Chapter 194 Short Blade

Oh, my God, this is the strength of Tianqing Steel Mother. Even if it is a super flying sword, it takes a lot of effort to cut it off, but this short blade... Looking at the neat stubble, Gan Ping was dizzy, and he quickly put this short blade in front of him and looked carefully again.

The whole witch tomb is shrouded in gray fog, so that people can't see the inside from the outside. Feng Xingyuan, who had been waiting at the entrance of the witch tomb for more than ten days, sat cross-legged, and his left arm fluttered in the wind. With his eyes closed, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were full of grimness. He looked at the witch's tomb shrouded in heavy gray fog. The little bastard made me lose an arm. There is no hope to become an immortal in this life, and it has caused my hope to break the opportunity of the rejuvenation of the Iron Gate Sect. I hate it so much..."

With this, Feng Xingyuan couldn't help roaring up to the sky. The breath of the departure just now affected the original secret injury, which made Feng Xingyuan even more crazy. He actually suffered a big loss in the hands of this boy in the realm of condensation. If it spreads, it may attract some kind of ridicule. Just when Feng Xingyuan's eyes were red, the sound of breaking the sky came from the sky, and he quickly turned his head and looked.

It was the three-like sword light. What surprised Feng Xingyuan was that the sword light was full of second-class flying swords. Who is coming? Unexpectedly, such a rich man is a two-grade flying sword. Feng Xingyuan's eyes are full of jealousy and greed, but feeling the strong breath on the sword light, he couldn't help showing a trace of fear in his eyes. At this time, the three sword lights had flown to the top of his head. Looking from afar, he was actually an old man, a driver of the sword light, leading two young disciples behind him.

This made Feng Xingyuan even more jealous. In his Iron Gate sect, except for the fairy artifact, the rest of the flying sword magic weapons did not exceed four grades, which was not much better than that mountain and wild cultivation. In front of him, these two young disciples were obviously in the middle level of Jindan. Unexpectedly, everyone had a second-level low-level flying sword, and his eyes were about to burst into flames. He couldn't wait to fly up to kill these three people and take the magic weapon as his own.

However, the old man flying in front of him seemed to feel Feng Xingyuan's fierce eyes and looked at him coldly. Suddenly, it was poured down with cold water, extinguishing all the evil fires in Feng Xingyuan's heart. What kind of eyes are that? The cold and ruthless insight into the world is full of indifference, and the Zhenyuan drum is even more terrible. The two disciples behind him are just the middle level of Jindan, but the old man's cultivation is already the high-level cultivation of the Yuanshen. At a glance, he was so convinced that Feng Xingyuan dared not speak. Feng Xingyuan simply felt that as long as he had evil thoughts again, he would be noticed by him, and he would be erased when he waved his hand, and his head couldn't help sweating coldly.

Fortunately, the old man only looked at him and turned his head with a cold snor. A gentle sneer came from Feng Xingyuan's ear, "A cripple..." Seeing a disciple behind the old man looking at him sideways, the disdain and mockery between the words were particularly obvious. Feng Xingyuan saw that his eyes were aiming at his empty left arm, and his blood surged up. He just wanted to grow up. He couldn't help but see the sign on the disciple's body and sat on the ground again in consternation.

The second-grade flying sword is so fast. All this is just what happened in a blink of an eye. Before Feng Xingyuan could react, the sword light of the three people plunged into the thick gray fog of the witch's tomb and disappeared. Only Feng Xingyuan was left sitting on the ground and muttered, "It's Tianzong..."

The gossip logo on the three people is the unique symbol of Tianzong. Feng Xingyuan was afraid for a while. Although his Iron Gate Sect is a broken household, he is not afraid to wear shoes barefoot, and relying on the power of fairy weapons, he dares not provoke him. But there are several large sects that are still unaffordable, and Tianzong is one of them. I have attacked the disciples of Miaocheng Sect, and this revenge is finally settled. If I get into trouble with Tianzong again, the destruction of my Iron Gate Sect will also come.

