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Chapter 674 I am a swordsman (seven more)

"Oh shit……"

The old Patriarch Jiang's expression was as ugly as his dead father. He clenched his fists, his face was ashen, and finally cursed out those two words.

At this moment, only the word "Damn" can describe the inner feelings of Old Patriarch Jiang.

Because, at that moment just now, Old Patriarch Jiang clearly saw that the black knife in Ye Xuan's hand was, unexpectedly, about to awaken.

If one word were used to describe the old Patriarch Jiang's mood at the moment, it would undoubtedly be "grass".If you use two words, there is no doubt that it is "damn".If you use three words, of course it is "grass mother".

Yes, the old Patriarch Jiang never imagined in his dreams that the black knife would actually wake up.It has obviously been rusted for thousands of years, no matter what methods the members of the Jiang family have used, they have been unable to polish off the rust on the black knife.But now, the rust on the black knife actually fell off on its own initiative.

The old Patriarch Jiang wanted to slap himself twice, if he could get the black knife back from Ye Xuan's hand.However, it is almost impossible to take back the water spilled from the things sent out.

On the ring, Ye Xuan retreated to the corner of the ring, while Yan San stayed in the middle of the ring.Because, just now, Yan San also noticed that the black knife in Ye Xuan's hand had changed.

"Very well, as a swordsman, I decided to wait for the treasured sword in your hand to stop changing before killing you."

Yan San sneered a few times, squinted his eyes at Ye Xuan, and said seriously.

As a swordsman, Yan San couldn't do such a despicable thing as a sneak attack.Therefore, Yan San would rather have a fair duel than use indiscriminate means.

"Okay! Thanks a lot then."

Ye Xuan was very grateful for Yan San's generosity. After all, it would be reasonable for Yan San to attack him at this time.

As long as people are on the ring, the battle... will continue!Since there is only life and death in this battle, there is no victory or defeat, so it is absolutely normal for Yan San to make a move at this time.However, for the dignity of a swordsman, Yan San decided to wait for the treasured sword in Ye Xuan's hand to stop changing before attacking Ye Xuan.

This kind of boldness is indeed admirable!
"Boom!"

The crisp cracks continued to come from the black knife.

Ye Xuan stared carefully at the rusty black knife in his hand, his eyes shone sharply.

"Boom!"

A very heavy voice sounded above the black knife.

After that voice sounded, a piece of iron-red rust fell from the rusted blade of the black knife.

The moment the rust fell off, a sharp knife light flashed across the black knife.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several voices sounded again.

The rust on the black knife continued to fall off, and the black knife actually revealed its shiny blade.

"Whoa!"

Countless bits of rust fell off the blade.

That black knife, at this moment, has completely transformed, the whole body is pitch black, as if it has been soaked in ink, and the sharp and sharp knife is still shining.

"Is this... the black knife?"

Ye Xuan revealed a look of surprise, and said in a deep voice.

Under the arena, those cultivators were all stunned at this moment.

"Fuck, I saw that knife just now. I always thought it was a piece of rotten iron. I threw it on the ground and stomped on it. Who would have thought that it was a precious knife! Lost, lost , It’s really a blood loss.”

"I also saw that knife just now, but like you, I just went up and stepped on it."

"I also stepped on two feet."

All of a sudden, around the No. [-] ring, there was a sound of "you step on me, step on me".

Yes, those cultivators also saw the black knife just now, but, like Ye Xuan's original thought, they all thought that the black knife was a scrap of copper and rotten iron, and it was not worth picking it up at all. .Some people with low qualities even went up and stepped on them.

But who ever thought that such a knife that was rejected by everyone would actually be a world-shaking treasure knife, and it was also a legendary black knife.

"Brother, quickly drip your blood on that black knife."

At this time, Ying Tian, ​​who had a serious expression on his face, showed a look of surprise on his face, and hurriedly shouted.

"Ok?"

Ye Xuan showed suspicion, but he had no doubts in Yingtian, and he did what Yingtian said, cut his palm open, and dripped a few drops of blood on the black knife.

Old Patriarch Jiang, who was standing in the distance, was completely stunned.The Black Knife is a divine tool, as famous as the Zangfeng Sword, almost a psychic sword, and now that Ye Xuan dripped blood on the Black Knife, invisibly, he signed a certain contract with the Black Knife.If Ye Xuan is not dead, the black knife cannot change hands.

Undoubtedly, this black knife only belongs to Ye Xuan.

"Grass!"

The old Patriarch Jiang was more than 100 years old, but he couldn't help but swear.In other words, anyone who sees this kind of scene can't help cursing.His own treasured sword was taken away by others, and awakened in the hands of others.How can anyone not be angry?
Ye Xuan couldn't quite understand the anger in Old Patriarch Jiang's heart.

When the blood flowing from Ye Xuan's palm continuously dripped on the black knife, at this moment, that black knife was actually blooming with a blood-colored brilliance, which is very extraordinary.

The black knife has a jet-black knife body, and on the black knife body, there are nine lifelike dragons engraved on it, which is very vivid and unique.

"boom!"

A blood-colored radiance bloomed from the blade of the black knife, wrapping around Ye Xuan's palm.

At this moment, the pitch-black knife body seemed to be integrated with Ye Xuan, exuding a vague knife mang.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The air is constantly being split.

"Good knife!"

Ye Xuan grabbed the black knife with his hand suddenly, the black knife trembled suddenly, the blade trembled violently, making Ye Xuan's arm numb.

"Boom!"

Ye Xuan abruptly pulled the black knife out of the rocky floor, and in an instant, an endless force of the knife was released from the black knife, wreaking havoc all around.

"What a powerful knife!"

Even Yan San's expression changed in horror at this moment, and a few traces of solemnity were wiped across his face.

"Good knife! Really good knife!"

Ye Xuan was full of admiration, his sharp eyes were always staring at the black knife, Ye Xuan's arm was a little numb, but this did not affect Ye Xuan holding the black knife.

The black knife, the whole body is pitch black, and the knife weighs 720 catties.

It didn't take much for Ye Xuan to pick up the black knife. He lifted the black knife, and a gloomy black air closely followed the trajectory of the black knife.

The air seemed to be swallowed, and it was also dyed pitch black!

"Okay, now you have a knife. Next, I will not show mercy."

Ruan Jian Yan San's expression became more and more dignified, and he said in a cold voice.

He could feel that the black knife in Ye Xuan's hand was full of power.He had no doubt that if he was hit by the black knife in Ye Xuan's hand, he would definitely be seriously injured, and he might even be killed directly.

"Yan San, you are a respectable swordsman. But now, I must tell you that you are no longer my opponent."

Ye Xuan chuckled, his whole body was enveloped by the black energy emitted by the black knife, Ye Xuan came to this ring like a demon god, looking down at Yan San from a high position, and said in a cold voice.

"Hehe, I am a swordsman, even if I lose, I will still fight!"

Yan San chuckled a few times, and the [Qinghan Sword] in his hand erupted with a chill, killing Ye Xuan like a soft swimming snake.

(End of this chapter)