Chapter 209 Bloodthirsty

Breaking Clouds turn enemies into friends with former demons and tigers in the teahouse, and Fei Jinxiang provides a very valuable clue for Breaking Clouds.

After listening to Fei Jinxiang's words, Po Yun's heart began to change. After a while, his mind was gone. He just wanted to figure things out quickly.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sit still, and the broken cloud couldn't help getting up and retreating.

Fei Jinxiang was stunned and didn't expect that Po Yun would leave so suddenly, but he thought that Po Yun might have found some clues because of his words, so he didn't really leave Po Yun to drink tea.

Fei Jinxiang has been sending the broken cloud out of the teahouse before he reluctantly turned around. The broken cloud was not so careless, and seeing that Fei Jinxiang was so reluctant, his heart was even more sudden and secretly warned himself tens of millions of times.

I am friends with Fei Jinxiang, just friends.

Out of the teahouse, Po Yun suddenly felt that he had a lot of things to do. He had to go back to Yeyumen to find Brother Mu Hai, find Jieyi to relieve his support to add some power to the soul, and go to Chen's house in the south of the Yangtze River to ask Chen Hao about the Yeying Wang family.

Thinking of the Chen family, Poyun couldn't help but feel hot, and the beautiful little face quietly came to my mind, but when I thought that there were so many things to do, I immediately poured a basin of cold water and was not interested.

"Let's take it easy and find a nearby place to go first." The broken cloud sighed, looked at the direction, and ran towards the nearest fog forest.

The fog forest is still foggy, and the strong sunlight can't penetrate the faint fog.

The fresh and faint fog of grass makes people feel like a fairyland.

But after a few laps inside, I can't find the southeast and northwest, and I can't tell the way back. I'm afraid that this feeling of coming to a fairyland will soon become a deep fear.

Of course, the broken clouds will not reach the point of fear, but the broken clouds don't want to bother any more. They began to shout loudly when they entered the forest not far away. In fact, since the broken clouds suffered the loss of the fog forest, I still have a headache about this damn forest.

At the end of the fog, there were still birds and flowers. Xie Zhi was looking at the broken clouds with a big mouth and a big smile. When he saw the broken clouds entering the valley, he immediately greeted them.

He took Po Yun's hand and punched Po Yun on the shoulder heavily. He laughed and said, "You still remember my old brother. It's been so long since I came to see my brother. I really want to be my brother.

The broken cloud looked at the true feelings on Xie Zhi's face, and his heart couldn't help but feel a trace of apology. I really left here and haven't come back for a long time. I'm really ashamed of my brother.

"My little brother is really too busy, but it's also my little brother's negligence." Po Yun smiled and said, "Well, I'll punish myself a few cups. But..." A strange smile appeared on his face, "I want to drink my brother's unique bamboo wine."

The smile on his face stiffened and scolded, "You ugly boy, just don't come to see my brother. You have to drink my precious bamboo wine when you come!" That's all, just drink! But there is one thing, just one jar!" A sad look appeared on his face, "Last time I drank my seven or eight jars of bamboo wine, I was about to be poor."

Poyun smiled and knew that he loved bamboo wine. It didn't matter if he made a joke. How dare he let his brother spend money and said with a smile, "Brother, you still keep it for drinking slowly. Brother, how about this sword? With that, he pulled out the soul from his waist and handed it to Xie Zhi, and suddenly changed from the topic of drinking to the soul.

Xie Zhi found the long sword without sheath on his waist from the sight of the broken cloud, but the reunion with his brother made Xie Zhi no longer pay attention to the sword.

At this time, he took the sheathless sword and couldn't help but be shocked at a glance. He immediately came to his spirit and picked up the soul and watched it carefully. The soul turned over several times in the hand of Jiezhi, and suddenly an ecstatic look appeared on his face, pulling the broken cloud and said, "Say it quickly! Tell me how you got it!"

Unholding the love sword is like life, seeing natural and extraordinary, and can not be attracted by ordinary iron. Poyun's opinion was so fanatical that he couldn't help but be a little surprised, but he was happy. It seemed that he was really not ordinary.

At present, Poyun has told the story of how to get soul-taking and hidden the story of Xuanying.

Xie Zhi was fascinated, and the expression on his face changed back and forth. When Po Yun finished speaking, he looked at the soul-catching in his hand and muttered to himself, "The soul-catching... soul-catching... I didn't expect that I really saw the soul-catching..." He looked excited and danced like a child.

The hot light in your eyes keeps flashing, not the greed you want to possess, but out of your inner love.

The appearance of Jiezhi really makes Poyun a little confused. In order to release his identity as a master of casting swords, there are a lot of peerless soldiers. How can they see that they are so intoxicated? Soul-catching, is it really unusual?

Breaking Yun couldn't help asking, "Brother, this... this sword... is very good...?" Halfway through the words, Po Yun suddenly found that he really didn't know anything about weapons, so he could only ask if it was good.

