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() Qin Guyue couldn't help getting closer to take a closer look, and saw that the pattern running through the scabbard twisted and danced, but it turned into two consecutive ancient characters "Qianqiu".Qin Guyue only glanced at these two words, and immediately felt that the pattern running through the scabbard is simply a simulation of a long river of history, and those derived words are one era after another, let your name go down in history, let you You will have a bad reputation for thousands of years, even if you are miraculous, even if you are mediocre, everything will follow the long river of history, one era after another will come and go, and all of them will become the solidified scenery and embellishments in the long river of history. "The dead are like this, eternal!" Just the deep meaning of the word "Qianqiu" on the scabbard made Qin Guyue sigh. "The two words, if you realize something in your heart, you can only feel a burst of pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the tentacles with a thousand mental powers are faintly signs of tearing and breaking through, and the number will increase again.

If the Jailbreaking Mace gives the impression of a strong man with a hulking back and beard and bristling hair, the Qianqiu Sword gives the impression of a wandering immortal with a book and sword in his hand, with a completely different temperament.

Qin Guyue's psychology at this time was contradictory. He was delighted to see this Qianqiu sword, but just from the two words on the scabbard, it was enough to tell Qin Guyue's current cultivation level, then Can the soul lodged in this long sword be returned?If he forcibly surrenders, there is no guarantee that another big battle will not break out. Although he can repeat the same trick at the end, at worst, he will swallow this soul with the power of nightmare and wipe out his wisdom, but in this way, the spirit soldier will no longer be able to grow. , It’s tantamount to reckless, but if you don’t surrender, you can see it like this, and you can’t eat it, it’s really a pain comparable to ten thousand claws scratching your heart.For a moment, he scratched his head and scratched his head, feeling a little at a loss.

Finally, Qin Guyue carefully injected a trace of spiritual power into the Qianqiu Sword through the scabbard, as if to check where the spirit soldier's soul was, but after probing for a long time, there was no response at all, unlike the probing just now The jail-breaking mace explodes with just one click.

"Why is this?" Qin Guyue felt strange, and injected a little more spiritual power, but there was still no response.

Could it be that this is a spirit weapon without a soul?Or is it that the soul has been wiped out of wisdom?

Qin Guyue couldn't help sighing, it's a pity that the soul of such a spiritual soldier was wiped out of his spiritual wisdom.It's like seeing a teenager with weird bones but an idiot.He kind of understood the sigh that Shang Yuqiong let out after looking at his talent for him.

"Try again..." Qin Guyue still didn't give up, she simply acted like a living horse doctor, and actually wanted to breathe all the tentacles of a thousand mental powers into the Qianqiu sword.

"Are you crazy?" Su Su saw that Qin Guyue's face turned pale, and he wanted to inject all his spiritual power into the spirit weapon, and he shouted anxiously: "In case there is any trap in this spirit weapon, put Your mental power is all trapped inside, you will become an idiot, you know? You will become the soul in the spirit soldier!"

Hearing Su Su's words, Qin Guyue was shocked for a moment. This incident was indeed extremely strange, but when he realized this, more than 800 of the tentacles with a thousand mental powers had been injected, and even if he turned around, his mental power would be greatly damaged. If he loses more than 800 tentacles of mental power, his strength will drop sharply, and he may fall directly back to Yaojin First Layer. It is like falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, and it will be more difficult to practice in the future!

"Forget it, let's fight." Qin Guyue's heart sank, and he still poured all his spiritual power into it. In fact, his idea is also very correct. If there is any trap, all his spiritual power can be engulfed in it. The power of the nightmare enters together, and there is still a fight, if there are only more than 800 tentacles of mental power, it is to give food to people!Wealth and wealth are sought in danger, Qin Guyue has always thought so.

After all the spiritual power was poured in, sure enough, in the depths of the spirit soldier, an unknown thing woke up!

Qin Guyue manipulated those tentacles of spiritual power to condense into a shape of her own, which actually descended into the world inside Qianqiu Sword.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was on the bank of a vast long river, and what surrounded him was not a beach, but a series of paintings on the ground, including court halls, grass fields, men, women, and even immortals. There are demons... It seems that all living beings are painted on the ground, and when people stand on it, there is an illusion of standing on the top of the sky, overlooking all living beings!

Qin Guyue closed her eyes and collected herself, only then did she get rid of that feeling of being in a trance.Just when he opened his eyes, he saw a fisherman wearing a hat sitting on the bank of the vast river!

He has already determined that the long river in front of him is the long river of history, but this person in front of him is fishing in the long river of history?

Then he must be the soul of Qianqiu Sword!

Although Qin Guyue felt it was weird, she stepped forward and bowed politely: "Senior, junior, you are interrupting me."

"Don't bother." The fisherman replied lightly, listening to the voice, he was not an old man, but a middle-aged man.

"I like Qianqiu Sword very much, I hope I can get it, and I will always be by my side." Although Qin Guyue heard that the other party's tone was neither sweet nor light, she still wanted to see his attitude towards her, so she directly asked.

The fisherman didn't speak, but flicked the fishing rod, and the fishing rod hung down again. Just when Qin Guyue was puzzled, the fisherman asked, "Do you know what I'm fishing for?"

Qin Guyue was also slightly taken aback when she heard this question.Yes, in this long river of history, where will there be fish?Since there are no fish, what are you fishing for?

The fisherman also guessed that Qin Guyue couldn't answer at all, so he said in a calm tone: "Can't answer?"

Qin Guyue lowered her head, looked at the painting under her feet, thought about it for a while, and said suddenly: "I see."

"Oh?" The fisherman was surprised, turned slightly and asked, "Tell me."

Qin Guyue put her hands behind her back, looked up at the vast river and said: "Any era in history is created by people. Although the times make heroes, heroes also make the times. If there are no heroes, there will be no one." Another era, then the long river of history tends to stagnate, so..." He paused and said: "You are fishing for the heroes of each era, that is, the opportunity to become a king and a marquis to rule the roost!"

After Qin Guyue finished speaking, the fisherman smiled lightly, but with a shake of his hand, he took the fishing rod back.

"Have you stopped fishing?" Qin Guyue asked doubtfully.

"I've already caught a fish, so why be greedy?" The fisherman still replied calmly. "The Qianqiu sword is with you, and of course there is a time limit. How about returning it to its original owner until your death?"