On the top of the Beast King Mountain, the sun was shining brightly. Liu Qiankun, bare-chested, was vigorously dancing with his long sword in his hand. He was fighting with his sworn brother Qiong Hong. A cold iron sword slashed, picked, swept, swept, and stabbed Qiong Hong's vital parts everywhere. The cold light
Sparkling and extremely sharp.
Qionghong had already taken off his attractive golden armor, with the body of a dragon and a pair of sharp claws that were his most proud weapons. He blocked Liu Qiankun's fierce attacks one by one with left and right moves, and there was still a smile on his face.
A relaxed smile.
All the sword moves that Liu Qiankun used were taught by Qiong Hong, so there was no way he could get any advantage from his sworn brother. Qiong Hong was just bored and helped his sworn brother with his moves.
Choke! Golden light shot out, claw shadows flew up, Qiong Hong's claw hit the sword blade firmly, bang! The cold iron long sword broke with the sound, leaving only Liu Qiankun standing on the spot holding the half-cut sword.
"Brother! You are so cruel, you even disabled the last long sword for me!" Liu Qiankun picked up the half-cut sword from the ground and complained with a look of pain on his face.
You must know that since he learned Qionghong's five sword moves, Qionghong would volunteer to practice swordsmanship with him every day. Those cold iron blades were no match for his pair of dragon claws, and he didn't know how many of them were broken in the past few days.
, today finally even the last long sword that was used as a seed was folded under the dragon's claws, how could Liu Qiankun not be depressed.
"Hey! Brother, I couldn't hold back my hand on a whim, so please forgive me!" Qionghong said apologetically, ruffling the mane on his head.
"Uh! Boss, please, can you change your lines to something fresher? You can't hold back your dragon claws for the nth time!" Liu Qiankun got angry when he heard his sworn brother's old excuse.
"What do you mean by the N word?" Qionghong was often confused by the new terms in Liu Qiankun's mouth, and could only pretend to be humble and accepting.
"Many, many, countless, do you understand?" Liu Qiankun explained angrily.
... Qiong Hong's face turned red and he lowered his head without saying a word. It would be difficult to find a complete good sword in the entire forest of beasts. Even if there was one, it would be difficult for him to withstand a knock from his dragon claw!
Seeing Qiong Hong's embarrassment and bowing his head in silence, Liu Qiankun couldn't bear it. After all, he had good intentions in fighting with him these days!
"Forget it, brother, don't blame yourself too much. I still have a fire stick here, let's just use it for once!" Liu Qiankun thought and held a rusty ancient sword in his palm.
"Alas! How about we end here today?" Qiong Hong is no stranger to this ancient sword. He thought that Liu Qiankun brought such an ancient sword with him when he first came to the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest...
Choke! Liu Qiankun flicked his finger on the spine of the sword, let out a clear dragon roar, and said loudly: "Brother, why do you have to be pretentious? How about you first try to see if this blunt sword can withstand a blow from your dragon claw?"
In fact, Liu Qiankun didn't take this tattered sword seriously at all, but he was pretending to be generous in order to ease the dull atmosphere between the two.
"Do you really want to try?" Hearing Liu Qiankun say this actually aroused Qionghong's interest.
"Yeah!" Liu Qiankun nodded heavily and raised the rusty sword in his hand.
Qionghong waved his left paw, and a golden rainbow hit the sword in Liu Qiankun's hand, choking! There was a pleasant metallic sound.
The ancient sword was safe and sound, and even the rust on it was not even scratched. On the contrary, Liu Qiankun's right hand holding the sword was sore from the shock.
"A divine weapon! If you have such a magical weapon, why would you use those mundane irons!" Qionghong was obviously puzzled by Liu Qiankun's behavior of 'hiding his secrets'.
Liu Qiankun was even more confused now. Could it be that this tattered sword that could only be used as a 'sap' was really a treasure? Thinking of this, he quickly brought the ancient sword in his hand to the tip of his nose to take a closer look.
