I Am a Magic Sword

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"Daddy, look at this sword!" An eleven-two-year-old boy rushed into the house and handed the long sword to his father with joy and pride in his face.

"Is it found?" said the child's father, staring at the long sword with some doubt. "Where was it?"

"On the roadside."

"How could such a good sword be picked up by the roadside?"

The child's father knew at a glance that it was a good sword.

There are no cracks, no curling blades, and no rust. At first glance, it has been carefully maintained.

Did anyone accidentally lose it?

"To be honest!" the man said flatly.

"Uh..." The boy hesitated and said the truth, "Today a hapless man was hit by Master Liu Er's car, and that sword was the hapless one... I originally wanted to pay it back, but that The hapless ghost was instantly killed."

"That's bad enough!"

The man nodded.

Everyone in Iron Stone City did not know Master Liu's Second Master. The horses of Master Liu's Second Master were very precious monsters and wild horses. After running with all their strength, it was really possible to kill a warrior.

"This sword was hit far away. At that time, almost everyone focused on the unlucky ghost, and I picked it up..." The boy said with some pride, "After I got the sword, I still I walked in the alley for a long time, and found that no one came over before going home."

The child's father said silently: "With your strength, can you find being tracked?"

Who knew that the boy replied: "Because of my poor strength, no one will follow me! If someone really sees this sword, they will stand up and grab it. I think about it. If someone stands up, Grab, I just throw the sword and run!"

The child's father nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, you are still smart!"

"Dad, aren't you just missing a good weapon? I think your big knife has been edged!"

"This sword is much stronger than my big sword!" The child's father did not have a right arm. He took the long sword in his left hand and waved it with his hand. He gently cut the corner of the table without resistance, and smiled at the corner of his mouth. , "It should be a good sword."

"That should work?"

"can!"

At this moment, a violent cough came from inside the house, and the boy ran into it while trotting.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

As the boy said, he lifted a pale, thin woman from the bed.

"Just breathless." The woman whispered.

"It's time to drink the medicine!" The boy's father brought a bowl of steaming soup in his left hand.

"Ok!"

After drinking the medicine hard, the woman lay back on the bed and secretly watched her husband and son leave. Tears in the corners of her eyes ran like lines.

"Whether the tenth sword master Fu Yuanming is bound!"

"No binding at the moment!" Chen Hao replied immediately.

After pitting Ma Yibin, Chen Hao is free again.

He didn't care about not returning to the Iron Wolf Gang.

The iron wolf gang is too garbage to find a good sword master, and he has been too high-profile recently, and too many people have died. The arsenal management of the iron wolf gang seems to suspect him. very good.

Therefore, when he was asked systematically whether to bind the little boy and his father, he chose "No".

Anyway, he can confirm the binding at any time.

He is now only a top-level mortal weapon, and can only be regarded as a weapon of some value, not an essential weapon for martial arts.

If the reputation is stinked, the name of doom is far-reaching, I am afraid that the sword master will not be found in the future!

Therefore, he intends to wait again, if he can wait for a powerful or potential sword master, he will make a profit.

After spending a day at Fu Yuanming's house, Chen Hao probably knew the family's situation.

Fu Yuanming was a butcher. He used to be a good warrior, but later lost his right hand and opened a small shop selling pork in Tieshicheng.

He has a son who picked up Chen Hao and a wife who has been sick in bed for many years.

Early the next morning, Fu Yuanming got up and opened the shop. The business was not good in the morning, but he didn't take it seriously. ,

Soon after, a young man dressed in light armored city guards came over. He seemed to know Fu Yuanming: "Brother Fu, there is work at noon today!"

"Okay, I will arrive early!"

Before midday, Fu Yuanming closed the shop and returned home, looking at a knife and a sword hanging on the wall.

Pull out the knife, the blade is already curled, and you can't cut the pork without effort.

He hesitated, and chose to bring a long sword and a small burden.

"Xiaowen, Chengwei told me to go out!"

"Hmm!" The voice was subtle.

Fu Yuanming left silently, bought five steamed buns on the road, walked a few streets, he came to a square.

In this square, Chen Hao knew that the Iron Stone City specifically executed prisoners.

Fu Yuanming got into a small room and changed into a white coat. Chen Hao looked very familiar.

He drew his long sword and waved it a few times at will, and inserted the long sword into his scabbard with satisfaction.

"Brother Fu, time is up!"

"it is good!"

Fu Yuanming walked out of the small house. At this time, it was almost noon, the clouds dissipated, and the hot sun shone on the earth.

There are many people in the small square, most of them are lively civilians.

He walked up to the scaffold and placed the buns with small bags on the side of the scaffold.

On the scaffold, three people were **** in shackles, and people in white prison uniforms knelt on the ground.

An official from the main city government came forward and announced the crimes of the three people on the bench.

The three men wiped out a wealthy family in Iron Stone City the night before. Unlucky, they were just hit by the city guards.

Chen Hao staying in the Long Sword finally knew what Fu Yunming was doing!

It turned out to be the executioner!

In an instant, the image of the middle-aged one-armed greasy uncle who was originally in his eyes suddenly rose up!

The executioner is one of his best swordsmen!

He does not seek to meet the protagonist of the novel, which often kills Ying Ye, seconds and seconds.

As long as the sword master can kill several people from time to time to feed him, he is very satisfied!

There is no way. The former sword masters in front of him are too useless, so that Chen Hao's requirements for the sword master are also greatly reduced.

He understood a little bit, and the oldest occupations in this world are the most murderous.

Soldiers, killers, executioners!

In the past, he was idle and bored, and had imagined that there could be several sword masters of this profession, but he didn't expect his dream to come true now!

Executioner!

It is safer than soldiers and murders, and has a stable channel of account entry. Chen Hao has dared not crave more!

"System, bound sword master Fu Yuanming!"

"Bound successfully!"

After the binding was successful, Chen Hao also turned off the doom halo skill by the way, for fear of accidentally killing him!

After announcing the crime, the official shouted: "Execution!"

"Eighteen years later, Lao Tzu is another good man!" the first prisoner who was beheaded shouted loudly.

There was no expression on Fu Yuanming's face. He overheard such words and became numb.

If he had no other choice, he would not want to be an executioner.

He took a sip of hard liquor and sprayed it on the sword. He kicked his feet on the back of the first prisoner. The prisoner was planted directly into a small red-brown pit.

A blood line appeared on the prisoner's neck, and then the head fell directly into the pit. The blood spewed out, also poured into the small pit, and then flowed down the scaffold along the groove.

Fu Yuanming's hand was steady, and no drop of blood splashed outside the pit.

The second prisoner did not have the courage of the first prisoner. He was already frightened. He struggled desperately, and his gray pants were stained with water.

Fu Yuanming was unmoved, kicked up, and decisively cut off the second head.

"Please, don’t kill me, I don’t want to die!"

The third prisoner cried.

Fu Yuanming didn't speak, and kicked him into the pit indifferently.

He couldn't decide whether the prisoner was alive.

One wave of three kills, the technique is neat and straight, the continuous vitality and soul are absorbed by Chen Hao, Chen Hao is not happy!