Chapter 42 Bloody

Lu Qing curled his lips and stood back. He actually said that he was weak? Can his strength be greater than his own strength? Take a step back and hold your arms to see Huangfu Yuran's joke. But what he saw the next moment made him completely petrochemical on the spot.

After Huangfu Yuran took a good posture, he put his hands down and grabbed the stick and had to lift it up hard. Just as Huangfu Yuran's hand touched the thing, it began to vibrate violently. At this time, he was so shocked that he could hardly grasp it. Huangfu Yuran wanted to let go of his hand but found that his hand could not be separated from this thing as if it had been sucked.

Huangfu Yuran's eyes widened in horror, thinking that he had met Lu Qing's yuan god. He screamed with fear and stood up with his arms.

Huangfu Yuran's arm brought out the things on the ground with strength, and only heard a sound of dragon chanting echoed in the whole arsenal. Huangfu Yuran also staggered back two steps and sat on the ground because of the excessive force. Before he could consider the painful buttocks, Huangfu Yuran, who was sitting on the ground, roared: "Bunbo Lu, save me!"

Lu Qing was roared by Huangfu Yuran and woke up from the shock just now. Looking at Huangfu Yuran, who was sitting on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, he grinned and said, "Kid, what can I save you? Aren't you all right?"

Huangfu Yuran slowly opened his eyes and was extremely happy to find that he was fine. He lowered his head and saw that he was still holding what he had just pulled out and shouted, "I can't let go of this thing, look!" With that, the lecture was thrown outside.

It's strange to say that I couldn't let go just now, as if I was sucked on it. Now it was pulled out and just threw it casually. I only heard a "bang" sound, and the thing had been thrown to the ground.

Huangfu Yuran's eyes were round, looking at his hands and the things thrown on the ground, with a puzzled face.

Lu Qing came over and patted Huangfu Yuran on the shoulder and said, "Are you scaring yourself? Look at this sword. It looks like a good weapon, but I really haven't seen this sword.

Huangfu Yuran shook his head and shook his puzzlement. He squatted down and looked carefully at the long sword lying on the ground. This sword is more than three feet long, and its shape is different from that of an ordinary sword. An ordinary sword is usually a sword body with nothing else. However, this sword took another path and separated a small sword body on one side of the sword, which made the sword much wider than other swords.

The whole body of the sword is blood-red, and the shape of the handguard is like a pair of wings. The outer edge of the handguard flashes with cold light, which is extremely sharp at a glance. The sword is still shaking slightly. If you look carefully, you will find that there seems to be a light red light flowing on the sword, like the blood of the sword.

Lu Qing also squatted beside Huangfu Yuran and looked at the sword. While looking at it, he praised: "Well, this sword is really good. It should be above the middle-grade spiritual weapon. But why have I never seen or heard of this sword? With doubts, Lu Qing stretched out his hand to pick up the sword and have a look.

Just as Lu Qing's hand was about to touch the sword, the sword lying on the ground shook violently and bounced off Lu Qing's hand. The red light flowing on the sword seemed to be a little brighter.

Lu Qing looked at his hand awkwardly, and then looked at the vibrating sword and said, "Huh? Don't let me touch it. What's the situation?"

Huangfu Yuran also seemed to be afraid of this long sword. He carefully stretched out his little hand and slowly touched the hilt of the sword. He was relieved to find that the sword did not shock him. Holding the hilt in his hand and slowly holding it up, he only felt as light as nothing in his hand.

It's strange to say that the long sword that shook Lu Qing away just now was like a tame kitten in Huangfu Yuran's hand. The original violently vibrating sword body gradually calmed down at this time, and the dazzling red light on the sword body just now was also put away. At this time, the sword is just a red sword, and you can't see the * just now.

Lu Qing's eyes widened and couldn't believe all this. Can this weapon still choose its own? As far as I know, the spiritual weapon does not seem to have this function. But if you don't choose your own master, you can't explain everything in front of you.

Huangfu Yuran raised the red sword in front of him and looked at it carefully. I tripped over just now and didn't care too much about it. Now I took it in front of me and found that the sword was not simple, and it was almost extremely delicate in every inch. The end of the hilt is a pair of small wings, which is the same as the shape of the handguard.

Huangfu Yuran raised his empty left hand and gently stroked the sword. When his hand touched the sword body, the sword vibrated slightly and made a faint whisper. It's like Huangfu Yuran's touch makes it happy.

"I don't know what this sword is called? Do you have any introduction?" Huangfu Yuran muttered in a low voice.

Lu Qing said, "Look for it. Where can I find an introduction? Maybe there are some hints engraved on the sword.

