Chapter 214： Han Jian (2/2)

”Song Jian, you can choose it by yourself and see what is in hand!” Wu Xuan said.

Song Jianshun took out the longest sword closest to him and took a scabbard to take a closer look. These swords were just forged, and although they were opened, they were never used;

Song Jian reached out and gently bounced on the blade, ”click”, a tiny crack spread from the place where he played.

”What are these things!” Song Jian's face suddenly darkened, he inserted the sword back into the sheath, and put it back into the equipment rack.

The next Wu Xuan watched, and whispered, ”No, why can't such a shoddy product appear? This rebate may be too harsh.”

Song Jian burst seven or eight swords in a row and became a little impatient;

”Well, this one is good!” Song Jian drew another one. This sword was heavier than the previous ones in weight. The blade was long and narrow, and it was ground in all directions.

Gently bounce, ”Om ~” a crisp sword sounded, the blade trembled slightly, and the light was refracted, like a clear water.

”That's it!” Song Jian inserted the sword back into the scabbard, held it in his hand, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

”Okay, just go!” Wu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Weapons are crucial in weapon warfare. If weapons fail, half of their strength will be lost.

After waiting for more than an hour, it was Song Jian's turn to play. At this time, there was a lot of blood on the ring. Three or four service personnel were holding it up. After another ten minutes, the ring was wiped clean.

Stepping on the hard rubber floor on the ring, Song Jian still smelled a faint **** smell, and he felt a bit stunned. As long as he stepped on this ring, he was fighting with his life, even if he died, he was seriously injured. Spent in bed or in a wheelchair.

Song Jian took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the opposite man in a white gown. The man was holding a long knife in his arms and a short knife hanging around his waist. His body stood straight and his eyes were cold.

Song Jian was deaf to the explanations by the audience and the noise of the audience, with only opponents in his eyes;

”How does this guy look a little like Japan?” Song Jian narrowed his eyes ~~ and looked at each other up and down;

Clang ~

”Game start!”

A crisp bell rang, and the other man in the white gown burst into a sudden scream, pulled out a long knife, and rushed towards Song Jian;

”Well, katana, really Little Japan!” Song Jian narrowed his eyes and pressed the spring with his right hand, and the scabbard popped out.

The left hand grabbed the scabbard and threw it forward, and the scabbard flew towards the opponent like a sharp arrow;

”Tessor!” The samurai sword in the hands of Little Japan waved forward fiercely, and the scabbard was cut into two parts, and the slaughtering intention came towards him.

Song Jian swings his sword with one hand, and his wrist keeps turning while he rushes forward. The long sword is as light as a lamp grass in his hand, making a low whistling sound;

”Dead!” Seeing the little Japan coming to his face, Song Jian waved his right hand, and the sword in his hand was slammed hard against the opponent's head;

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