Hearing this, Xie Zhi stared at the clouds fiercely, gently stroked the thin sword body, and looked intoxicated. "You boy is lucky enough to let you pick up such a magic weapon."

Poyun smiled bitterly. My brother's feelings for weapons are so deep that he can't be compared with the peerless soldier in this regard.

"The soul is from the hands of Ou Yeyang, a former sword casting master. It is said that he still can't open his blade for seventy-49 days. In the end, Ou Yeyang broke his arm, used his blood as a guide, and cast this sword after seven or forty-nine days. The voice of relief was soft, as if he was afraid of scaring the soul in his hand.

Poyun listened but didn't feel anything. He touched his head boredly and muttered, "It takes so long to cast a sword. No wonder the swordsmith is poor. That's why."

Xie Zhi was furious when he heard the words, gave Po Yun a big shudder, and said angrily, "What do you know! In order to become a peerless good soldier, the swordsmith will not hesitate to lead him, let alone for a longer time!"

Po Yun touched his head and grinned in pain. He didn't dare to talk nonsense any more and couldn't help nodding.

He hummed heavily, "You don't know anything and dare to talk nonsense. Have you found the power contained in the soul-taking sword?

"Hmm?" Breaking the cloud was stunned and said, "What power?"

"Didn't you find any changes or differences when you use it?" He frowned.

Shaking his head through the clouds. What has changed? I haven't noticed any changes.

Besides, it is not a sword that can change, but it will turn into a long gun. The broken cloud was shocked and dared not talk nonsense again, so he had to nag in his heart.

With a long sigh, he looked at the broken cloud with the eyes of a fool. "I wonder how I can say goodbye to you stupid boy."

There was a burst of anger through the clouds, and the secret was that you didn't want to worship, but now you are complaining about me.

He gently stroked his palm with a soul-catching blade, and his palm was suddenly cut open by a blood mouth, and the blood dripped down his palm.

Poyun was shocked. What kind of crazy is the old brother? He quickly pulled his injured hand and even stopped the acupuncture point, but he heard angrily, "Stupid! Who let you stop the bleeding? There is no need to stop bleeding at all!"

Poyun was relieved and a little stupid. Only then did he find that the blood was not very deep, but strangely, there was a lot of blood. Such a shallow wound should not have shed so much blood.

"Look at the soul!" Xie Zhi couldn't help pulling his hand and giving Po Yun a shiver.

Poyun's bitter face and looked at the soul in his hand, and suddenly found that after the bloodshed, the light red on the blade of the sword became thick.

A puzzled look at it.

He said proudly, "Do you know what's going on now?" Looking at the soul, he said solemnly, "The soul... is the bloodthirsty sword!"

The cloud broke his heart and muttered, "The bloodthirsty sword?"

He nodded and said, "In those years, the blood of Ouye sheep was born under the introduction, and since then, he has had the power of bloodthirsty." He smiled slightly and said, "Not all swords cast with blood have bloodthirsty power. It's better to say that the blades cast with blood are rare to have bloodthirsty power." With that, he smiled and said, "If you can cast a peerless soldier with blood, I'm afraid that time swordsmiths will rush to cast swords with their own blood."

Breaking the cloud nodded as if he didn't understand and said, "I heard what my brother said... This bloodthirsty power is very powerful?"

Xie Zhi did not answer the broken cloud, pulled the broken cloud and sat on the ground, and said solemnly, "After the soul was cast by Ou Yeyang, it flowed into the rivers and lakes. It is said that this sword is bright and eye-catching when drinking blood, and it becomes very demonic, and its power has been greatly improved. It is even said that no other blade can brush its edge. The benefit of his soldiers once had the nickname of 'Sword of God'.

"In a Jianghu war, the god-slayer shined brilliantly, and countless people were killed and injured wherever the blade went. After this battle, the soul-grabbing sword master felt that the name of the soul-slayer sword was too big, and the bloodthirsty power of the soul-taking power might not be controlled by the world. He wanted to hide the name of the soul-grabbing sword and only used the original name. Xie Zhi's eyes are blurred, as if he has returned to the time when the soul-catching sword shined brilliantly.

For a long time, she came back to her senses and said, "The world is attracted by her strength. Since then, she has been tossed and turning countless masters..." Suddenly, a strange look appeared in his eyes, "However, every time the master has a tragic ending."

"Some people say that as soon as the world got the peerless divine soldiers, they began to be arrogant and unscrupulous, and finally ended up with a tragic ending."

"Some people say that there are countless people who kill countless people, and there are too many grievances on the sword, which curse the owner of the sword."

"Some people also say that the power of the soul is no longer what the world should have, and even threatens God, thus being condemned by God, so that the world cannot get the power of this sword. There are many people in the world who pursue their souls, and there are many people who spread rumors when they have nothing to do.

"With the passage of time, all kinds of rumors are spreading more and more fiercely. All kinds of strange rumors are endless. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "However, the last two legends are spreading more and more and more true."

Break the clouds and spit. Look at the soul to understand.

Although it is good to dare to be brave, it is the legendary cursed sword!