My Master is Lin Zhengying

He was deeply attracted by this broken sword.

Although the surface looks rusty, Nan Chen can feel the power inside it.

That kind of sword intent that is so powerful that it looks down on the world.

And, just at the moment when it was unsheathed.

That kind of fierce sword energy further proves how extraordinary and extraordinary this sword is.

"A good sword, really a good sword!"

Said, Nan Chen waved it a few times.

I just feel the gust of sword wind, which is very smooth.

While waving, there are bursts of power.

Qiusheng Wencai and others also approached at this time.

They were shocked by the sword qi just now, and they all had a new understanding of the broken sword.

Seeing that Nan Chen can control the sword now, he is still dancing.

They all widened their eyes, feeling that Nan Chen had found a treasure.

After all, this sword is currently an unowned thing.

Moreover, with so many people, only Nan Chen can pull it out.

This sword, naturally, was collected by Nan Chen.

"Junior brother, is your hand still hurting while holding this sword?"

Wencai asked tentatively.

The tingling pain just now made his palms feel numb.

Nan Chen smiled:

"No, I can swing easily now!"

After speaking, he waved a few more times.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng frowned.

Suddenly surprised:

"Junior brother, the blood on the sword, the blood has been absorbed..."

Qiusheng said so.

Nan Chen also froze for a moment, and looked down.

Sure enough, he found the blood that flowed down the hilt of the sword just now.

It disappeared now, and was completely absorbed by this broken sword.

At the same time, a streak of blood oozes from the wound on his palm again.

As a result, as soon as it reached the body of the sword, it penetrated into the sword.

It was as if it had been swallowed.

Seeing this, Nan Chen couldn't help being surprised.

Jiale Qingqing, including Ren Tingting, all looked shocked.

Qingqing was even more surprised and said:

"Nan Chen, this sword sucks blood!"

"The blood-sucking sword, isn't this sword an evil sword?"

Jiale couldn't help but say something.

"Nan Chen, stop holding it, or it will suck your blood dry."

Ren Tingting was also worried.

After Nan Chen checked it carefully, he found that it only swallowed the blood and did no other harm to him.

So, take it for granted:

"It's okay, this little blood won't endanger me."

Said, Nan Chen stuck the long sword on the ground.

Withdrew his hand.

Such a powerful sword, what is it to suck some blood?

In this chaotic demon world, with such a sword in hand in the future, one's own strength will definitely increase greatly.

I am delighted.

Seeing that Nan Chen's palm was injured, Ren Tingting took out her handkerchief:

"Brother Nanchen, use my handkerchief to bandage it first."