sword from heaven

Chapter 429 Crow Falcon (Part [-])
Song Yunge was startled.

Wen Minglou chuckled and said, "Why, you don't want me to give it?"

Song Yunge said: "It's not that I don't want it, it's just that Master gave it to me. It's all because of Master's heart, and I don't want to plunder Master's beauty."

"You are real." Wen Minglou shook his head and said, "I suspect that my treasure has been transformed by my mind."

Song Yunge smiled embarrassedly, but did not deny it.

Wen Minglou said: "Don't worry, I didn't refine it this time, I just got a treasure, let me give it to you."

Song Yunge was secretly delighted.

If it is a treasure that has just been obtained and has not been refined, it will save him countless thoughts.

Originally, I planned to fight for it. After all, the treasure is touching, and once the news gets out, everyone wants to grab it.

He has to do everything possible to get it.

Unexpectedly, it took no effort to get it, and got it directly from Wen Minglou, and the big formation that shrouded the sky waved in front of him.

"Let's go." Wen Minglou said, "Let me get it."

"Yes." Song Yunge smiled.

Wen Minglou glanced at the blushing Zhou Yingying: "He went with me, and you want to come with me?"

"I want to see what kind of treasure it is." Zhou Yingying said.

The three floated to the courtyard of Wen Minglou.

The two went to the training ground, while Wen Minglou went into the backyard.

Zhou Yingying glared at him fiercely, and then slapped him: "Sneaky, let's see!"

Song Yunge turned sideways to avoid it, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid of disturbing my senior sister's good deeds."

"Shut up, you!" Zhou Yingying snorted, "Look at what level you've reached!"

Song Yunge let go of his momentum.

Zhou Yingying suddenly felt inexplicable pressure.

Song Yunge smiled.

Zhou Yingying took the first step and snorted: "It's a little bit wise, come again!"

Her moves were sudden and light, as if an invisible force had joined in, urging her to move faster.

Song Yunge felt a little awkward.

Zhou Yingying's movements are no longer coordinated, obviously this invisible force is not her internal force, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

It was as fast as lightning, but not delicate enough. After avoiding two moves, Song Yunge lightly pressed his palm on her back and sent her flying.

Zhou Yingying staggered to the ground, blushing and glaring at him fiercely.

Song Yunge said: "Sister, do you have any treasures?"

"Naturally." Zhou Yingying smiled complacently, and then realized that there was nothing to be complacent about, and this treasure could not help her defeat him.

"What treasure?"

"Lightning Shuttle." Zhou Yingying took out a shuttle with blue light from her bosom, and said with a smile, "How?"

This faint blue shuttle is only the size of a little finger, with smooth and delicate curves, and strange patterns looming faintly.

On her greasy white palm, it quickly loomed, ready to escape into the void at any time.

"What a treasure!" Song Yunge praised.

He showed a look of envy: "Master gave it, right?"

Zhou Yingying nodded.

Song Yunge nodded with a smile, but did not speak.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at!" Zhou Yingying gave him a hard look, retracted the Lightning Shuttle and hummed: "I just got it now, and I haven't mastered the temperament that I'm not familiar with. If you are familiar with it, you can't get cheap!"

Song Yunge nodded.

He realized that Zhou Yingying was not familiar with this shuttle, she only had speed but was unable to control it, once she was able to control it smoothly and smoothly, it would not be easy for him to beat her.

Footsteps sounded, Wen Minglou came slowly, and handed a long sword to Song Yunge: "This one."

Song Yunge took the long sword and felt heavy in his hand, it felt very good in the hand, his heart sank immediately, and it actually had a calming effect.

He looked down at the scabbard, it was a simple scabbard, made of a strange animal skin, exuding a faint fragrance.

There are no patterns, only vicissitudes of life.

The hilt of the sword is wrapped with a strange silk thread, which is soft and firm, and it feels very much like the rubber he saw in his previous life.

He slowly drew his sword.

Silently, a dense cold air rushed towards his face.

He couldn't help but shiver.

According to his current martial arts, he has reached the state of invulnerability to cold and heat, no matter how cold the weather is, he will not be able to make him shiver.

This is because the cold air of this sword pierces through the bone marrow, surpassing the defense of blood energy.

The sword body is black and white.

It's like smearing ink on the sword body, but it doesn't completely cover up the sharpness of the sword body, and there is a glimmer of light in the blackness.

This black luster exudes biting sharpness and cold air, unrestrained, and fierce.

"This sword is Wu Falcon, how about it?" Wen Minglou smiled.

Song Yunge praised: "Good sword!"

Wen Minglou said: "It is indeed a good sword, it depends on whether you can control it, if you can't control it, you will be hurt by it instead."

Zhou Yingying was curious: "How did you get hurt by it?"

"It will consume one's own will and become more and more bloodthirsty. It can be called a murder weapon, a magic weapon."

"Master, it's so dangerous, let's forget it and change it."

"Among my treasures, only this one has never been refined. The others have been refined, and he despises them."

"Then spend some effort to re-train your mind."

"Senior Sister, there's no need," Song Yunge shook his head and interrupted her: "Just this sword, Wu Falcon, a good sword!"

"Have you thought about it?" Zhou Yingying frowned: "You need to be able to suppress the ferocity and subdue it completely!"

Song Yunge smiled and said: "I can suppress the Blood Demon Swallowing Heaven Art, let alone it, it's a piece of cake!"

"...Okay." Seeing that he was so determined, Zhou Yingying didn't say any more.

What's more, what the master said is correct, the rest has been practiced, and it takes too much energy and effort to try to practice again.

"Master, then I will go and find a book of swordsmanship to practice." Song Yunge said.

"This sword is extremely sharp, and it can disturb the opponent's mind. When you fail to practice it well, it will also disturb your mind." Wen Minglou said: "So if you haven't been able to completely refine it to achieve unity of mind and spirit, don't pull out the sword and use it lightly. "

"Yes." Song Yunge cupped his fists, turned around and strode away.

He couldn't wait to refine it, and then flew down to the lower realm to set up a large formation that covered the sky.

As for the trip to the Great Yin Temple ten days later, he had no choice but to miss the appointment, after all, the Great Formation of Shrouding the Sky was more important.

If you have set up the big formation to cover the sky, you can go to Dayin Temple to see if Monk Haiyun has set up an ambush for him and wants to surrender himself.

He stayed in his small courtyard for the next two days, and Zhou Yingying came over regularly to deliver meals.

In the evening of the next day, he completely took the Wu Falcon Sword as his own, and they were connected with each other without any barriers.

He smiled, and when Zhou Yingying delivered the meal, he had a good meal and then disappeared into a flying rainbow.

The next moment, he had already appeared in the mansion of the capital.

Immediately, he sensed that something was wrong, and his magic eyes scanned the entire capital.

Under the night sky, Zhuo Xiaowan's daughters were volleying above the palace, and white lights fell from the sky, like meteors dragging white flames.

He snorted angrily, and the Thunder Moon Divine Saber soared into the sky, passing streaks of white light lightly, cutting them off.

This is the power of Thunder Moon Divine Saber.

Zhuo Xiaowan and the five girls were staring up at the sky with solemn faces, ready to see clearly the direction in which it came.

I only saw faint blue light passing by, as if thunderbolts accurately hit these white lights, and then the white lights dissipated.

They breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that these souls were destroyed.

And Song Yunge is the only one with such ability in the world.

(End of this chapter)