Who is fighting

That sword, without a scabbard, was placed in the corner naked like that, dark and plain looking.

But at this moment, a drop of blood condensed on the blade, like dew rolling on the lotus leaf, never falling off.

Liang Qiufeng was very curious, and watched intently, but saw the drop of blood suddenly disappear after a while, as if it had been swallowed, and disappeared out of thin air.

"what?"

Liang Qiufeng had never encountered such a situation before, so he couldn't help being shocked.

According to basic common sense, a good sword is naturally extremely sharp, without any blood stains.But the sword in front of him actually devoured blood beads, which was uncharacteristically.

He hurried over and picked up the sword carefully.

When choosing before, Liang Qiufeng had seen this sword before, but he didn't notice it. He judged it to be the lowest-level secret weapon, so he will look at the next one soon.

As for why the finger was cut by the sword, it must have accidentally touched the blade during the inspection and was injured as a result.It was only because of such an accident that he turned back and discovered the extraordinary quality of the sword.

The sword is three feet long and two fingers wide. From the specifications, it is not surprising, it is very bad.As for the weight, it is about three catties and five taels, which is also quite satisfactory.

On the surface, no matter how you look at it, it is a very ordinary sword.

This is also the reason why Liang Qiufeng had a bad first impression and quickly chose to give up on it.

But this time, I looked much more carefully, from top to bottom, from the tip of the sword to the hilt—the hilt is made of iron, black and shiny, and I don't know what kind of material it is, it is extremely hard.There are no patterns carved on it, plain and simple.But when holding it with five fingers, it feels that there are five lines on the handle just right.

If you take a closer look, you suddenly find that those lines are not born, nor are they processed, but are drawn out by people.

This discovery surprised Liang Qiufeng.

Sword practice and sword practice, morning and evening attentive.In the world, there are many swordsmen who work hard, so it is not surprising.It's just that swordsmen use swords, and most people will change many swords in their life.

On the one hand, the quality of the sword has its advantages and disadvantages. As the strength of the cultivation base increases, of course, it is necessary to keep pace with the times and use it with a higher-grade sword;

On the other hand, along the journey of martial arts, there are countless experiences and countless struggles. Weapons are easily damaged, and if they are broken, they must be replaced with new ones.

In this way, under normal circumstances, a swordsman would use a sword for a few months or a few years before he had to change it—unless he had a peerless magic weapon, which was impossible to change.However, such cases are rare and will not be discussed.

And this seemingly ordinary sword in front of him has five fingerprints on the extremely durable hilt. How many years has the person who used this sword used it?

The five fingerprints are actually very faint. If you don't pay attention, you will easily ignore them.It is also because of the lightness that the possibility of being squeezed out deliberately and vigorously is ruled out, and it is completely achieved by years of practice and use of the sword.

Putting it in front of it and observing it with light, it was found that the traces of fingerprints were evenly distributed, and there were no small cracks caused by force on the periphery.

Liang Qiufeng was even more surprised by this discovery: the previous owner of this sword seemed to be quite extraordinary.

"Sorrow!"

Two small characters are engraved on the end face of the hilt.

The Sword of Injury is the name of the sword.

"Sword of Injury?"

Liang Qiufeng deliberated on the name of the sword, understood it literally, and implied something, probably because the previous owner of the sword was hurt by love, so it was named this way.

"Hey, why do your fingers still hurt so much?"

He woke up, looked at the wound again, and couldn't help being startled.The wound that had been covered with golden sore medicine was still seeping blood continuously, as if it couldn't be suppressed at all.

What a terrible sword wound!

Liang Qiufeng's face changed in astonishment, when he looked at the wounded sword, his eyes were full of strange colors.

"The wounds in the world are the most difficult to treat, but the pain is the most difficult to cure; once the pain is injured, all the internal organs are injured, and the blood flow is endless!"