Huangfu Yuran held his sword and looked down on the ground looking for some clues. But after searching for a long time, there was nothing on the ground except the pit where the sword was originally inserted. He shook his head and picked up the sword and looked at it several times, but still got nothing.

"No, what should I call you? There is no hint or anything!" Huangfu Yuran frowned and looked up and said.

Suddenly, he thought that the hilt had been held in his hand and had not seen it yet. He quickly let go of his hand and put the sword on the ground and stared at the hilt with wide eyes. Sure enough, there is a small word in the place where you held it just now. If you don't look carefully, you really can't find it. A small "remain" character is on the hilt of the sword, not like it is carved, but like it is natural, giving people the feeling that this word should have existed in this place.

Huangfu Yuran immediately shouted after seeing this word, "Mr. Lu, there is a word here. Come and have a look."

Lu Qing quickly took a few steps and squatted beside Huangfu Yuran to look at the hilt of the sword. After seeing the word "can" clearly, he frowned gently and said, "Can? I haven't heard of any weapon with this word! ......Ah! I remember. There is a record in the Xiuzhen classics that a weapon seems to be called cruel killer, but that was thousands of years ago, and then the cruel killer disappeared. It's not so coincidental. This sword is exactly the cruelty, isn't it?

Huangfuyu nodded blankly and said, "Maybe that's the one!" However, I don't like that name. I have to change it. For the time being, I didn't expect a good name to be Can Jian first. Let's talk about it later. What do you think?" The last question is staring at the sword lying on the ground.

"Hum..." seemed to respond to Huangfu Yuran, and the long sword vibrated and made a gentle hum.

Huangfu Yuran reached out and picked up the long sword and raised it in front of him and said, "You don't want to? It's not that I won't give you a good name, it's just called Can Jian for the time being. Can't you change it back if you think it's good?"

The sword was still chanting, and this scene stunned Lu Qing. He opened his mouth and asked, "You...do you know what it's talking about?"

Huangfu Yuran shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't know if I can feel the feeling of this sword, as long as it is in my hand."

Warms psychic? This kind of thing is rare, and people like Huangfu Yuran, who have just got weapons and can be psychic, have never heard of it. But this is an opportunity, and others can't be jealous. So Lu Qing simply said a few words of envy and so on, and took the two of them out of the arsenal and returned to Yuling Yazhu.

The three of them set out early in the morning, and now they have returned to Yuling Yazhu, where the sun has set. Lu Qing sent the two back and left. Huangfu Yuran sent Lu Qing out of the door and unconsciously walked into the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest under the sunset is also unique. The afterglow of the sunset sprinkles a red half of the ground through the gap between the bamboo leaves, revealing a faint red trajectory in mid-air. From afar, it looks like a red light rain, which may also be said to be a blood rain, because the clouds in the sky have been reflected in blood red by the setting sun, and the light sprinkled out has also turned blood red under this reflection.

Huangfu Yuran looked up at the sun falling into the sky, and could only see the incomplete sunset through the covered bamboo leaves. Raise the sword in your hand and look at the surrounding environment and the incomplete sunset in the cracks of the leaves.

Huangfu Yuran muttered in a low voice: "The disabled... mutilated sunset! Ah! How about calling it Canyang? It's a perfect mood."

What responded to Huangfu Yuran was a vibration and a low hum of the sword in his hand.

Feeling the vibration of the long sword in his hand, Huangfu Yu said in embarrassment, "What? Do you want a four-word name? This is very difficult! Seeing that your color is similar to the clouds in the sky, how about the red clouds of Canyang?

Huh? Not good? Then let me see... Do you see if the light is raining? It's still blood-red, called Blood Rain. Then your name is Canyang Xueyu.

The sword in his hand shook again, and Huangfu Yuran suddenly shouted, "This doesn't work either. What do you want? Are you still wronged? I'm more wronged than you." After saying that, he threw the Yangtze River to the ground and was about to go back.

The sword thrown on the ground vibrated violently and made a sound of dragon singing. Huangfu Yuran, who turned around, heard the joy in his voice and turned around to see that the sword was lying on the ground, and the sun shone on the sword through the bamboo leaves. After the blood-red sunlight, the sword became more red, with a faint light on it.

Huangfu Yuran walked over and picked up the long sword and said, "So you like to get wet in the rain? ...Still drenched in bloody light rain. Canyang...bloody? OK, the sun is bleeding, how about it?"

The sword in his hand buzzed again, but this time it was obviously different from the previous two times. Huangfu Yuran smiled and said to himself, "Well, I'm going back to practice. There's still a long way to go." After saying that, he turned around and jumped back to the room.