Painted Skin: Girl Monster Hunter

"I heard that the sword you often use is broken. I, Song Zhuoqun, also love swords. I have collected a few good swords. Do you want me to lend you one?" Song Zhuoqun smiled slightly, clapped his hands, and the other two disciples Heli brought up a sword, judging from its weight, it was an epee.

Zhao Rao, the iron head, looked at the sword with interest, and felt very uncomfortable. Not only did he not like the skill of blacksmithing as an apprentice, he also seemed to dislike his master.Anyway, in Tietou Zhao's memory, Song Zhuoqun had never asked him for a sword.

Song Zhuoqun picked up the heavy sword with one hand, pulled out his two fingers, and took off the scabbard, and a heavy iron sword with extraordinary aura appeared in front of everyone.

This sword is very strange, its length is like a sword, but its shape is like a knife, with a back on one side and a blade on the other, narrower than ordinary knives in width.Nine silver rings are inlaid on one side of the back, and they jingle when there is a slight fluctuation.The cold light of the blade is extremely sharp, if it is cut off by an ordinary person, it will definitely be decapitated.

"This weapon is called the Nine Ring Sword, and it was made by a famous craftsman in Western Xinjiang." Song Zhuoqun said triumphantly.

"Hahahaha." Tietou Zhao suddenly laughed, leaning back and forth, tears overflowing.

"Master...why are you laughing?" Song Zhuoqun asked.

Tietou Zhao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with a smile: "It's nothing. I just heard someone fart. It was loud and smelly. It's really funny." I thought that Tietou Zhao had excellent craftsmanship, but his apprentice used it. It is a sword forged by others, just thinking about it is desolate.

Song Zhuoqun's expression changed immediately, the old man was obviously teasing himself.My own master was unreliable at all, and turned his elbow outward, facing outsiders.

He coughed in embarrassment, turned his head and asked Ruyi, "Do you need me to lend you a weapon? If you can handle it, it's not impossible to lend you the Jiuhuan sword."

Ruyi pointed to the long thing wrapped up behind her and said, "No need, I'll just use it."

She took the thing off, and slowly lifted the wrapping cloth with her slender hands, revealing the silvery white wind.

Song Zhuoqun was startled, thinking it was really a good sword.If you only compare it from the sword, maybe my nine-ring sword is really not as good as the girl's long sword, but it is impossible to win with a weapon alone, even if she holds the Qingmang Excalibur, she may not be able to beat it he.

The rain didn't stop, and the two formed a formation, standing at the two poles of the square, and stopped to look at each other.

They had stood there for a long time, but no one made a move first. It was so quiet that the disciples watching the battle didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief. Only the drizzle whispered between the sky and the earth.

Ruyi closed her eyes, she held Changfeng tightly, and gradually she could no longer feel the sword in her hand.The sword seemed to have become one with her arm.

This feeling is very good. She summed up her past experience. She always defended more than attacked in the routine, and she missed countless pre-emptive opportunities.

But this time, she was not going to wait any longer.

Opening his almond eyes, he pointed his long sword, and his body flickered in an instant. Like a gust of wind, the wind whipped up a burst of raindrops and rushed towards Song Zhuoqun.

Song Zhuoqun really didn't expect Ruyi to fight as soon as he said so, seeing the long sword approaching, he hurriedly stepped back, yelled "Hey", and greeted the nine-ringed sword.

The blades collided and sparks flew everywhere.After the two fought, they were not eager to fight, but separated the two sides again, and returned to the previous stalemate. "I heard that the sword you often use is broken. I, Song Zhuoqun, also love swords. I have collected a few good swords. Do you want me to lend you one?" Song Zhuoqun smiled slightly, clapped his hands, and the other two disciples Heli brought up a sword, judging from its weight, it was an epee.

Zhao Rao, the iron head, looked at the sword with interest, and felt very uncomfortable. Not only did he not like the skill of blacksmithing as an apprentice, he also seemed to dislike his master.Anyway, in Tietou Zhao's memory, Song Zhuoqun had never asked him for a sword.

Song Zhuoqun picked up the heavy sword with one hand, pulled out his two fingers, and took off the scabbard, and a heavy iron sword with extraordinary aura appeared in front of everyone.

This sword is very strange, its length is like a sword, but its shape is like a knife, with a back on one side and a blade on the other, narrower than ordinary knives in width.Nine silver rings are inlaid on one side of the back, and they jingle when there is a slight fluctuation.The cold light of the blade is extremely sharp, if it is cut off by an ordinary person, it will definitely be decapitated.

"This weapon is called the Nine Ring Sword, and it was made by a famous craftsman in Western Xinjiang." Song Zhuoqun said triumphantly.

"Hahahaha." Tietou Zhao suddenly laughed, leaning back and forth, tears overflowing.

"Master...why are you laughing?" Song Zhuoqun asked.

Tietou Zhao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with a smile: "It's nothing. I just heard someone fart. It was loud and smelly. It's really funny." I thought that Tietou Zhao had excellent craftsmanship, but his apprentice used it. It is a sword forged by others, just thinking about it is desolate.

Song Zhuoqun's expression changed immediately, the old man was obviously teasing himself.My own master was unreliable at all, and turned his elbow outward, facing outsiders.

He coughed in embarrassment, turned his head and asked Ruyi, "Do you need me to lend you a weapon? If you can handle it, it's not impossible to lend you the Jiuhuan sword."

Ruyi pointed to the long thing wrapped up behind her and said, "No need, I'll just use it."

She took the thing off, and slowly lifted the wrapping cloth with her slender hands, revealing the silvery white wind.

Song Zhuoqun was startled, thinking it was really a good sword.If you only compare it from the sword, maybe my nine-ring sword is really not as good as the girl's long sword, but it is impossible to win with a weapon alone, even if she holds the Qingmang Excalibur, she may not be able to beat it he.

The rain didn't stop, and the two formed a formation, standing at the two poles of the square, and stopped to look at each other.

They had stood there for a long time, but no one made a move first. It was so quiet that the disciples watching the battle didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief. Only the drizzle whispered between the sky and the earth.

Ruyi closed her eyes, she held Changfeng tightly, and gradually she could no longer feel the sword in her hand.The sword seemed to have become one with her arm.

This feeling is very good. She summed up her past experience. She always defended more than attacked in the routine, and she missed countless pre-emptive opportunities.

But this time, she was not going to wait any longer.

Opening his almond eyes, he pointed his long sword, and his body flickered in an instant. Like a gust of wind, the wind whipped up a burst of raindrops and rushed towards Song Zhuoqun.

Song Zhuoqun really didn't expect Ruyi to fight as soon as he said so, seeing the long sword approaching, he hurriedly stepped back, yelled "Hey", and greeted the nine-ringed sword.

The blades collided and sparks flew everywhere.After the two fought, they were not eager to fight, but separated the two sides again, and returned to the previous stalemate.