Liu Feng was extremely excited and murmured to himself: "I finally found a weapon, an excellent weapon!"

This sword is different from the bulky and thick two-handed swords of this period. It is more like a decorative sword. It is slender and slender. The scabbard is about two inches wide and one inch thick, and the length is about one and a half meters.

"Zheng!" The sword was unsheathed, and cold air overflowed. Everyone felt a cold light flash before their eyes, and their whole bodies were chilled. Chen Dao subconsciously clenched the long knife, and his muscles tensed, realizing that the murderous intention was emanating from the sword.

Only then did I relax.

"What a sword. This sword suits me just right." Liu Feng looked in admiration. He held the sword in front of his eyes with one hand and carefully examined it. Liu Feng's movements were dexterous and extremely fast. In this era, either two-handed swords were thick and bulky, or they were so fragile.

The vulnerable accessories, even the one-handed sword, are still very heavy. The first priority of swordsmanship is dexterity and speed. He is not used to using that kind of bulky weapon, so Liu Feng has not had a handy weapon for such a long time.[

"What does it say?"

The light flashed, and Liu Feng faintly saw that the cold sword seemed to have two ancient seals naturally formed on it. Even if you touch it with your hands, you may not be able to feel the traces, but you can really see it with your eyes. He turned the sword over, and the same thing happened.

There are also two ancient seal scripts on the other side. The characters are flying and the spirit of justice is strong.

Liu Feng couldn't tell what was written on it after looking at it for a long time, so he showed it to Xu Tianzheng and said, "Bo Yuan, you are very knowledgeable. Take a look at what is written on it. It might be the name of the sword or the person who made it."

Tian Zheng looked at it carefully for a moment and thought for a moment: "Long Yuan...Seven Stars!"

"Long Yuan?" Liu Feng's eyes widened and he was in disbelief: "Isn't this one of the top ten legendary swords? It actually exists, and I got it. Uh... I don't know if it's the same sword."

Tian Zheng glanced at Liu Feng in confusion: "Bo Yuan has heard of Long Yuan's sword, but what are the top ten divine swords?"

Liu Feng chuckled: "I accidentally saw it from an unofficial history. I can't take it seriously. Please tell me the origin of this sharp weapon." Of course, I can't say that I saw it from an online article in my previous life.

Tian Zheng smiled: "Seven-star Longyuan, also known as Longquan, was made by Ou Zhizi, a master swordsmith during the Warring States Period. It is said that he traveled to famous mountains and rivers, and finally collected iron ying at the foot of Cishan Mountain, and used it to smelt iron and make swords in Longquan.

Beside Qinxi Mountain, a high-quality cold spring was found under two thousand-year-old pines, and a pool was dug to store water to form the Sword Pool."

"Ou Yezi climbed mountains and rivers again, and took out a sharp bright stone from a gloomy and bitterly cold place, and used it to slowly sharpen the sword. After two years, he finally forged three famous swords, the first one

It's called Longyuan, the second one is called Tai'a, and the third one is called Gongbu."

Liu Feng's face blossomed with joy. The more extraordinary the origin of the Longyuan Sword, the happier he was. After all, from now on, this magical weapon would be his personal sword, a companion who would help him cut through waves and conquer the world.

Chen Dao showed a look of envy. As a warrior, his favorite thing in his life is undoubtedly a sword and a famous horse. With these two kinds of food, he can achieve success, wealth and power, and other things are naturally not a problem.

Liu Feng took the sword, his arm trembled, and afterimages suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hey!" The sword was sheathed, Liu Feng held Long Yuan tightly and came to the last treasure chest.

There was a "ding-ding-dong-dong" sound of iron pieces falling from behind, but it was where the sword shadow had just passed. Five one-inch square pieces were cut out of the treasure box in front of it. Only then did they fall, and the ones inside were cut off.

The golden threads of the horseshoe were intact.

"My lord, your swordsmanship is good!" Chen Dao's eyes lit up and he admired from the bottom of his heart.

Liu Feng smiled slightly but did not answer. He raised his hand and pushed open the last treasure chest.
Chapter completed!