Chapter 57: Nanyue King Sword

"What's your name?"

The fifth brother slowly put down the brocade box, and his crazy expression suddenly became solemn for a moment.

"Lin Tianchu." Lin Tianchu never felt as dangerous as he is now. The strong pressure made him breathless, and he couldn't control himself to say his name again.

"Very good, my name is Wild Fox. Remember, I killed you." The fifth brother, the wild fox, said and took out a red sword from the brocade box.

Lin Tianchu was also a sword master in his last life. At a glance, he could see that the sword was three feet, six inches and five minutes long and two fingers wide. It was cast with deep sea cold iron. Obviously, what kind of sword is that sword Lin Tianchu has understood, "South Yue King Sword?"

Lin Tianchu was shocked that the ancient sword 2,000 years ago could emit such a fierce power today, and most importantly, the blade of this sword was blunt, not in its heyday, but it was such a blunt sword that could emit a stronger momentum than a well-known magic soldier, which made Lin Tianchu extremely cold.

"Wang Jian of Nanyue, I'll see if you are really as good as Qiao Dongsheng said."

After holding the sword, the wild fox also seemed to be a different person. He held the sword in both hands and pointed to the sky. His horse walked smoothly. He took a deep breath and strode to Lin Tianchu.

Lin Tianchu didn't dare to neglect the wild fox. What he valued was not the wild fox, but the magic sword in his hand. He knew that the wild fox was not a kendo master. From the fact that he picked up the sword blindly cut, instead of using the straight stab that could best exert the power of the sword, he knew that he didn't know much about the sword, but he, an ordinary person who didn't know the sword, used a With the sword that has stopped the peak blade, it can actually hit bursts of wind, like a peerless master.

Lin Tianchu has a feeling that although the wild fox with a sword in his hand is not too strong in the era of his master, it can also be compared with himself who has only three successes left.

"Kill!"

With a wave of the wild fox sword, a fierce wind came from the edge of the sword and snapped straight to Lin Tianchu. Lin Tianchu did not dare to catch it without a divine soldier. He dodged and dodged, and the wind went straight to the door of the warehouse, and then there was a loud "boom" sound.

Lin Tianchu didn't have to look back and knew that the door of the warehouse had been destroyed. He took a deep look at the sword. Knowing that it was not a way to dodge like this, he suddenly gritted his teeth, picked up a fire axe on the ground with his feet, and integrated the remaining power of his whole body into his palm when the fire axe flew in front of him, "Ah" shouted. With a sound, he suddenly slapped at the fire axe.

"Bum!"

There was a loud noise, and the fire axe hit by the palm flew straight to the wild fox like the most fierce madman.

"Dead!"

Although the wild fox didn't have a trace of true energy, his reaction was still not bad after long-term exercise. As soon as he saw the fire axe flying towards him, he immediately picked up his sword and split it.

When the Nanyue king's sword hit the fire axe, the fire axe made of superalloy was cut in two pieces. Although the blade was blunt and the incision of the fire axe was not neat, it did not affect the effect.

With a "bang", the fire axe fell to the ground. Just as the wild fox wanted to attack again, he suddenly found that Jin Tianchu had killed him.

Lin Tianchu's face was cold and handsome, and he rushed straight to the wild fox with indomitable momentum, and his fingers were even more determined, and a sword finger was inserted straight into him.

"Ah!" Although there was a divine front in his hand, Lin Tianchu's speed was so fast that the wild fox could not react at all, so he was hit by his finger and fell to the ground with a scream.

"Ah!" Lin Tianchu saw the wild fox fall to the ground and fell to the ground after screaming in pain. It turned out that he had been injured by Jianfeng when he was in the fight just now, and the palm just now was caused by enduring the pain.

Lin Tianchu climbed to the ground and looked at the fallen wild fox still holding a sword. With a little fear in his heart, he suddenly stretched out his hand to the sword of the king of Nanyue. Only by holding such a magic soldier in his hand could he feel safe.

However, when Lin Tianchu's hand reached over the sword of the king of Nanyue, Lin Tianchu felt safe, but felt a strong shock.

"What's going on?" Lin Tianchu can't believe that a wild climber without any kendo cultivation can not be resisted by external swordsmanship, but he, a successful kendo master, can't hold this magic soldier?

"You are too weak."

Suddenly, an empty voice came to Lin Tianchu's ears. Lin Tianchu did not believe in ghosts and gods, and did not believe in the creatures in the sword. He knew that there was a secret skill in the world that could integrate what the swordsman wanted to say into the sword in his life. When a person holds the sword, the sword spirit will invade the meridians of his sword-swhisker, and then make His meridians beat abnormally, and then he had hallucinations.

Now, it is obvious that the king of South Vietnam used the secret art a long time ago. When the swordsman without information holds the sword, the sword will "speak" on his behalf, "You are too weak."

"Weak?" Lin Tianchu felt insulted. Who is the king of Nanyue? How could he let a sword insult himself?

"You are too weak." The nihilistic voice sounded again, and the insult in the speech was a serious blow to Lin Tianchu's self-esteem. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Okay, I, Lin Tianchu, am better than you."

Lin Tianchu didn't seem to pay special attention to anything in his life before becoming a bodyguard, but now after becoming a bodyguard, because of his responsibilities, he only value Mu Xuetong and himself.

But others don't know, but he and Mu Xuetong 800 years ago know clearly that what Lin Tianchu likes most is to be looked down upon and insulted. Whoever dares to insult him as impermanent will bear the price of blood.

Lin Tianchu clenched his silver teeth, and his whole body was suddenly poured into his palm. It was strange to say that he, who should have exhausted his power in one blow just now, was able to carry his skills again because of his heart's unyielding, and now the true spirit of this luck has actually recovered.

"Ah!" Lin Tianchu shouted, and the sword in his hand continued to resist after his skills improved, and the sentence "you are too weak" was replaced by "not yet".

"How can it be?" Lin Tianchu scolded in his heart, "I'll let you see if I can do it?"

Lin Tianchu lost his strength again, and at this time, he found that his internal strength poured out like Jianghai's lack of dikes, and his cultivation had returned to 30% of that year.

"It's okay."

Finally, after a long period of struggle, Wang Jian of South Vietnam finally admitted Lin Tianchu's strength, and finally "speaks" such a sentence and stopped shaking.

"Is it okay?" Hearing this, Lin Tianchu, who calmed down, smiled bitterly. Now his 30% and a half of his skills are already a master of Xuanyi in his era, which actually made Nanyue Wang Jian leave a "okay" evaluation.

Lin Tianchu remembers that martial arts masters are divided into four levels of heaven and earth, each level is twelve grades, and Lin Tianchu's cultivation in those years has reached the horrible Tiansan grade. As long as he makes another small breakthrough, he can enter Tian Erpin and become an invincible existence under several masters.

At the beginning, when he was taming his sword in the sword in the sword mountain villa and recovered his magic soldier, his skills were only ten grades, but the magic soldier had listened to the words and dared not create it again, but now he has the realm of Xuanyipin and is so despised by a broken sword?

Lin Tianchu was not happy when he thought about it, but in the end he didn't say anything. His strength recovered. He slowly sat up from the ground, put the sword back in the brocade box and dragged his weak body out.

At this moment, he is still carrying a sword, and he doesn't know whether he really forgot it or not. He doesn't seem to have thought that this sword belongs to Mu Low Guye and does not belong to him.