The galloping war horse rushed like a rolling stone, and the edge of the knife seemed to be sharp. Chen Jiu felt a bitter cold wind blowing over his head, and his hair seemed to have been swept a few of it. But he glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and saw the dirty hand that was buried in the cracks of his fingernails, but anger arose in his heart.

The fire without source burned more and more vigorously, and it instantly filled, forcing Chen Jiu to straighten his back. His right foot suddenly crushed the ground, and his shoulders hit the horse's belly, which actually staggered the fierce horse, and his hand barely rubbed against Jiu Jue.

After running several steps along the inertia, the knight turned his horse's head and rushed back straight. Although there were no stirrups and the speed could not be raised to the highest level, the weight there really gave people a mountain mist-like impact.

Chen Jiu opened his standing posture, held his sword between his eyebrows, and took a heavy step forward!

Crossing of people.

The sound of hooves sounded a few more times, and the horse's body tilted, and a large stream of blood gushed out of the neck tube. The knight slid down from the horse's back, but he had no head.

The old wine sprayed out a breath of turbid air and twisted his wrist.

The big sword in my hand is too long and too heavy, and the shape is strange and not to mention it. The center of gravity is different from ordinary weapons, almost landing in the middle of the blade, which is particularly exhausting to use.

Having used to using his own Miao knife, Chen Jiu couldn't control this Qimen weapon for a while, and was shocked to hurt his wrist. The muscles were thrusting and thrusting, which was very real and there was no time to deal with it. Chen Jiu looked up and was again a few riders shining with copper light.

“…”

Chen Jiu glanced at Jiu Jue and quietly lifted his weapon again.

Just like a drunk person, he didn't know why he came to such an inexplicable place. For a strange sound and a glass of wine that didn't seem to be delicious, facing such a group of strange and fierce enemies with sharp weapons. He held the knife and just thought about swinging the knife, as if a drunk man who was holding an empty wine bottle and refused to let go.

The inscription on the spine of the knife gradually became a little clearer.

Crossing the river.

The bronze jue shook with the sound of hooves, and the turbid wine rippled slightly, and the big sword of the horse was submerged in the breath of the war horse.

...

"I still haven't drunk..."

The rocks were clattering, and a slap with a thumb was poked out. Chen Jiu, who was covered in dust, pulled out his face from the dust, wiped the dust from his eyes, and spit out a mouthful of saliva full of fishy smell.

The last thing I remember was a copper spear that penetrated my chest. Of course, this damage was not reflected in reality.

Chen Jiu suddenly frowned and frowned.

The scalded scars were stamped on the skin, like a piece of iron. The pattern was very rough, nothing more than the shape of a cut-off knife, which made people confused for a while.

【Remnant Blade】

The stinging sabre... (incomplete)... There are seventy-two refinings... The Sword Side is a saying that the sabre that is the best in Shu is worth seven thousand. It is suitable for heroes to run rampant and run into battle...

characteristic:???

quality:???

Note: This item is unique. If you hand it over to the bitter boat, you will receive the corresponding reward. Please believe that its richness is beyond your imagination!

Chen Jiu stared at the annotation that looked like an advertisement, especially the exclamation mark for a short while, and curled his lips.

"If you talk about it, you have to go back alive first."

To be honest, after such incident evolution and operation, Chen Jiu's trust in Kuzhou has dropped to the lowest point.

Junnian was very proud of his praise at the beginning, "The Three Thousand Realms of the Dayan are the Tribulations of the Tribulations", which gave people the impression that "The Tribulations of the Dayan Realms have absolute control over the Tribulations of the Dayan Realms". However, now it seems that this control may not be very solid. It can even be said that it seems to be crumbling in the lower structure like the Star Twenty-six plane. Of course, it is not that the foundation is unstable, but that the wind and rain are too heavy, and the tiles are blown down one after another.

"First out."

Chen Jiu calmed down his thoughts and looked around the cave.

Obviously, the arrival of the broken knife was not just as simple as giving Chen Jiu a moment of breathing. In fact, this place can no longer be called a cave, it is more suitable to say that it is a cave.

The wind and snow have stopped, and above are the blue sky and the pale sunshine.

Very dazzling.

With the aged wine as the center, there is an open space with a diameter of about two meters. The open space is covered with gravel, and occasionally the puppet's broken limbs and arms are broken. The Red Apostle naturally did not die, otherwise he would have returned long ago. Judging from this situation, he should have been scared away.

A ray of light in the ruins is particularly eye-catching.

Chen Jiu let out a loud voice, reached out and groped in, holding a knife handle with a very familiar feel.

The Fengtu knife was not damaged, and the blade was as bright as new, but there were a few extremely fine scratches on the spine. It was not seen by an insider, but would only treat it as part of the pattern.

It is no wonder that although the quality is "rare", this is Kuzhou's overall evaluation of the items, and the amount of qi is the first indicator. In fact, the forging and upgrading of Fengtu Knife sounds magical, and the process still adheres to the principles of traditional forging tools. The thin blade material is hard and hard, and the thicker spine material is tough but slightly soft. As long as the rib is still positive, it will not affect the use at all.

Chenjiu was covered with cloth, wrapped the handle of the knife around his hand, and shaking it up. The five-foot long knife was actually very suitable for use as a two-handed crutch, but it was too heavy.

He climbed up the sinkhole.

The view has been razed to the ground, and the Rakshasa demons have disappeared. This blade seems to have special damage to the frontier species. Under the incandescent sunlight, it is as quiet as a tomb.
Chapter completed!