Xu Qingmu stretched out his hand to form a sword technique, and faced the broken sword in the air, performing the lowest level of sword control. You must know that although this sword control is a low-level calligraphy, it can be refined into a masterpiece, and all swords in the world can be controlled. Back then,
The Sword Emperor Song Zihan went to the Immortal Platform alone. He was a master of sword control and committed suicide by borrowing the swords of tens of thousands of people in the audience.
But in the face of Xu Qingmu's control of the sword, the sword floating in the air made no movement. It still just floated up and down, but was not summoned by Xu Qingmu.
Very strange.
Wang Shuai also noticed something fishy here. He approached Xu Qingmu and asked in a low voice: "What level is your sword control skills at now?"
Xu Qingmu was a little surprised. You must know that even the artifact of the year, the Water Sword, could be controlled by his sword-handling skills, but the broken sword in front of him seemed not to be affected at all. Xu Qingmu looked at Wang Shuai and curled his lips.
: "It's already top-notch, can you believe it?"
Wang Shuai looked at Broken Sword, then at Xu Qingmu, and nodded seriously: "I believe it."
The middle-aged man Zhou Lao looked at Xu Qingmu with a smile, and said with some schadenfreude: "Have you found that you can't control this sword? Let alone you, even I don't care about this sword at all, as if it's just a sword.
It recognizes you as its father, but other people can't get into its eyes." Xu Qingmu and Wang Shuai were dumbfounded, even Mr. Zhou couldn't control this sword? What is the origin of this sword?
Xu Qingmu gave up on sword control, put his fingers in his mouth, bit his thumb, and then smeared the blood on the broken sword. He once heard Li Chengru say that there is such a kind of spiritual energy in this world, which can open spiritual wisdom very early.
, and only recognizes one master in his life. There is only one way for those who can truly control this spiritual weapon, and that is the blood of inheritance.
Xu Qingmu was a little curious. If this sword was really his father's sword, then there was a high probability that his blood essence could awaken the sword spirit of this sword and subdue it.
He looked at the blood dripping on the broken sword, but the broken sword did not react at all.
Failed?
Xu Qingmu was a little unwilling and stretched out his thumb that was still bleeding. His voice was not loud, but it was extremely shocking: "Sword - come -!"
The next second, the broken sword that had been floating motionless kept trembling. The remaining half of the sword made a clanging sound and kept chirping softly in the air. Then, as if it had awakened and recognized its master, it moved gracefully through the air.
The arc of the child threw him into Xu Qingmu's arms, like a child who had not been home for many years and now finally found his home.
The broken sword kept trembling in Xu Qingmu's hand, seeming a little excited, and the endless sword energy from his body leaked out, but it did not hurt Xu Qingmu in the slightest. But Wang Shuai on the side was a little bit troubled, those extremely rich sword energy
He kept slashing at Wang Shuai, and after a while, Wang Shuai became a little overwhelmed and shouted to Xu Qingmu: "This sword energy is too strong, I will hide first!"
Xu Qingmu was completely immersed in the joy of holding this broken sword. Endless sword energy continued to pour into Xu Qingmu's body, and then was driven out by the famous dragon energy. As he entered and exited, Xu Qingmu's cultivation continued to strengthen.
Mr. Zhou on the side laughed and said: "As expected of her chosen successor, is he even so lucky?"
A group of people all looked at him sideways, not understanding what the middle-aged man Zhou meant.
Mr. Zhou laughed and said: "Spirit Sword Choosing the Master, I have lived for most of my life, but this is the first time I have seen such a scene."