Thinking of Ganping Fengxingyuan, he gritted his teeth again. This boy actually stayed so peacefully in this witch's tomb. What surprised Feng Xingyuan was that the Ganping breath guided by the Yuanshen curse was getting farther and farther away from him. If it goes on like this, within a few days, he and he will be thousands of miles away from him. At that time It's hard to find him again. If this boy escapes from heaven, then his Iron Gate Sect may suffer the anger of the first sword cultivation of Miaocheng Sect. Imagining the terrible scene, Feng Xingyuan couldn't help shivering and slightly regretting his previous actions...

In the air, the three people of Tianzong flew into the witch's tomb with the sword light. The leading old man waved his robe sleeve and covered the two disciples behind him in the sword light, and the three of them turned into one. The two disciples behind him were surprised, and a feeling of spinning came, revealing the open earth in front of them. Only then did the two of them understand that this witch tomb actually has the power of reversing the five elements of space. If it hadn't been for the uncle's heart-to-light swordsmanship just now and connect the three popular machines into one, maybe the two of them would have been transmitted to him, and it would have been miserable at that time.

In surprise, the scene in front of them made them jump. The witch tomb was full of space cracks, big and small. The small bend was like a crescent moon, but the big one was the size of the palace of his own sect, with different colors, emitting dangerous light. The old man in front of him couldn't help frowning, "You two follow my sword light and don't fly randomly. The space crack in the witch's tomb is still invisible. You can't be careless." Hearing the old man's words, the two quickly nodded and said yes.

As a master of the yuan god, the old man's consciousness is naturally extremely powerful. He released the consciousness from afar, explored the situation ahead, and flew with the two people on this open earth. Looking in that direction, it was Gan Ping's position.

Gan Ping couldn't help playing with the short blade in his hand. The blade of the short blade was only about seven inches, and it was dark all over, and a trace of red light flashed from time to time. The whole body is slightly bent, showing a rather strange arc. The whole is simple and unpretentious without a trace of pattern. There are only two strange characters on the handle of the knife. Gan Ping has a wide range of knowledge and does not recognize what these two words are.

The handle of the knife is very close to the hand, and it is tightly stitched with the fingers, but there is no spiritual fluctuation, and it can't be seen what material is cast. Gan Ping couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart. Isn't it the legend that the witches are extremely tall and powerful? This is obviously the short blade of the witchcraft is so small that it is hard to imagine a scene of fighting when it is actually pinched in the hand.

Imagining a person holding this short blade and fighting with people as if he were holding an embroidered needle, Gan Ping thought that the scene was a little chilly. He couldn't help waving in his hand. Suddenly, a black light flashed and fell. Gan Ping quickly stopped waving. Just now, there was a feeling of tearing the space inadvertently, which surprised him.

After looking at it for a while, Gan Ping stretched out his hand to hold the short blade and waved it a few times, bringing the sound of breaking through the air, but there was no feeling of tearing the space before. Touching his chin, Gan Ping stood there and thought about it. At this time, the fire had jumped and ran over with a tattered scabbard. The scabbard is only a little wide and less than a foot long. It looks dirty and covered with dust and dirt. Obviously, it is the short-edged scabbard in his hand.

I saw Huo'er's happy expression, holding the scabbard and waving it like crazy. It looked like a treasure offering. In the end, he even sent the scabbard to his mouth to bite, which made Gan Ping shocked. He quickly grabbed the scabbard and patted it fiercely on Huo'er's buttocks by the way. I don't know how many years this dirty scabbard has been. I actually want to put it in my mouth. It's really time to hit it.

Huo Er ate this, flattened her mouth, and walked away with her head slightly depressedly. It seemed that she was addicted to picking up things. Ignore the depressed fire, Gan Ping couldn't help thinking about the wooden scabbard in his hand. His heart moved slightly, and a flame suddenly rose in the palm of his hand, slowly burning the scabbard in the fire. Sure enough, the scabbard was nothing in the flame, and Gan Ping determined his idea even more.

Diyi Qinglongmu, this rare divine wood is actually used as a scabbard. What is the origin of this short blade? With a mouthful of fire, the roaring fire dragon swallowed the dirty scabbard in an instant, and bursts of strange fragrance came, which made people salivate. Just after grabbing the scabbard in Huo'er's hand, Gan Ping smelled the strange fragrance and understood why the greedy fire was quite coveted on the dirty scabbard.