To be precise, it is a skeleton with a sword, and the skeleton tail finger is a knuckle created by pure gold.
The black sword, the sword of the sword was sharp, with a faint blue light, holding the pale and gloomy skeleton broken palm.
It makes people look creepy, but feels extraordinary, and there is a sense of being able to cut the magic and kill the demon!
For a while, the original atmosphere of the enchanting auction room became extremely quiet.
Bicudi, who was just photographed at a high price for three nights, also re -changed a formal black robe of the Sudan Empire, and came to the stage.
"Everyone, guess, what is this?"
She smiled at everyone present, throwing a quote.
The people present were silent for a while, and suddenly someone tentatively asked: "Where is this remote sponsors?"
There is also a humanitarian that believes in Buddhism: "Why must it be Taoist? I think more like the Buddhist King Kong pestle!"
Bicudi was a meal and laughed: "It is also possible to take the evil spirits. Speaking of the owner of this broken palm and heavy sword, he was full of evil spirits and killed more than 10 million people.
He is right! "
As soon as this remark came out, the field was uproar.
Everyone has a lot of discussions and excited.
"Bicui, is it which king of your Sudan Kingdom?"
"Hey, is there anything worth shooting, Xiaoguo Fanbang!"
"What vision, that is obviously the sword of the Central Plains!"
There was some noise, and the atmosphere also set off to the extreme.
In the box of Ming Lanruo, she was like a ice cave, her fingers trembled unconsciously, and she tightened her seat handle.
In her mind, the ugly housekeeper and the black market owner's words in her mind -Xiao Shuai's relics.
If the sword and skeleton's palm is the remains of the grandfather ...
What does that mean?
Xu Xiuyi looked at the people around her, clenched her arm silently: "Sister Ming."
If Ming Lan was silent, he didn't speak.
In all kinds of hustle and bustle guessing, Bicudi suddenly stretched out his hand wearing leather gloves, stroked the long sword, slowly authentic ——
"The darkness is coming, and my red blood will be immediately before the tens of millions of people.
As soon as this remark, the entire auction room was calm, and the crowboy was silent for a while.
As if everyone was at that moment, in the long -distance time and space, the dark sky, the silent tens of millions of iron armor, the quiet battle horse, the battle flag hunted by the red blood.
I heard the air ...
The taste of iron and blood.
Huangsha and Blizzard are intertwined, Jian Feng pointed out, the flames are burning.
Seeing those silent iron armored soldiers, holding the knife and holding the sword, behind the people who lived a lot of lively people, and those iron armored stood in the dark storm in the dark snow.
Blizzard buried them, but they could not retreat, and the white bones turned into the Great Wall to block the darkness.
"I go out, eight hundred gold!" Someone suddenly shouted.
"So rare goods, one thousand two gold!"
"I am me, I ... 1,522!"
Bicui laughed: "Okay, it seems that you already know what this is. The only leftovers left by Marshal Xiao and the sword he held tightly when he died.
He first cut off his hand and reserved the souvenirs -the soul of the Red Blood Corps. Now the auction starts, there is no bottom price, no upper limit, and the price is not less than two hundred two gold each time! "
Listening to the outbreak of exclaiming and the excited bid. This chapter has been completed!