Since the Sword of the Blue Sky Snow Lost was created by the ancestors of the Zhuge family, it will inevitably leave a sword-casting score, which should record the casting process of the Blue Sky Snow Lost. However, there must be many difficult things in the pinnacle of the predecessors. This is not about respecting the past and depreciating the present, but about the wisdom and strength of the predecessors. There are indeed too many things that are inferior to those of the present in the present.

Moreover, the ancient world has long lost its most glorious era. When the strong emerge, the entire world of devastated will naturally be missing a lot of things.

Zhuge Wenrou stroked Qingtian Xueluo's sword with care, and finally sighed, saying, "Little brother, since you have cultivated the human sword with Qingtian Xueluo, you must have been in harmony with each other. I hope you can promise me and treat this sword well. Although it is just a weapon, it has its own soul. I think it should not feel the pain of the owner back then."

With a sword, does the sword also have emotions that are difficult to describe in its heart? If the sword has a soul, can it also think like a human?

This kind of question is not only the swordsman who can think, but even the masters who are good at using other weapons often think about whether their weapons have the ability to think. Of course, the answer is yes. Whether it is a sword or a knife, the weapons in the world have their own souls, because they instill the hard work of creation and experience various emotional infections of the user. After a hundred battles, they will naturally produce spirituality.

The Qingtian Xue Luo Sword was in the hands of the Sword Controversy Peak, and the swordsman Mo Bai, who also experienced countless famous battles in all sizes. Now its sword spirit has become, so there is no need to question it.

Even if Bai Yang is now in harmony with it, he can often feel a sad breath in its sword sound.

Finally, after taking a deep look at Qingtianxue Luojian, Zhuge Wenrou turned the hilt of the sword, held the famous wing with both hands, and handed it to Bai Yang, saying, "I hope you can truly exert the power of this famous wing, and don't let it be buried."

"Yes." Bai Yang took the sword and waved it casually, and the sword turned into light and disappeared. This action also made Zhuge Wenrou's eyes look strange.

"It seems that this young man is not lying. He has really cultivated into the realm of unity of human and sword with the Qingtian Xueluo Sword."

Zhuge Wenrou smiled bitterly again in her heart.

After she obtained the sword-making score of Qingtian Xueluo in her early years, she was fascinated by the famous sword created by her ancestors, and then she imitated the snow sword in her hand imitated Qingtian Xueluo. Although the sword-making and the sword-making master were both hers, she still did not reach the same state as the snow sword, and even the two hearts were a bit reluctant to share the same relationship. Therefore, in the state of sword-making, she believed that she was still not as good as the young man in front of her.

"Boy, you have also seen that this woman is very ambitious. She must be approaching you to take your weapons. Don't worry too much about this matter, I will naturally deal with her for you."

Suddenly, Murong Wudi said to Bai Yang with an arrogant face.

His words attracted Zhuge Wenru's sneer: "Murong Wudi, this meaningless provocation should be saved. Your Murong family is notorious. In this Hengchuan, you are the forces that were swept out. This city still remembers the activities that your Murong family? Rong family did."

"Murrong family?"

Bai Yang had only heard a few words of Murong before, but now he heard Zhuge Wenrou speak the three words of Murong family, and he had confirmed in his heart that Murong Wudi was the member of the Murong family.

As Zhuge Wenrou's maid, Xuexue naturally knows many secrets in the sword.

Zhuge Wenruu nodded and said, "The Black Lotus Sword Warrior Kong Zhongliu, the Snow Hero Mo Bai, and the Qixia Yan Madman. These three are the three swordsmen who were famous in the sword art at that time. Their swords are also called the Three Gentleman Swords."

"Now the second of the three swords has appeared, I just don't know where the last [Slaying Wind] is."

Zhuge Wenrou sighed, but his eyes were more concerned about the current situation.

After Kong Moyi joined in, there was no war situation that was under too much pressure, so there would naturally be no variables.

She held the Guzi Sword on Lotus, with a disdain on her face. She looked at the Murong family members lying on the ground and said lightly: "Bai Yang, are you regressing or deliberately letting go? How to solve this kind of thing, you also need to reveal flaws?"

Bai Yang glanced at Murong Wudi, whose face was red from being pinched by him, and smiled and said, "Since you know, why bother to take action."

Kong Moyi, who was exposed, stuck out her tongue and hummed, "I am willing, do you care?"

As she said that, she looked at Murong Wudi and said disgustedly: "I recognize this person. He is the young man that the Murong family has been promoting in recent years. However, at most he is a chess piece on the table. He enjoys the various rights of the Murong family and does a lot of things that bully people on weekdays. I heard that he can do that to destroy the family, and he is simply disgraceful."

"oh?"

Bai Yang narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that I have more reason to kill you now."

"Dare you dare?!"

Murong Wudi was extremely sad and forced this sentence out of his throat. Unfortunately, his skills were completely suppressed by Bai Yang's realm and could not resist it at all.

"It seems that being stubborn is the tradition of your Murong family. This is good, and you won't have any psychological burden on you."

Bai Yang smiled gently, but what he did made the scalp numb for the people around him.

He blinked his fingers and drove out four sword energy, directly shattering Murong Wudi's limbs and joints. At the same time, a sword finger poked his dantian, hurting his war crystal with strong strength.

Once a war crystal is formed, it will be difficult to destroy. However, if the realm is too high than the opponent, there is still a way to smash or injure the war crystal, leaving permanent trauma.

Feeling that the power in his war crystal was being lost, Murong Wudi's face changed drastically, regardless of the severe pain in his limbs, he said tragically: "Do you dare to deprive me of my cultivation? You bastard, I will not let you go, I will not let you go!"

Bang! Bai Yang let go of his hand that pinched his throat, slapped him in the face, and said coldly: "I heard that Murong Zhen, the heir of the Murong family, has become a waste. Why not go back and let him see if you, a waste, are you familiar with your injuries?"

Murong Zhen?

Speaking of the successor appointed by the Murong family, Murong Wudi also endured the severe pain and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to say?"

"Just tell him when you go back." Bai Yang clapped his hands and said lightly: "If the descendants of a family are extremely arrogant and arrogant guys like you, then the Murong family is not far from destruction."

"Please carry your master back." Bai Yang said to the Murong servants who were lying on the ground.
Chapter completed!