with Hua Xinzi and others.

Fortunately, Hua Xinzi and others were also very sensible. After half an hour of chatting, they left one after another. After Yi Chu and his friends left, they used magic to seal their cave, and then closed their eyes and practiced their true energy.

The next morning, Yi Chu and other disciples came back to the Ten Thousand Demons Seal Temple under the leadership of Taoist Feixuan. This time they came neither early nor late. In the Ten Thousand Demons Seal Temple, there were only two sects of the Yinhun Sect and the Goddess Sect.

Behind the Soul-Carrying Scholar was a young man with a cold face. A folding fan in his hand opened and closed, ghost heads of different sizes kept jumping on his fan, giving people a feeling of ghostly aura. As soon as Yi Chu came in, he stared at Yi Chu tightly, with a look of slaughter on his face.

Taoist Feixuan and Yao Ji were politely speaking, and then sat down at their own position. Yi Chu's status was already rising at this time. As the only person in the Blood-Crafting Sect who could compete for the place in Guangyan Beppu, he naturally stood behind Taoist Feixuan.

After Yi Chu came in, Liu Piaohong, who had been behind Yao Ji, changed her face. Thinking of the little thief's power, I couldn't help but pray in my heart that I must not be separated from this ignorant guy. It would be a slaughter of her eldest lady!

As the saying goes, no profit can get up early. No one is willing to take half a step late to divide the interests. In just a moment, the others have arrived one by one. Although these demons and giants hate each other, on the surface, at least the current atmosphere is unprecedentedly harmonious.
Chapter completed!