Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

Chapter 25 Nameless Rusty Sword
Han Xiao walked down the steps very leisurely, looked east and west, those psychic swords seemed to have no fate with him, and after looking at them for a long time, nothing seemed right.

In addition, Han Xiao already had a sword, so he was not in a hurry, and slowly moved towards the depths of the cave.

Not far away, Han Xiao found a shimmering sword, inserted in the rock wall, it was a psychic sword.

On the stone wall next to the sword, there is a row of fine words carved, introducing its origin: Zixiao Sword, the sword forged by He Yiming, the second generation disciple of Xuanbing Palace, is the most overbearing sword in the world, with sword Qi soaring to the sky , non-pulse congealing disciples, pull carefully.

"It's interesting." Han Xiao touched the bridge of his nose and nodded secretly. If you can't choose another sword for a while, you can use this one as a backup.

As for the above-mentioned "non-pulse congealing disciple, pull carefully", Han Xiao naturally ignored it.

"Look, it's Han Xiao! Han Xiao is here!"

Suddenly, a dark-faced young man twitched his eyelids, patted the shoulder of the senior brother beside him, pointed at Han Xiao, and exclaimed: "Damn, didn't you say that you can't afford serious injuries? Why doesn't it seem like nothing happened?"

"Fuck! This guy vomited such a big mouthful of blood, and he fully recovered in less than a day. It's really abnormal."

"Why doesn't he seem to look at the sword in the sword pool?"

"This guy's eyes are higher than the top. I'm afraid he wants to pull out the psychic sword on the rock wall. What an idiot, how can a psychic sword be so easy to grab? Brother Zongyan from Bingpo Peak just now tried to pull it out with light kung fu. A raging fire sword, but it was burned by the fire element force on it, and now the palms are still black!"

Several disciples pointed at Han Xiao and talked a lot, but when Han Xiao glanced away, they all trembled and hurried away.

"A group of two hundred and five!" Han Xiao curled his lips. His voice was very loud. Although those disciples heard it clearly, they didn't even dare to fart.

Even senior brother Han Xiao, who is at the seventh stage of Qi Condensation, can be beaten into a pig's head, let alone these rookies who are in the acquired realm.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Han Xiao saw a black rusty sword inserted obliquely high on the rock wall. Among the many swords, this was the only one. It was extremely lonely and proudly independent.

"Buzz!"

In Han Xiao's body, the evil dragon Fen Tianlun trembled slightly, and at the same moment, the rusty sword trembled slightly.

"What kind of sword is this?" Han Xiao's eyelids twitched. A stone wall would be cleared around other psychic swords, with the name and origin of this sword engraved on it, but there was no information at all around this sword.

The sword was very badly damaged, the blade was full of pits and gaps, it was conceivable that the owner of this sword had used it to go through a lot of tragic battles.

With the passage of time, the surface is even more rusty, especially the cracks on the sword body are extremely obvious. It seems that as long as it is pulled out, it will be broken into pieces of scrap iron.

But no matter what kind of sword it is, even if it is really a piece of scrap iron, it is definitely not a mortal thing that can arouse the resonance of the evil dragon Fen Tianlun!

Han Xiao took a deep breath, stepped on the ground with both feet, and used the lightning-chasing movement method. With the help of the raised stones on the rock wall, after a few jumps, he directly climbed to the top of the rock wall.

"Buzz!"

The Rusty Sword vibrated again, and even let out a cheerful sword cry.

And this kind of joyful feeling also surged in Han Xiao's mind.

Like-minded!
A smile appeared on the corner of Han Xiao's mouth, and he finally found a sword that matched his eyes.

"Look! That Han Xiao is about to pull out the psychic sword!"

A disciple saw Han Xiao fly up and stopped beside a black rusty sword, and immediately yelled.

Following his roar, the surrounding disciples all leaned over, even Elder Bai Guhong, his eyes were also looking at this side.

"Why did you choose this sword?" Bai Guhong frowned and shook his head slightly.

"Does anyone know what kind of sword this is?" A disciple pointed to the rusted sword on the rock wall. "It seems to be corroded badly. Even if it is a psychic sword, it should be almost useless."

"I don't know..." Everyone shook their heads, "I think it's a piece of scrap iron, without any fluctuations in the sword energy, and it's not even as good as the ordinary sword weapons in the sword pool below."

Han Xiao's eyes were fixed on Rust Sword.

The kind of spiritual resonance just produced made Han Xiao's instant killing sword intent seem to be more condensed!
"Good sword!" Han Xiao smiled at Rusty Sword, reached out and stroked the sword gently, as if caressing a close lover.

Suddenly, there was a slight tingling pain from the fingertips, the index finger was cut by the notch on the blade, and a drop of blood dripped out, falling on the blade, and a strange thing happened.

The drop of blood was completely absorbed by Rusty Sword. The next moment, an electric current hit, Han Xiao trembled all over, and looked at his fingers in surprise.

How could such a rusty sword cut through his own skin?

"Buzz!"

There were bursts of sword sounds, and the sword seemed to be revived, and it made a very clear and incomparable sound.

"What a strong spirituality!" Bai Guhong's eyelids twitched. He has been guarding the Hidden Sword Valley for more than 100 years, but he has never discovered that this sword has any spiritual energy.

"Come with me." Han Xiao gently held the hilt of the sword and exerted a little force.

With a "click", the Rusty Sword came loose from the rock wall and was firmly held in Han Xiao's hand.

"It's pulled out! This guy actually pulled out a psychic sword!"

"What's the big deal, it's just a rusty sword, it's cracked like this, even if it's a psychic sword, I'm afraid it can't be used for fighting anymore!"

"You can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour." A disciple said with a disdainful smile: "If you have the guts, you can draw a psychic sword and show me?"

"Haha!" Han Xiao raised the Rusty Sword and raised it high above his head, urging a wisp of true energy to inject it into the Rusty Sword.

But the next moment, a scene that stunned everyone happened.

"Crack!"

As soon as Han Xiao's true energy was injected into the Rusty Sword, the crack on the blade rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, there were several cracking sounds on the Rusty Sword, and then, it turned into four pieces directly. fell down.

Except for the hilt, the other three pieces were all smashed to the ground.

And as these fragments fell to the ground, there were several "clicks", and the fragments were smashed to pieces in one fell swoop, turning into a pile of rusty iron blocks.

"Broken...broken?"

"It's not broken, it's broken!" A disciple swallowed, "It can be recast if it's broken, but if it's broken like this..."

Han Xiao felt a pain in his heart, and quickly jumped down from the stone wall, took off his coat, carefully picked up the debris on the ground, and wrapped it in the coat.

"Hahaha, it's really a piece of scrap iron!" The disciple who was ridiculed that he couldn't eat grapes immediately laughed arrogantly, "I'll just say, what's so great about pulling out a piece of scrap iron? I just pull it out with my eyes closed!"

"Stop talking sarcastic!" At this moment, it was Zhang Yunxiang who arrived.

Zhang Yunxiang squeezed into the crowd, walked quickly to Han Xiao's side, and comforted him: "Brother, there are a lot of swords here. With your strength, you can draw whichever you want, and ignore them!"

(End of this chapter)