The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 1571 The Strangeness of the Sword
"Not interested in."

Luo Qingxie looked dull and walked away.

The three of them stood here, feeling really embarrassed.

After all, they are also Venerables.

Let other people know this, maybe you have to laugh out loud.

The two looked at the person next to them who had been silent.

"Xinhe, what shall we do now?"

"What can I do?"

Zhuang Xinhe thought for a while, then pondered, "Follow him and see what he wants to do."

"it is good."

Just in case, the three of them even hid their aura specifically.

"Come and see!"

"Everyone, come and see, whoever can pull out this sword, I will give it to him as a gift!"

……

on a certain street.

There was a crowd.

On the ring, there is a sword.

And standing next to him was a young man in decent clothes.

Everyone gathered around to watch the fun.

Talk and laugh.

A sword suddenly flew out of the boy's body.

Fly directly into the crowd.

Luo Qingxie quickly followed.

On the back of the hand, the ink-colored sword patterns shone slightly.

A small sword flew out, really frightening the people around.

"Where did this sword come from?"

Someone smiled and said: "This is to prepare for trouble, is it here to mess things up?"

"That's right, it's just a sword. How could someone not be able to pull it out? Besides, your sword is a low-grade Taoist weapon. That's fine, Your Excellency, don't fool people."

"That's right, don't fool us, let's go, it's boring."

The young man frowned slightly, glanced at the sword beside him, and said, "If you don't believe me, you can invite someone to come over and try."

The Moon Gathering Sword hovered in front of the scabbard containing the sword for a while, then fell to the ground with a thud.

People didn't pay much attention.

"Okay. Let me try!"

Among the crowd, a strong man came out.

This person's cultivation has reached the Xuansheng realm.

On the stage, the young man made a gesture of invitation: "Okay, please come and try."

Among the crowd, a young man in white appeared.

He watched calmly without making a sound.

The strong man stepped onto the stage, his eyes fell on the scabbard, and he drank: "Isn't it just a sword of Taoism, what's the big deal, you look after it, I'll pull it out right now!"

One drink.

The strong man grabbed the hilt of his sword and exerted all his strength.

Just when everyone thought it was about to end, the strong man didn't pull out his sword, but his complexion gradually turned red.

"What's the matter with him?"

"Something is wrong, this person seems to be unable to pull out."

Everyone looked at the strong man on the stage strangely, his face turned blue and red for a while.

As if he couldn't breathe, the veins on his face and neck bulged.

His expression showed pain.

There was fear in the pupils.

"Save...save..."

Everyone looked at it suspiciously, completely unaware of what the people on the stage wanted to do.

"What's the matter with this person, look at it, it's like this, don't let go."

"Maybe he did it for the sake of face. After all, this is just a low-grade weapon. If it gets out, people will probably die of laughter."

……

Suddenly, the strong man's complexion turned pale.

slammed to the ground.

The blue veins on his face could be seen vaguely.

The pupils collapsed, and he died with regret.

The young man's face was dull, he squatted on the ground, stretched out his fingers to check his breath, took out his handkerchief, and said, "Dead."

Everyone's complexion changed.

died? !
A good person just died like this?
(End of this chapter)