[Task: Please kill the "invisible thing" in front of you... Complete.

Reward: ‘Projection of the Sword’]

Translucent words emerge before your eyes.

The North Yuan Nanfeng, who witnessed the transformation of the Tai family's divine master into ashes and then left no trace of it, paused.

Slowly stood up from the ground.

Then in the puzzled sight of several bystanders.

He looked around.

He is looking for a sword.

at last.

The north and south winds are guided by the system.

Not far from where the Lord of the Ping clan turned into ashes, behind him.

Found my own reward.

That 'Tiancongyun Sword'...

For some reason.

The entire person of the God Lord of the Ping family turned into ashes.

The sword is still lying there.

I saw that it was the "Tiancongyun Sword".

Beiyuan Nanfeng's mouth twitched.

He walked over and picked up the sword on the ground.

It's okay to give rewards on the spot.

So stingy.

What do you want this sword for?

and……

“It’s so ugly.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the sword in his hand and complained a few times.

【…What do you like?】

The system seemed to hear his words.

A line of words gradually appeared before his eyes.

Beiyuan Nanfeng showed an interesting expression and said, "Can you choose any more?"

【Please close your eyes and imagine the handsome knife you want.】

"I understand so much? I didn't start thinking about it and took it as a prerequisite."

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the projection of the "Tiancongyun Sword" in his hand, smiled, and closed his eyes.

Begin to imagine.

Basically, it is based on Mio Natsume's knife.

Then add a little detail.

The sword in his hand.

Close his eyes as he closed.

It has slowly changed.

First, the sword body becomes longer, then the sword width becomes narrower, one end becomes dull and becomes back, the other end becomes a blade, and then the color of the entire sword body changes.

final.

The projection of the 'Tiancongyun Sword' turned into a knife more than one meter long.

Beiyuan Nanfeng opened his eyes and looked down at the knife in his hand.

Very satisfied.

The knife in his hand had a very small curvature and was black overall, but the blade pattern was red, which contrasted with the black-red handle.

Watch up close.

It seems that you can still feel a faint sense of sharpness.

Very handsome.

Beiyuan Nanfeng weighed the knife in his hand.

Then he walked towards Mio Natsume.

"Brother of righteousness..."

Natsume Mio took a step forward, met him, and whispered to him.

"Your knife seems to have become handsome, aren't you surprised?"

Just now, Beiyuan Nanfeng, who was a little guilty, nodded and pretended that nothing had happened.

He directly lifted the new knife in his hand and inserted it into the scabbard she was holding.

but.

The size is not right.

His new knife could not be stuffed in at all.

"Hey... it's strange. I can pull it out just now."

The north and south winds are blocked.

“…”

Natsume Mio looked at him and tinkered for a while, finally couldn't help it. She stretched out her hand and held his wrist: "It can't be stuffed in! Brother Yi! It's too big and the size is wrong. If the knife is broken, it will be broken... Don't do it."

"Well...sorry."

Beiyuan Nanfeng glanced at her, finished pretending to be stupid and smiled.

"What's going on with this knife?"

The warrior Yan Yi, who was not far away, pulled out his sword and took it back, came to the two brothers and sisters and asked in surprise.

Just now, the sword was transformed into a knife, and he also saw it with his own eyes.

"have no idea."

Beiyuan Nanfeng put away the smile on his face and looked back at him: "If I insist on saying anything, I will pick it up and it will become like this. What's wrong? Do you want to grab it? Or..."

Kitahara Nanfeng slightly turned his head and turned his gaze to Fujiki Masato who was holding Milou Kei: "Do you want to confiscate?"

"No, I'm just curious." Samurai Yan shook her head.

“No need.”

Masato Fujiki also waved his hand.

Then, he was silent for a while and then said, "But there is one thing I'm really curious about, I hope you can answer it."

"What?"

"How did you do it? Look directly at the Lord of the Hirashi."

"I don't know either. You should know that I avoided His sight at the beginning. But just now, I really found that I was not affected, probably that's it."

Kitahara Nanfeng stood in front of Mio Natsume, lifted up his knife, and gently tapped his shoulder with the back of the knife: "In addition, I don't know other issues. Anyway, I was forced to come over and participate in your inexplicable attack, and then forced to take action. This is the whole process, I don't know anything."

"...You really know how to talk."

Miran Kei, who was leaning against Fujiki Masato, interrupted with a smile.

Beiyuan Nanfeng: "That's the truth."

"Then except for those things you don't know, just talking about your combat power is not like an ordinary clergy... Not everyone can do it by the way, and there is also the clergy of the White Bear Shrine."

"I am only seventeen years old. I was bad before. Is it a little more powerful and powerful? Isn't it reasonable?"

"you……"

Sanlun Gui was speechless.

Then he seemed to think what he said was interesting and laughed out loud.

"Also, I'll correct you a little bit, police officer."

Kitahara Nanfeng slowly took the knife off his shoulder: "The death of the White Bear Shrine clergy is strictly not my business, I am considered self-defense."

Masato Fujiki looked at his half-lifted knife and said expressionlessly: "I know that if you are cut, you will be eroded. He will become crazy. You are in self-defense, I can understand."
To be continued...