The long and narrow sword hilt was engraved with two small characters in ancient regular script. Fortunately, Liu Qiankun burst into tears when he saw it, and finally struggled to recognize these two difficult hieroglyphs "Qing Ming".
"Qing Ming, uh, Qing Ming, these damn hieroglyphics are making me so bad that I have glaucoma!" Cursing in a low voice, Liu Qiankun tried to grab the sword blade with his palm, but he couldn't catch it easily with one hand.
I held it with all my strength and didn't even feel the slightest pain in my palm.
I loosened my slightly sore palms, and apart from two concave white marks on my palms, the oily skin was not scratched at all...
"Alas! It's true that a blunt sword has no edge, and it's too clever to work!" Liu Qiankun quoted the original words from a certain martial arts novel with a wry smile on his face.
Hearing Liu Qiankun say this, Qionghong was even more surprised: "With such a magic weapon in hand, does it matter whether it is sharpened or not?"
"Magic weapon? I think it can be used for skating. Is it possible that this blunt sword that can cut buttocks without bleeding can really be used as a sap?" Liu Qiankun muttered in a low voice.
Qionghong seemed to have not heard Liu Qiankun's words, and said to himself: "Release the inner energy and pour it into the sword. If these magical weapons can emit sword energy, they can destroy gold and jade and can do anything! Could it be possible?
Do you stick to small sharp edges?"
Hearing what his sworn brother said, Liu Qiankun was overjoyed. He picked up the Qingming Sword and kissed it hard. He held his breath and concentrated, and slowly introduced the spiritual energy in his Dantian that was already close to liquefaction into the hilt of the sword. Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred in the Qingming Sword.
It's like a bottomless black hole, and the spiritual energy poured into it disappears like a mud cow into the sea.
Hey! Normally, those cold iron swords can emit a thin layer of sword energy as long as they introduce a small amount of spiritual energy. How come this tattered sword was like a demanding harem slut, draining half of the abundant spiritual energy in his Dantian in an instant?
, this discovery surprised Liu Qiankun, and he wanted to take back the imported spiritual energy in desperation. However, the spiritual energy in his Dantian was like the Yellow River bursting its banks, pouring out in a mighty manner and pouring into the hilt of the sword.
"Ah!" Liu Qiankun shouted in pain, holding a long sword in his hand, his face turned pale, and his tiger body trembled.
Qiong Hong was horrified, stretched out his hand to support his sworn brother's shaky body, and shouted: "My sworn brother, how could this happen?" His concern was beyond words.
"This broken sword is so evil. It has sucked all the spiritual energy that I have absorbed these days, and I can't shake it off!" After saying that, he raised his palm with a wry smile and spread his fingers, but the Qingming Sword was still firmly attached to it.
The palm of his hand did not even move, and the hilt of the sword seemed to have been in Liu Qiankun's hand.
This turn of events left Qionghong puzzled. He frowned and remained silent, his eyes fixed on the blunt sword in Liu Qiankun's palm.
"Ouch!" A burst of severe pain came from the palm of his hand, and Liu Qiankun couldn't help but cry out. The veins on his right arm popped out and twitched violently, like earthworms crawling around.
He was pale, and he clearly felt the sword hilt bite him hard in the palm of his hand.
The tearing pain quickly traveled along the nerves to his brain, accompanied by waves of numbness, as if a small mouth was desperately sucking the blood gushing out of his palm.
"Brother, this sword is sucking my blood!" Liu Qiankun struggled to spit out a few words. Now his whole body was as soft as a fried dough stick soaked in water. Even moving his lips was so difficult.
... Even though Qionghong had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, he had never seen such a situation. He didn't know what to do for a moment, so he could only hug Liu Qiankun tightly to his chest in a daze.
It's quite ambiguous. If Liu Qiankun had any strength left, he would definitely run away. Unfortunately...
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