It has to be said that every sword in this sword box can be called a peerless sword. The four left swords are both offensive and defensive, while the right four swords should be mainly used for killing.
"I have a sword, and the dragon comes out of the sea to overwhelm Huangting!!"
The sword intent swept over him, and Chen Changsheng couldn't help but feel his eyes light up. Speaking of which, this was also the first time he saw a swordsman in the world.
'Is this the sword's intention...'
The dragon soared up, its sword intention activated its sword energy, and under the package of energy and blood, it killed Chen Changsheng with fierce killing intent.
This sword is extraordinary.
However, this method of flying swords requires the swordsman to invest considerable mental power. A mortal may be helpless when faced with this method of flying swords, but in front of Chen Changsheng, he only needed one thought to gain control of the flying swords.
.
Not to mention that the sword flew entirely thanks to the magic power in his hair.
"bite."
A crisp sound.
Chen Changsheng put a finger on the tip of the dragon's sword. Just like before, the sword stopped again.
"Disperse."
An edict.
The mixed sword energy and sword intent were all shattered at this moment.
"puff."
Yan Beian felt something sweet in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He knelt on the ground with one foot, covering his chest with his hands, and there was unconcealable surprise in his eyes.
Yan Beian stared at the gentleman in green shirt in front of him, and a possibility suddenly occurred to him.
"You are not a warrior!!"
Chen Changsheng blinked and said, "Did you just react?"
Yan Beian staggered to his feet, his expression solemn. At this moment, the blood in his body was tense and his sword intent was hard to condense under the scolding of the gentleman just now.
He also understood that in his current situation, there was no way he could defeat this person.
"Can you talk properly if you don't fight?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Yan Beian fell silent, he was a little hard to make a decision.
He actually has one last sword left, but if he uses it, he may be able to make a gamble, but even if he wins the gamble and survives in the end, his martial arts skills will be ruined.
"Still trying to fight but can't you?"
Chen Changsheng found it a little difficult to understand, and said: "Are you warriors so stupid? If you don't agree, you will draw your sword? Did I say I will kill you?"
In the end, Yan Beian did not choose the worst outcome.
He put away his blood energy and sword intent and calmed down.
"What to talk about?"
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but smile, pointed to the sword box, and said, "Let's talk about this sword box and Chen's sword."
He took a few steps forward and approached Yan Beian.
Yan Beian blocked the sword box behind him to prevent Chen Changsheng from approaching.
Chen Changsheng glanced at him and said: "If you can mobilize five of the nine swords, you should be invincible in the world."
"Nine handles?"
Yan Beian felt a little puzzled when he heard this.
"Um?"
Seeing his puzzled look, Chen Changsheng suddenly came to his senses.
"you do not know?"
Yan Beian frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Chen Changsheng reacted and said: "I think so, when that person gave the sword box to you, he probably wouldn't tell you that there was a ninth sword in it."
Yan Beian saw that this man didn't seem to be lying in his words.
Is it possible that there really is a ninth sword?
Why he never knew in the past two years.
Chen Changsheng pointed to the sword box and said, "The ninth sword is in the middle. You should be able to see it if you open the iron plate outside."
Yan Beian looked sideways at the sword box beside him. He looked at the iron box in the middle with two sides separated, and he couldn't help but have the idea of opening it and taking a look.
"But I have to remind you one thing." Chen Changsheng said: "If the sword in the middle is taken out, the sword box will be useless, and you will never be able to use the flying sword method again."
Yan Beian seemed to believe this person's words and asked: "Why?"
"The other eight swords in your sword box are all made of ordinary iron, and the warrior's blood has no aura. How can you use this flying sword method?"
Chen Changsheng said: "You are able to wield the Flying Sword only because you borrowed the magic power from the ninth sword in this box."
Yan Beian was relieved and asked: "What kind of magic power?"
"Isn't what Chen said straightforward enough?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Yan Beian couldn't believe it, and asked: "Then how do you know this?"
Chen Changsheng pointed to the sword box and said, "That sword is mine."
Yan Beian looked at him without saying a word.
Seeing that he was silent, Chen Changsheng didn't want to linger any longer and said, "You have to know that I'm not negotiating with you now."
Yan Beian turned to look at the sword box again.
He sighed in his heart, knowing that he couldn't resist.
He raised his hand and called: "Chunqiu."
The flying sword responded and fell into his hand.
Yan Beian held the sword in his hand. He glanced at the person in front of him, then turned his head and swung the sword down.
"Zheng."
The middle box of the Shifang Sword Box was cut open from the top.
The hilt of a sword was revealed in his eyes.
Yan Beian stretched out his hand to pull out the sword, but heard Chen Changsheng say: "You can't pull it out."
Yan Beian tried to pull it out, but the result was just like the gentleman said, he couldn't pull out the sword.
"I'll do it." Chen Changsheng said.
Yan Beian let go of his hand and watched how the man drew his sword.
"Sword comes out."
Chen Changsheng raised his hand and issued an order.
"Buzz!"
In an instant, the surrounding sand dunes suddenly shook.
A hurricane suddenly set off in the desert, gradually spreading where the sword box was sitting.
'Vision?'
Yan Beian was shocked and turned around again.
"Dang, Dang, Dang..."
The Shifang Sword Box shook.
The sword hidden in the middle was unsheathed from the box.
As soon as Yan Beian raised his hand, he saw a flying dragon appear in front of him, and the sword fell into the hands of the person in front of him.
Chen Changsheng stretched out a finger and flicked the sword lightly.
"bite."
The crisp sound of swords sounded in the desert.
But who would have known that this was more than just a sound of swords, Mr. Na's sword flicked.
A wave of waves spread and turned into a strong wind, blowing away the surrounding sand and gravel.
When all this calms down.
Only then did Yan Bei'an come back to his senses. He looked at the sword in Chen Changsheng's hand. From what he saw, it was just an ordinary sword. It was not as good as Spring and Autumn, not as good as Dogwood, and not as good as this sword box.
Any sword in it.
But why...
Will the sword have such power when it trembles?
Chen Changsheng is naturally satisfied with this sword. The only shortcoming is probably that there is no spirit in the sword, but it doesn't matter. The purpose of making this sword is to store mana without having to pull out the hair from time to time.
Yan Beian looked at the sword, he was a little stunned and speechless for a moment.
Chen Changsheng put away his sword.
"Let's all go back."
He raised his hand and made a move, and the other swords scattered around returned to the sword one by one "obediently".
"Crack, click, click..."
The sound of the mechanism sounded again, the sword box was closed, and stood firmly beside Yan Beian.
Yan Beian suddenly came to his senses and asked, "What kind of sword is this sword?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and gave him an answer.