1570. A year of retreat【1】
As he spoke, the egret stretched out his hand, and with a thought, a white light flashed in his hand, and a white sword appeared in his hand.
Throwing the sword in his hand to Bingyan, Bailu glanced at Jianjian, and both of them disappeared into the ice palace.
Qu Dingtian had known this, so he quickly jumped on Jianjian's body and hugged Jianjian's neck, and disappeared together with Jianjian and Egret.
Bing Yan quickly took the sword that was thrust straight at him, and said with lingering fear: "It's too scary. If I hadn't received this sword, it wouldn't have drilled a hole in my body..."
Before she could speak, Bing Yan looked at the white sword in her hand that was undulating inch by inch. She was slightly startled, her pupils tightened, and she stood up abruptly.
"Is this... a fighting weapon...?"
Bingyan stuttered a bit as he spoke, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.
She raised her eyes and saw that He Xian and Yi Hucheng each held a sword in their hands. Judging from the waves emanating from the swords, they were also fighting weapons.
"Oh my God...Three fighting weapons...What on earth did Qingsha Bailu do?" Bing Yan couldn't believe his eyes.
Fighting utensils are inherently rare, so seeing one is considered a blessing.
But this time, Bingyan not only got a fighting weapon, but she also saw three of them with her own eyes!
Three!!!
Bing Yan could clearly feel that his breathing seemed to be a little hasty.
He Xian hugged Bing Yan and sat on the chair. He took the opportunity to steal a scent from Bing Yan's face, and then said: "Bai Lu is a weapon refiner."
In one sentence, Bingyan understood everything.
The fighting weapon that shocked her was actually made by the woman named Qingsha Bailu.
Her heart seemed to be trembling, and Bingyan clicked her tongue. Fortunately, she and that woman had turned enemies into friends.
Otherwise...even if she lets the entire Ice Tribe fight, she won't be able to win...
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Return to the Shenwu Continent and stand on the outskirts of the Sunset Desert.
Jianjian glanced coldly at Qu Dingtian, who was hanging on his body like an octopus. Qu Dingtian's hands holding his neck almost strangled him on the way there.
"Qu Dingtian, since you have arrived at your hometown, please leave." Bailu looked at Qu Dingtian lightly and said.
Perhaps because Qu Dingtian's eyes and mind were too clean, Bailu didn't want Qu Dingtian, who was as clean as white paper, to be contaminated by blood.
If he wanted to follow her, there would be fighting and killing, life and death, and his hands would be stained with murder.
"No, I want to influence you." Qu Dingtian's eyes were shining with determination like lightning.
With a cold smile, Bailu rushed to Qu Dingtian's side. Without hesitation, Bailu raised his foot and kicked him to the edge of the sky.
Looking at Qu Dingtian's figure gradually disappearing in the sky, the egret's eyes flickered, "Follow me, and even the whitest paper will be stained with color."
"I would rather be infected..." Jianjian said suddenly.
Bailu glanced at Jianjian without knowing why, and shrugged, "You are originally black..."
The corners of Jianjian's eyes twitched and he snorted coldly. He raised his slender fingers and brushed a piece of broken hair from his forehead, "I'm not black, I'm handsome..."
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The two of them walked towards the Sunset Desert, and there were slight fluctuations in the dry land.
The red sun is scorching in the sky, surrounded by endless deserts and endless dry land...
Chapter completed!