Inexplicably, such an explanation came to my mind. Between the lines, unspeakable sadness was overflowing and circulating, which made people feel uncontrollable...

"Ha ha!"

A sudden burst of maniacal laughter came: "The best mysterious weapon, I finally found the best sword!"

Gu Chengyang was ecstatic, and raised the long sword in his hand high.

Keng!

Holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, he pulled vigorously.But seeing the cold light bursting out, disturbing people's eyes, it is extraordinarily dazzling.

Nice sword!

From a glance, it was obvious that what Gu Chengyang was holding in his hand was a good sword.

The ultimate profound tool.

No wonder he was so proud of it, and laughed wildly at it in a rare way.

Zhang Jiangshan looked over and looked at the top-grade mysterious sword, and couldn't hide his jealousy.He shook the sword he chose in his hand, it was also a profound weapon, but it was only low-grade, far from it.

In the huge sword library, there must be more than one high-quality sword of the highest quality, but there is no time to wait, and the time of an hour is almost used up, and it is too late to choose.

Forget it, everyone has their own luck, and it would be nice if they could pick up a low-grade mysterious sword.

Thinking about it, I feel calm in my heart.

Looking up at Liang Qiufeng, he saw him standing blankly in a corner, holding a sword in his hand that he could tell was a low-level sword, motionless.

What is this junior brother Liang doing?

Zhang Jiangshan hurried over and patted Liang Qiufeng on the shoulder: "Qiu Feng, why don't you hurry up and pick a good sword, what are you doing here?"

Liang Qiufeng woke up like a dream, suddenly turned his head and stared at Zhang Jiangshan.

Seeing that his fingers were bleeding profusely, Zhang Jiangshan shouted, "Qiu Feng, your finger is injured!"

Liang Qiufeng lowered his head to recover his turbulent emotions, and said vaguely: "Just now I accidentally cut it with the sword, it's all right, just bandage it and it will be fine."

Zhang Jiangshan didn't expect him: "Since this is the case, why don't you hurry up and choose a sword?"

"I've already chosen."

"Ah, I have chosen, which one, let me see."

"Uh, it's the one in my hand."

"You're not kidding!"

Zhang Jiangshan almost jumped up: "There are thousands of good swords in the sword library, but you just picked this one? Hurry up, throw it away... By the way, I remember the position of a low-grade mysterious weapon. Bring it to you..."

He really felt a little anxious for Liang Qiufeng, his fat body was about to rush back, and find out the low-grade mysterious sword to Liang Qiufeng.

"It's time, come out with your swords."

Xiao Jihai's voice sounded at the door.

Oops, time is up.

Zhang Jiangshan looked at Liang Qiufeng, but he saw that he walked out first with that trashy sword in his hand.

The three of them went outside, holding swords in their hands, with different expressions.

Gu Chengyang was overjoyed; Zhang Jiangshan was a little dissatisfied; and Liang Qiufeng was calm and indifferent.

With a glance, Mr. Huang could see the quality of the swords chosen by the three disciples.Undoubtedly, Gu Chengyang's ultimate profound weapon is the best; Zhang Jiangshan is next; as for Liang Qiufeng... Well, why did he choose such a sword?

There are countless swords stored in the sword vault, and many swords have been stored in it for many years. Even if Huang Lao is the guardian of the sword vault, it is impossible to know every sword well.

He didn't have the slightest impression of the sword Liang Qiufeng chose.

However, this time the palace lord ordered the opening of the sword storehouse to allow the three disciples to choose swords arbitrarily.Anyway, what they choose is theirs.

As for the good and bad, there is no way to regret it.

Xiao Jihai is not a sword master, but one can tell how good a sword is.When he saw the sword Liang Qiufeng chose, his face turned dark: Liang Qiufeng's performance this time was too low-level, he closed his eyes and picked a sword in the sword library, it might be better than this one...

But it's a done deal, and it's useless to say anything.

