Chapter 59 Sword Demon

Zhao Xuan couldn't help but feel excited. He slowly raised his sword in his right hand. At this time, the scenery in front of him also became clear, and his eyes were still red.

Look at the sword in your hand, and the blade is lingering with a faint colorful streamer at this time. His left finger stroked the body of the sword, and a cool and wonderful feeling came that he couldn't help shivering, and then the blood in his whole body galloped like a steed, and a force was about to erupt.

Zhao Xuan half squinted his eyes and used his usual experience of refining gas to slowly guide the galloping breath in his body to his arm, and then from his arm to his wrist. Because his right wrist held the hilt tightly, the breath passed through his wrist to the sword.

At the moment when qi and light were combined, the colorful lights lingering around the blade suddenly soared and made people's eyes hurt. At this time, the true qi in his body flowed more fiercely and was continuously instilled into the sword. He knew that the fire was coming, so he raised his sword and waved it to the sky.

In an hour, countless black clouds rolled up in the sky, and the sky quickly flowed like a large black net covering the whole earth; in the distance, a gust of wind swept the remnant clouds closer and closer, bringing sand and dust rolling all over the ground; in the peach blossom forest, red flowers flying all over the sky, and the branches were blown by the wind but still stood proudly.

I don't know when Xiaobai disappeared. Zhao Xuan held an ancient bronze sword in both hands against the sky. The black clouds gathered above his head and circled like a whirlpool. The sound of the wind blew through his ear, hitting his cheek with fine sand grains, and his face was painful.

Then, a flash of lightning flashed through the sky, and the rumble of thunder blew the earth. The black clouds stirred rapidly. The wind between heaven and earth roared, and the earth under its feet seemed to be frightened and trembled violently.

Zhao Xuan held a heavy bronze sword, and the strong wind blew on his face. He subconsciously turned his face, but his facial muscles were still distorted because he could not withstand the wind. The earth trembled even more. His feet were already a little unstable, and his body leaned slightly, and he was about to fall down.

Zhao Xuan was very panicked when he saw such a scene for the first time. But he still calmed down and straightened up with a beautiful horse step, which stabilized his body for the time being. He has a hunch that he must not fall at this juke.

At this time, a green light was shot from the black clouds directly above his head, hitting the medieval bronze blade impartially. I heard a blast on my head, and then a black smoke floated by.

He did not dare to look up. His neck shrank very low, and his legs were still tied. His two hands holding the sword were raised so high above his head and did not dare to relax at all.

"Don't blow me up!" Zhao Xuan's heart fluttered and jumped quickly, and there was already sweat on his face slowly flowing down. But before he calmed his mind, then there were a few "bangs". With each sound, his hands trembled and his heart beat.

For a long time, Zhao Xuan stood motionless. It was not until the black clouds in the sky had dispersed, and until the sound of the whirling wind gradually lowered, until the peach blossoms in the sky stopped flying, and until the earth stopped trembling, he slowly opened his eyes. At this time, the sky and earth were quiet, and only the peach blossoms on the ground reminded him that everything was true. Otherwise, he really thought it was an illusion.

Feeling that the hand holding the sword was a little sour, Zhao Xuan slowly put down the sword, and his whole body suddenly relaxed and fell to the ground. The originally stopped body was soft like a puddle of mud.

He picked up the bronze sword beside him and gently brushed the lines on it, feeling cold. Suddenly, his hand seemed to touch something strange, and suddenly his whole body came to energy.

On the body of the bronze sword, a green crossbar appears about two centimeters away from the hilt. The color is bright, and the dark and dull color of the bronze sword looks very textured. If Zhao Xuan remembers correctly, this green bar was not there before. Now that this suddenly came out, he felt curious, so he stretched out his thumb and used his fingernails to cut the green bar.

"Oh! It hurts so much." When his nails touched the green bar, a feeling like being electrocuted spread all over his body. At this time, look at the ancient bronze sword, which seems to have a face, black facial features and a thick beard, which looks fierce.

"Ghost!" Zhao Xuan was so scared that he left his sword and staggered forward. But before he took a step, the whole person seemed to be pulled back to its original position by a force, and then ran and pulled back. Finally, he stopped moving, with his hands firmly on the ground and tilting his head back. Within the range of his sight, except for a few peach trees and strange plants under the tree, there was not even a ghost. But he clearly felt that someone was pulling him back!

Zhao Xuan was so scared that he subconsciously contracted his palm and wanted to call out the ball. In the past, every time he encountered danger, he would think of Xiaobai, but Xiaobai's body is huge and needs an illusion process to come out of his body, so it is not suitable for immediate combat. The small ball is different. As long as the palm is tightened, it can appear anytime and anywhere.

But no matter how Zhao Xuan contracted his palm this time, the ball did not appear. But there is a strange phenomenon that as his palm shrank, the brilliance on the bronze sword on the ground also flashed regularly.

Zhao Xuan was very curious, so he boldly walked over and picked up the bronze sword. At this time, the strange face on the sword had disappeared, and only a faint colorful streamer lingered around the blade. In order to prove that his guess was correct, he held the hilt of the sword in his left hand and began to shrink from his right palm. Sure enough, with the frequency of his right palm contraction, the light on the bronze sword flashed accordingly.

"Is this sword changed by a small ball?" Just when Zhao Xuan was surprised, the intentional face appeared on the ancient bronze sword, and his eyes were still wide open.

Zhao Xuan was so scared that he wanted to lose his sword, but this was Xiaobai's voice from his abdomen, "Master, don't be afraid. That's the sword demon, the real body of the little ball. If you quickly drip blood on the sword, the sword demon will obey you in the future.

"Sword demon?" Zhao Xuan muttered to himself as he put his finger close to the bronze sword. He is a person who is afraid of pain. He usually has a little bumps and can shout for a long time. Now let him cut a cut on his hand with a sword. How can he get his hand?

He trembled and took the sword. When he was hesitating, the colorful light of the ancient bronze sword flashed. Zhao Xuan only felt that his right hand was pulled by a strong force, and then his white and tender fingers scratched the blade of the sword, and then blood flowed out of the mouth and fell on the sword.

When Zhao Xuan reacted, he was already screaming in pain.

After the blood fell on the bronze sword, it was immediately sucked into the mouth by the strange face. It was not until the blood on the sword was completely absorbed that the sword demon slowly showed a satisfied smile and then hidden on the sword.

Strangely, Zhao Xuan's fingers were still bleeding, but when the sword demon disappeared, the wound on his hand also completely healed, and his skin was as smooth as if he had not been scratched by the blade.

After the sword demon disappeared, the ancient bronze sword instantly turned into a small light ball and rotated several times in the air and flew back to Zhao Xuan's hand. The colorful streamer flashed and disappeared.