Chapter 111 (1/2)
People's faces changed one after another.
The teenagers reached out to press their swords.
The elder, on the other hand, controlled the sabre with his accomplishments.
Clang clang!
The sound of the sword is still more than that.
Cao Po Tian didn't like it at first, but gradually he couldn't suppress the sky chopping sword with his mental strength, so he had to put his hand on the handle of the sword to make it unable to get out of the scabbard, but the sky chopping sword still struggled in the scabbard.
In the eastern war, he pressed the handle of the sword with both hands and struggled to control the fearless sword by his side.
Other teenagers, such as Xue Yan, song Kuiyi, song Qingfeng and Lin Haitang, also try their best to control the sword so that the ultimate sword will not fly out.
Bai Xuyun was just like a doll hanging on a big sword. He tried his best to maintain it, holding the handle of the sword with one hand and the stone pillar beside him with the other.
Of course, there are also Xia houchong, Xia Houang and others. Although they tried their best to maintain it, they could not control the sword around their waist. In the clang sound, the sword flew out and shot at Lin Beichen.
Whew, whew!
Like the immortal flying sword.
Dozens of swords broke through the air and were about two meters away from Lin Beichen.
This let already want to hand of Chu trace, relaxed a breath, hold still.
Just then——
”Yes.”
Fan zuang drank with joy.
I saw the word ”de” coming down, and finally completed the whole process of naming the sword.
He was sweating and flushed, as if he had collapsed from a serious illness, but the ecstasy in his eyes could not be concealed.
In this case, although Fu Ming is difficult, it is a rare chance for the master of sword casting. With the cooperation of the master of sword, the whole process of Fu Jian Ling is like a warrior breaking the bottleneck of cultivation, which means that his cultivation of sword casting has made a qualitative leap. Maybe it won't be long before he can practice the skill of Fu Jian soul.
Lin Beichen only felt a sense of blood communication, which came from the hilt of Dejian.
This two handed sword seems to be an extension of one's own arm, and it seems to be one with one's own body.
It's more comfortable than when he held any sword before.
It's like when I was a game house in my previous life, I finally grasped Naizi's feeling in countless fantasies.
Every swordsman should have his own sword.
So it is.
He waved his sword.
Clang clang!
More than ten swords suspended in the air broke in an instant
It's broken.
”Scared?”
Lin Beichen noticed that something was wrong around him.
”Did you... Attack me when I wasn't paying attention?”
The brain flies fast to turn, Lin Beichen does not hesitate to throw a pot directly, way: ”too shameless. However, as you can see, my virtue didn't touch your sword just now, so I won't pay for these broken swords. ”
Lin is an Iron Rooster now.
Want him to pay?
impossible.
When Xia houchong and others saw this scene, they were all in tears.
Although their saber is not the most precious weapon, it is also a weapon that can be chosen by thousands of people. It is worth a lot of money. It was only after they had abandoned their mind that they got it. As a result, it was so inexplicably broken that their hearts were bleeding.
”One hundred percent fit, one sword out, one hundred swords destroyed, ha ha, Congratulations, Xiaoyou, you got a sword that fits you.”
Fan zuang's eyes flashed the color of shock, carefully covered up, and said with a smile.
Sword of fit?
”What's that?”
Lin Beichen stares big eyes of ignorance.
”Ha ha, the beauty of it is known to you in the future.” Fan zuang did not explain, but said with a smile: ”there are two other swords. Let me continue to name them for you.”
How did this guy suddenly become so enthusiastic?
The change of attitude before and after is too obvious, isn't it?
Suspiciously, Lin Beichen handed the silver sword to him and said, ”it's called Duolan.”
Fan zuang was stunned: ”Duolan?”