Every subordinate in the world is slapping the face

Chapter 328 I'm Really a Sword 3
Sikong Zhentian wandered anxiously at the gate of Jiange.

Sikong Meng is the only descendant of their Sikong family, if something happens to him, how should he explain to the Sikong family.

The price paid by the Sikong family to seal this magic sword is really too high.

Originally, their family was prosperous, and everyone in the clan was proficient in formations. When the rivers and lakes were in trouble, they could have hidden in the formations to avoid these disasters.

But the family members are still too soft-hearted. When the whole world is in ruins, when an old man comes to them covered in blood, their heart to hide from the world is shaken.

In order to prevent the magic sword from wreaking havoc in the world, they sealed the magic sword with the power of blood.

However, the price is also huge, but for a hundred years, the members of the Sikong family have gradually declined, and in Xiaomeng's generation, he is the only descendant.

Xiaomeng's parents died early, and there were only him and Xiaomeng left in the Sikong family, so he doted on Xiaomeng so much.

He even just wanted him to live under his wings forever and protect him for the rest of his life.

"How long have they been in there?"

"Going back to the sect master, it's just a cup of tea."

Sikong Zhentian was still worried.

Although usually when those newcomers go in, which one doesn't stay in the Jiange for a long time.

Not only because there are too many swords in the Jiange, but also because they don't know what to choose.

But Sikong Meng is different, Sikong Zhentian has already said hello, and the only thing he has to choose is uniqueness.

That is the legendary magic sword.

As for Sikong Zhentian's decision to include Wei Hua, in fact, he still has selfish motives.

He hoped that Wei Hua, who was also pure in heart, would choose the Demon Sword, and of course it would be best to conquer it with his pure and kind personality.

Tianxuanmen has always emphasized the unity of human and sword, and the choice of sword may affect a person's life.

Whether the sword is good or bad is actually not the most important thing, only the one that suits you is the best.

And after so many years, how many people still remember such words.

The blind pursuit of perfection has long fascinated everyone.

Wei Hua really never thought that he would have the opportunity to enter the Jiange.

After all, this is the place where the legendary sword is sealed.

He widened his eyes curiously, and there were scattered swords of different sizes and lengths inside, which dazzled people when they saw them.

Wei Hua was immediately dazzled by the choice, and was very satisfied with which sword he saw.

Just looking at him, he felt a chill on his neck, and the cold wind kept blowing in despite the airtightness of the place, which made him suddenly a little scared.

Not only did Sikong Meng, who came in with him, become his reliance.

When he saw Sikong Meng going to the depths of Jiange, he followed immediately.

"Sikong Meng, what are you doing in there? I think the swords here are pretty good."

Wei Hua saw that Sikong Meng's delicate face was full of solemnity, as if he was making some terrible decision.

He was too embarrassed to disturb him, but followed closely behind him.

Of course, he is also very curious about the magic sword inside. If he is lucky enough to take a look at it, it will be enough for him to brag in front of Zhang Sansan for a while.

The more the two walked in, the more they felt gusts of wind blowing on them.

In fact, these are not all evil spirits. If it is a person with bad intentions, he may have been invaded by evil spirits at this time and will either die or go crazy.

And this is also the main reason why no Xiaoxiao dared to come to Tianxuanmen to snatch the magic sword for so many years.

"Hey, don't follow me any more."

Sikong Meng's face was full of tension.

"why?"

Although Wei Hua didn't want to follow, his curiosity and fear forced him to follow.

"Don't come if I tell you not to come." Sikong Meng looked arrogant.

"I take a look."

Sikong Meng simply didn't bother to talk to him.

The two walked for a long time in the evil wind, and finally saw the magic sword inserted in the sealed place in the innermost part.

The entire sword body is shiny and white, with a faint cold light, and it looks like the sword glow is extremely sharp, as if the silver glow of the sword handle is full of exquisite and complicated patterns, making it look even more mysterious.

"What a beautiful sword."

If they hadn't known that it was a magic sword, Sikong Meng and the others would definitely have thought it was a divine object.

At this time, Shu Yu was also very interested in Wei Hua.

Who made Wei Hua become the third in the family when he just started. This kind of talent with outstanding aptitude, ordinary appearance, and mediocre family background is the standard for the protagonist's younger brother at first glance.

As for Lin Di, the second in the door comparison, this person has the potential to be a leading role. Just because of the death of the whole family, he will gain a lot of points. It is a pity that his dark personality and vicious face make him feel like a hero. Let his appearance be greatly discounted.

Rather than saying that he is the protagonist, it is better to say that he is more like a villain.

As for what the hell is it?Have to study slowly.

In fact, after talking nonsense for a long time, she was more inclined to Sikong Meng from the beginning to the end, who made Lin Di not agree with her aesthetics.

Because Yangou has no reason at all.

"Sikong Meng, what are you doing?"

Wei Hua saw Sikong Meng heading towards the direction where the magic sword was. At the same time, the magic sword seemed to sense it, the blade began to tremble slightly, and the whole sword kept flashing red.

Wei Hua was so frightened that she sat down on the ground.

"The magic sword, really is the magic sword."

If the sword just now looked like a fetish, at this time she was glowing red, which was simply evil and charming.

Coupled with the raging evil spirits surrounding the formation, if Wei Hua and Sikong Meng hadn't been simple-minded, they would have been bewitched by their inner demons and gone crazy long ago.

"what."

In Wei Hua's panic, Sikong Meng had already grasped the magic sword in his hand.

Sikong Meng always thought that the magic sword would be very difficult to control, and he had even planned that if he was controlled by the magic sword, even if he committed suicide, he would not let her succeed.

But why do I feel nothing at all?

Could it be that those legends about the magic sword are all false?

He could even feel the bursts of joy coming from the sword.

Looking at Yingrun's sword, Sikongmeng also sincerely loves it.

"Since you have chosen me, let me give you a name."

"The sword is like a frightening bird, and its power is like a broken feather. Why don't you call you Feiyujian."

"Buzz."

The sword trembled for a while, and Sikong Meng could feel the joy coming from the sword.

Then a simple and elegant "language" suddenly appeared on the sword frame.

Sikong Meng's face froze.

It must be that the sword is illiterate.

Wei Hua looked at Sikong Meng enviously.

He obviously didn't expect that the magic sword would recognize its owner so easily, and looking at Sikong Meng's appearance, it didn't look like something was wrong.

Everyone must have been duped.

She must not be Demon Sword.

When the two came out, Sikong Zhentian's eyes were a little sore.

However, Sikong Meng handed the magic sword to Sikong Zhentian as if he had found a treasure.

"uncle."

"This is..." The sweeping old man looked at the simple and exquisite 'language' on the sword grid, and said in surprise, "The magic sword has recognized its master."

The Demon Sword recognizes its master, which has never happened since the beginning. As long as Sikong Meng doesn't start killing, there will be no major problems.

Sikong Zhentian excitedly wanted to touch it, but unexpectedly, he was shaken away by the magic sword, and suffered severe backlash on the spot.

But Sikong Zhentian seemed relieved and said, "Okay, okay."

The people who were still happy at this time did not see that several people in the crowd were looking at Sikong Meng viciously.

(End of this chapter)