The afterglow of the setting sun shines down like a faint golden glow.
Grandma Lu Qiong's hand holding the red gold crutch could not help but tremble slightly, and she looked at the girl in front of her in astonishment.
Those bloody and resolute eyes were as calm as an ancient well, as quiet as the night, and seemed to have been imprinted on the soul of Granny Lu Qiong.
"Miss Ye deserves to be the daughter of the Northern Marquis of Shenwu Zhen, and she deserves to be the Third Master Ye of Chang'an. It is really eye-catching. This battle is truly exciting!"
After a long time, Grandma Lu Qiong took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and said, "Chu'er, why don't you go get the Red Divine Sword."
Grandma Lu Qiong's eyes were cloudy, and a flash of extreme ferocity suddenly flashed deep in her eyes, as if she was mocking her.
What she knew very well was that the Red Divine Sword that was wandering in Shenxuan Academy had already been broken by that crazy woman Mu Sheng.
Even if Ye Chuyue defeated Ye Ying, she would only get back a broken knife.
Chu Yue stood on the golden steps, with a bone-crushing battle ax stuck beside her, motionless as a mountain, waiting for the Red Divine Sword.
The evening breeze stirred up the blood-stained black dress.
She looked like a soldier, standing with her head held high and her chest erect, exuding an iron-clad majesty.
One hundred thousand disciples looked up below, wondering what kind of sword it was and why it became Chang'an's belief.
Not long after, Nangong Chu turned around and walked back, bringing with him a simple long sandalwood box. His slender legs walked through the golden steps and came to Chu Yue.
Looking at it from a close distance, Nangongchu felt that the skin could be broken by a blow, as white as snow, stained with a little blood, and the strong visual impact was like a fleeting beauty.
Nangong's eyes flashed darkly at first, then he smiled politely and opened the ancient sandalwood box in front of everyone.
Grandma Lu Qiong laughed silently, suddenly feeling quite contented.
Countless eyes intertwined here, waiting for the rebirth of the Red Divine Sword.
In the banquet below, Xue Cheng shook his folding fan and introduced to Zhuge Hong and others: "Back then, I, the Marquis of Zhenbei, took this red divine sword and rode a black gold unicorn horse, entering and exiting seven times, and killed the enemy.
The army was defeated. Young people born in Chang'an have all known the Red Divine Sword since they were young."
Zhuge Hong, Leng Qingshuang and others couldn't help but look at the ancient sandalwood box in Nangongchu's hand.
When the box was opened, Xue Cheng suddenly fell silent, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked over in astonishment.
Everyone saw that what was resting in the ancient sandalwood box were two severed knives.
Some of the disciples from the Shenwu Empire looked at the broken sword and their limbs felt cold, as if a cold air rushed straight towards Tianling Gai.
The Red God Broken Sword is like the declining Shenwu Empire and the frustrated Chang'an boy...
At this time, Granny Lu Qiong stood up on crutches and looked at Chu Yue with a smile: "Miss Ye, when the knife flowed into Shenxuan, it was already broken. It is recorded in the treasure pavilion of the college.
Miss Ye can check it out."
Chu Yue pursed her lips and said nothing, her eyes fell on the knife, as if she could see Mu Qinghuang fighting on the battlefield, how heroic he looked.
Now, with the knife cut and the man in the coffin, a generation of heroes has come to an end.
Chu Yue laughed bitterly.
"Little Ye Zi, the Red God Sword has a sword soul. Your Shennong's power can cure the sword soul. Try using Shennong's power." Xuanyuan cultivated in Shennong's space.
"Miss Ye, pick up the knife." Grandma Lu Qiong said kindly.
He Xiongshan, Yun Huan and others turned around and looked at each other, but they were filled with distressed expressions.
Even Ye Ying, who was seriously injured, frowned when looking at Chu Yue's figure.
In the eyes of countless people, Chu Yue slowly stretched out her catkin-like hand under the gaze of everyone.
The bright wrists and slender hands were sometimes stained with dazzling blood.
She grasped the handle of the knife resolutely and resolutely, her palms filled with the power of Shennong.
Grandma Lu Qiong smiled even more, her soul seemed to be elated and clamoring for victory.
But in an instant, at Chu Yue's fingertips, strong golden holy light emitted from the ancient sandalwood box, refracted in all directions, covering Chu Yue's figure, making it unreal.
Everyone could only vaguely see the outline of the figure in the holy light, and Chu Yue slowly picked up the knife.
When the golden light gradually dispersed, it was unbelievable that the broken Red Divine Sword actually merged into one and became a complete handle!
Chu Yue picked up the Red Divine Sword and raised it high in the air, but when she saw her sword flying in the air, the golden light blade swept away like a storm, crushing her forward.
That blade was so powerful that it directly shattered the martial arts throne under Granny Lu Qiong!
The martial arts throne was crushed into powder, and Granny Lu Qiong's body fell.
Granny Lu Qiong was in a panic, and quickly stabilized her figure, standing on the martial arts platform below, but she still looked a little embarrassed.
Grandma Lu Qiong frowned with gray eyebrows, but her heart was in turmoil. She didn't understand how the broken Red Divine Sword returned to wholeness!
"Mr. Lu, why did you fall?"
Chu Yue held the knife in one hand, looking down at Granny Lu Qiong with a smile, her face full of innocence.
Grandma Lu Qiong's mouth twitched fiercely, anger arose in her heart and turned to her guts, and she stared at Chu Yue angrily.
This girl definitely wanted to embarrass herself in public on purpose.