To be precise, it was a broken palm of the skeleton holding a sword, and the fingers of the skeleton were made of pure gold, which was strange, gloomy and gorgeous.
The black heavy sword, sharp and creepy, shining with a faint blue light, was held in the pale and gloomy skeleton's broken palm.
It makes people feel creepy, but they also feel extraordinary. They even feel the arrogance of killing gods and destroying demons and killing all evil spirits!
For a moment, the auction hall, which was originally beautiful and enchanting, became extremely quiet, and the distinguished guests who were holding the women and stroking them stopped.
Beatrice, who had just been sold for three nights at a high price, now changed into a formal black robe of the Sultan Empire and walked onto the stage.
"Dear guests, guess what this is?"
She looked at everyone present with a smile and threw out an introduction.
Everyone present was silent for a while, and suddenly someone asked tentatively: "Which evil thing is this recommended by the Taoist temple?"
There are also people who believe in Buddhism saying: "Why must be from Taoism? I think it is more like a Buddhist vajra!"
Bi Cuisi paused and smiled: "It's okay to take it to suppress evil. Speaking of which, the master of the broken palm and heavy sword is full of evil spirits and kills more than tens of millions of people. Generally, ghosts and gods are really afraid to do it with
He meets it!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Everyone was talking and excited.
"Bethis, is it a king of your Sultanate?"
"Hey, is there anything worth shooting? Small country franchises!"
"What's the point? That's obviously a Central Plains sword!"
After a quarrel, the atmosphere was at its peak.
But in Ming Lanruo's private room, she was already falling into an ice cave, her fingers trembled slightly unconsciously, and she tightened the seat handle.
Her mind was filled with the words of the ugly butler and the black market owner who had eavesdropped before - Xiao Shuai's relics.
If the sword and the broken palm of the skeleton were all relics of my grandfather...
What does that mean?
Xu Xiuyi looked at the people beside her worriedly, and clenched her arm silently: "Sister Ming."
Ming Lanruo was silent and didn't say anything.
Amid all kinds of noise and speculation, Beatrice suddenly stretched out his hand wearing leather gloves, gently stroked the sword, and slowly said to himself-
"Dark is approaching, and my red blood will be right before millions of people. Blood will splatter in the sky, and I will never retreat!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire auction house was stunned and silent for a moment.
It seemed that at that moment everyone saw the dark sky, silent millions of iron armor, quiet war horses, and red blood-stained battle flags.
I smelled the air...
The smell of iron and blood.
The yellow sand and the blizzard are intertwined, and the sword tips the flames burn the sky.
I saw those silent iron armored soldiers holding swords and spears, and behind them were millions of people living in lively life, and those iron armored soldiers stood as the last line of defense in the dark blizzard.
The frost and blizzard buried them, but they could not retreat. The bones also turned into the Great Wall to block the darkness.
"I'll give it, eight hundred taels of gold!" someone suddenly shouted.
"What a rare item, one thousand taels of gold!"
"I, I, I, I...one thousand five hundred taels!"
Beatrice smiled and said, "Okay, it seems that you already know what this is. The only remains of the marshal Xiao family and the sword he held tightly when he died were someone who was smashed into pieces after his death.
The souvenir he cut off his hand first and kept as a souvenir - the soul of the Red Blood Legion. Now the auction begins, there is no reserve price and no upper limit. Each increase of no less than 200 taels of gold!"
Listening to the burst of exclamations and the excited bid.