[Chapter Nine hundred and forty-fifth my sword, do not give! 】 (1 more)
[Chapter 945: I won’t give you my sword!] (1 update)
Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, his eyes were bright, and he also looked up and down at this famous young man among Suzaku Qisu. He showed no fear and nodded slightly.
"I'm really Feng Ziyue! You are the Northern Dragon, known as the Dragon of the Seven Sovereigns?"
The younger generation, the strongest master; the young master closest to Jutian Middle Realm; the Dragon of Suzaku Qisu - Beitian Yilong, also has many exclusive titles.
Feng Ziyue killed Beitian Yihe and Bei Tianguang, and even took over Beitian Black King Jian. He had a deep hatred with the Beitian clan, which could be said to be unending, and Beitian Yilong came to trouble him. That's a matter of course.
"snort!"
Beitian Yilong blew out two streams of cold air from his nose, "Since you recognize me Beitian Yilong, how dare you attack a member of my Beitian clan?"
"There are many masters among the Beitian clan, but you, Beitian Yilong, are not the only one..."
Feng Ziyue was tit for tat and did not directly answer Bei Tian Yilong's question, but he did not give in at all.
——Bei Tian Yilong is not the only master among the Beitian clan. Among the masters of the previous generation, there are also several people from Jutian Middle Realm. Feng Ziyue is not afraid of this, so how can he be afraid of you, Bei Tian? Tian Yilong?
Beitian Yilong's expression became stern, his eyes were like daggers, and he stared at Feng Ziyue.
After a long time, his tense expression gradually relaxed, he turned his head, sat down slowly, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all.
"The fact that you can kill my uncle Bei Tianguang shows that your martial arts are not weak..."
Beitian Yilong suddenly spoke, raised his head, and there was a bit of sharp light in his eyes.
"It was just a fluke."
Feng Ziyue calmly took Nangong Min and sat down on the other side. Naturally, someone brought him food and wine. He sipped calmly, without any hint of panic, and the tone of his answer was extremely calm.
Beitian Yilong snorted coldly and turned his eyes to the sword on Feng Ziyue's waist.
"I heard you use a sword?"
"Use a sword."
"What sword do you use?"
"My sword comes from outside the sky. It is made of iron in its original place. It is naturally formed and forms the body of the sword, so it is called innate."
Feng Ziyue flicked his wrist, took off the natural sword and its scabbard, and put it in front of him. He only heard the clanging sound. The sword was famous for its sharp energy and could not be moved lightly.
"What a sword!"
Beitian Yilong's pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body seemed to be aroused by the sword's intention. His silver hair floated away, and a red light appeared in his eyes.
This sword looks ordinary and nothing extraordinary, but most people know that Feng Ziyue used this unremarkable iron sword to smash Beitian Yihe's Eternal Changge Red. Yan Xing even cut off the seventh-grade Baihuanghan Iron Sword in Bei Tianguang's hand.
No one has yet judged the mystery of this sword, but the people of Suzaku Qisu have also accepted the power of this natural sword.
Beitian Yilong seemed to be able to see the beauty of this sword. A pair of bloody eyes wandered over the blade, which made Bisi in the sword very dissatisfied.
"What a pervert, why are you staring at other girls like this? It's disgusting!"
She complained to Feng Ziyue and tried not to shout loudly.
Fortunately, she had collected a set of sharkskin sheaths not long ago, otherwise, she would have been even more uncomfortable.
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly and put away the Tiansheng Sword, but he heard Beitian Yilong snort, and his voice sounded like he was a little disappointed.
"Feng Ziyue, I like this sword very much. Can you give it to me?"
——No one expected that what Bei Tian Yilong said next would be like this.
"If you present this sword obediently, in this ancient world, I will not care about you for the time being and spare your life. After you go back, you can seek shelter from Yan Ye Palace. Then I will come to you for a competition.
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There was greed burning in his eyes.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
Everyone had expected that Beitian Yilong was going to cause trouble for Feng Ziyue. They even believed that when these two people met, thunder from the sky would stir up the earth's fire, even if it was like when Xiu Yaksha of the Maurya Dynasty met Feng Ziyue.
, even if the two people immediately made an appointment to go out of the city for a decisive battle, it would not be a surprise to everyone.
But I didn't expect Beitian Yilong to be aggressive at first. After two sentences, the conversation changed and he actually asked for Feng Ziyue's sword!
He was even willing to give up the opportunity to cause trouble for Feng Ziyue in the ancient world for this sword!
How is this going?
"Is this sword very powerful?"
"A spiritual sword that can cut off the seventh grade should be pretty good, but Beitian Yilong is the proud son of heaven. How could he be so short-sighted?"
"Could it be that you want to find a step for everyone to step down?"
There are many dangers in the ancient world. If two people have their own grudges, there will inevitably be discord when exploring the ancient world. At that time, it will be out of control. Therefore, if there is any grudge, it is best to resolve it in Fantasy Heart City.
Could it be said that Beitian Yilong's move was to reach a temporary peace agreement with Feng Ziyue?
"impossible!"
There are also people who are categorically opposed.
"Carrying a sword with you is such a precious thing. Although people nowadays don't talk much about the sword being with the person and the person dying with the sword, they will never let others easily. Beitian Yilong made this request
, Feng Ziyue will never agree!"
"If you don't agree, will you have to fight?"
Everyone was talking about it, all waiting for Feng Ziyue's reaction.
"Don't give it to him!"
Bisi jumped in the natural sword, "I forged this sword. If you dare to give it to this bastard, I will fight you to the death!"
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly and patted the sword gently to show comfort to Bisi.
Of course it was impossible for him to hand over this natural sword.
After getting this sword, he felt that it was very handy, and the sensitivity and tacit understanding between people and swords were still gradually improving. He even felt that this was a sword that could be used until the end.
Although the sword is not the swordsman's only life, it is his dignity and dignity.
If you can give the sword in your hand - no matter how ordinary the sword is - to others casually, this person will definitely not become a good swordsman.
Only by being true to the sword and focusing on the sword can you appreciate the three flavors of the sword and find the peak state of the sword's will.
"Mr. Beitian, I really have no intention of conflict with you in the ancient world. If we can coexist peacefully, then this journey of exploration will be a blessing."
"However, don't think that I am afraid of your Master Bei Tian's martial arts - on the contrary, I am quite looking forward to a battle with Mr. Bei Tian."
Feng Ziyue smiled lightly, raised his head, his eyes were calm and calm, and met Bei Tian Yilong's gaze.
Beitian Yilong's momentum is at its peak, with silver hair flying and blood-red eyes. Under the suppression of his momentum, few people can say a word of rejection.
