Reborn Sword Emeperor in the City

A Western monk, with a golden sword in his hand, was enveloped with sword Qi, and his face was full of excitement.

"Me too. I've got the magic weapon, too." Another monk called out.

"Me too. The magic soldier has recognized the Lord."

As the fog dispersed, there were hundreds of magic swords all over the land. During this period, many people held the magic swords in their hands.

The warriors without magic weapons have pulled up the magic weapons on the ground one after another. From one magic weapon before to hundreds now, everyone can't believe whether the golden sword in their hands is a real magic weapon.

However, the golden sword in yunqianxun's hand had already broken away, and he flew out directly. He rushed to chase it, because he knew that the golden sword he broke away from was the real magic weapon, and the rest was just confusion.

In the original scene of fighting for the magic weapon, at the end, everyone had the magic weapon. Even Wang Ke was holding a golden sword in his hand for no reason. He was so confused that he didn't know what had happened. Then he asked, "brother Ling, you are Jianxiu. Can you help me to see if the golden sword in my hand is the magic weapon? Now the streets are full of golden swords."

"It's not a magic weapon, but it's better than others." Ling Feng shakes his head and says, hearing that Ling Feng is not a magic weapon, Wang Ke, who is going to throw the sword directly, thinks that since it's better than others, it's better to keep it.

Everyone doesn't know what's going on now. Only Ling Feng knows that the reason why the golden sword is a magic weapon is because of his intelligence and his independent consciousness. The two golden swords have been buried in the ruins for thousands of years. Although they are born today, they will choose their own master. Although yunqianxun is suitable, he is a little poor, so the golden sword doesn't want to give it to yunqianxun,.

So it released its own strength, resulting in the emergence of hundreds of golden swords. Ling Feng didn't expect that the golden sword would have such awareness and didn't want to be accepted. Instead, it wanted to find a new owner, which surprised Ling Feng a little.

However, the golden sword pursued by yunqianxun is not necessarily a real magic weapon. At this time, everyone has a golden sword in their hands. They keep looking at the golden sword in their hands.

"There are so many. Who is the real one?" The warrior asked in doubt.

"Only by trying can we know who is the real one and whose magic weapon is the most powerful. It must be the real magic weapon." Someone said.

"Hahaha, the magic soldier will definitely choose the hero. The magic soldier in my hand is real." The blood count says happily, he clenches the golden sword, the sword momentum soars to the sky, exudes the formidable sword spirit.

"I don't think so, or we'll compete." Carl stood up and said that his sword may not be weaker than others.

"Good."

The old Earl was not afraid, and soon they collided with each other. The two swords were in a duel. The light of the sword was bright, and the powerful power of the sword swept the whole court. It was just the power of the sword. Their attack was a very simple chop. For them, the Chinese swordsmanship was very advanced, and they didn't understand it at all.

"Bang."

Another fierce collision, Carl's sword broken in two, the old count said with a laugh: "I said, only the magic weapon in my hand is true."

Carl didn't say a word, and his face was ugly. Then several people challenged the old count, but the result was the same. All the gold swords in his hand were broken.

The old count, with a proud face, stood on a big stone, holding the golden sword in his hand, emitting a strong sword power. At this time, the golden sword in everyone's hands became dim. No one dares to challenge him, because they all believe that the golden sword in the old count's hand is the real magic weapon.