After talking about the scene, Xiao Jihai waved his hand and asked the three disciples to go back to their residences to rest, recharge their energy and prepare for five days to gather and set off for Taicheng to participate in the sect competition.

On the way, Zhang Jiangshan was still blaming Liang Qiufeng endlessly, saying that he really shouldn't have chosen the Sword of Injury.

Liang Qiufeng just kept silent.

He didn't want to explain too much, because only he himself could truly understand what kind of sword the wounded sword in his hand was.

In comparison, Gu Chengyang's carefully selected high-quality swords are like scrap copper and rotten iron, what rotten wood is to treasures.

Because the Injury Sword is not a secret weapon, not a mysterious weapon, but a sword that even Liang Qiufeng can hardly determine.

Treasures, or unimaginable——

King!

It's hard for him to be sure, so how can he tell others?

It is impossible to determine the rank of the wounded sword, there is only one possibility, that is, the sword is far beyond Liang Qiufeng's comprehension range.

He only knew that in the sword library, there seemed to be a thought in the sword, explaining the origin of the sword of wounding, and at the same time affecting his mind.

In the sword, thoughts can be contained.

In terms of the concept of equipment category, it is definitely a magic weapon above treasure.

However, this wounding sword itself has been damaged, so it has lost part of its mind, and even the explanation is unclear.

Or it was just because of the damage that it was put into the sword library by accident, and it was left in a corner where no one cared about it, and it was dusty for a hundred years.

Now, it met Liang Qiufeng.Just like when Maxima met Bole, he finally showed a little edge.

As soon as the sharp edge appeared, the finger of the new owner was gloriously injured, bleeding profusely.

Just as the idea said: "Only the wounded in the world is the most difficult to cure; once injured, the internal organs will be injured, and the blood will not stop!"

The special attribute of the Sword of Injury is that it can make the wound difficult to heal, even if the golden sore medicine is applied, it will not help, and it will still bleed non-stop.

Right now, Liang Qiufeng's fingers were still bleeding, but fortunately, the bleeding was gradually decreasing.You know, this is just an unintentional cut without showing the power of the wounded sword.

I can't imagine that if the injury is not a finger, but a vital part such as the chest and abdomen, even if the injury is not deep, it will be fatal enough.

"call!"

Liang Qiufeng let out a long breath, but it was still difficult to calm down the excitement in his heart.How can one listen to what Zhang Jiangshan said?

Back at the residence, Yaoyao found that he was injured and was extremely nervous, so she hurriedly brought medicine bandages and so on.

After several bandages, the blood flow from the wound finally stopped.

"Little brother, why are you so careless and hurt your hand?"

Liang Qiufeng said with a smile: "In order to choose a good sword, you have to pay some price."

"Good sword, do you have a good sword to use?"

Yaoyao is very happy.

She was worried that Liang Qiufeng had no sword to use, so she wanted to return the secret medium-grade long sword to Liang Qiufeng, but Liang Qiufeng insisted on not wanting it.

"Well, it's this hurting sword."

"Sword of Injury?"

Yaoyao didn't know whether the sword was good or bad, but she just saw that the quality of the sword was not good, so she stretched out her hand to touch it.

"careful!"

After all, Liang Qiufeng's reminder was a bit late.

Chi!

The sharp edge of the sword was like a light, and Yaoyao's finger was cut with a small cut, and bright red blood flowed out all at once.

What a sharp sword!

This time, it was Liang Qiufeng's turn to bandage her, jokingly said: "Yaoyao, now you accidentally hurt your hand."

Being told the exact words, Yaoyao couldn't help but blushed, and what was even worse was that Liang Qiufeng's bandaging skills were very rough.The ten fingers connected to the heart, which caused her tears to drip from the pain.

But for some reason, while in pain, the girl's heart was very happy.

"Little brother, you will be going to Taicheng soon."

"Well, we'll be leaving in five days."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

"I will definitely come back." (To be continued.)