Chapter 2483 (1/2)

What is a sword, the king of all kinds of weapons, a gentleman in weapons, or just a handy weapon. In Chen Fan's opinion, these descriptions are all right, but they are all wrong.

First of all, the sword is a killing tool!

It was made to kill people!

One sword stabs out, there is death but no life!

In Chen Fan's opinion, this is the most suitable word to describe sword.

Since it's for killing people, it's certainly a fierce soldier. How can you be so sharp.

Therefore, in the first stage of cultivating the sword, chen fan prepared to start with the word ”sharp”.

So what is a sharp edge.

You can't kill the world, you can't kill the world.

In Chen Fan's opinion, it is sharp!

His sword is fierce, and he is in charge of killing and cutting. Therefore, as long as we start from this aspect, we can easily see the leopard and understand one or two.

This is the power of the supernatural powers.

Ten thousand people practice, there will be 10000 different ways of understanding, it is difficult to say which is more powerful or more useful.

Can only say, which is more suitable for themselves.

Obviously, refining into a fierce weapon is very consistent with Chen Fan's character.

If you don't have a sword, then you will kill someone. That's what Chen Fan wants.

In pursuit of this direction, chen fan's whole body state is undergoing earth shaking changes.

The person who feels the most about this is the dawn.

At the moment, she stayed in the same cave and could clearly feel the gradual changes in Chen fan.

Fierce! Sharp!

The whole person seems to be with eye-catching light, hot and dazzling.

The most important thing is that all over Chen Fan's body, there is an endless flow of sword Qi. Every sword Qi swept can leave a deep scar on the surrounding wall.

Dawn's eyes were full of curiosity, and she leaned in a little, trying to observe carefully.

But just as she had more movements, a sword came.

At the critical moment, the morning sun shrinks back at the fastest speed, which is to ensure their own safety.

But a wisp of hair, but from the air slowly falling.

Looking at the falling hair, the face of dawn, a touch of fear.

She knew that if she didn't hide quickly, it would not be her hair that fell at the moment.