The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 597 Detaining the Divine Sword
"Spirituality is amazing, although it is not as good as Quexie, but it is majestic and upright, majestic and strong, but it is not comparable to Quexie. It is really a good sword, a magic sword."

Xiang Yang is a swordsman, he also likes swords, loves swords, for such a magic sword, he naturally becomes possessive, even if he doesn't use it, it's good to keep it in his collection and watch it day and night.

Thinking this way, the strength on the finger increased by another three points, and he silently used the Twelve-story Building Zhan Shen Dao, using the spirit as the sword, attaching it to the blade, trying to subdue it.

However, when the spirit penetrated, I only felt an extremely vast idea resisting myself, and there was a kind of integrity that would rather be broken than broken.

Xiang Yang understands that since the first master of the Azure Sword, there may not be a master of swordsmanship that can be inherited by the descendants, but generations of descendants have put their spiritual thoughts on the Azure Sword to strengthen their spirituality , and at the same time deepen the bond between the magic knife and this family, even if others get it, it will be extremely difficult to get the spiritual approval of the magic knife.

The magic sword has a spirit, it is not comparable to the fierce and evil sword of Quexie, but it is not powerful enough to subdue it, otherwise, with Xiang Yang's sword skills at this time, he can fully communicate the spirituality, refine the spirit, and transform it for oneself.

"Pity."

Xiang Yang sighed, and swiped backhand with two fingers holding the blade of Bikong Sword. The moment he let go, his right hand tightly held the handle of Bikong Sword, and pressed it firmly into the wooden box.

With a quick gust of wind, the lid of the wooden box was closed, the edge of the magic knife was retracted, and the terrifying aura that was hanging over the heads of everyone in the inn lobby disappeared without a trace.

Seeing Xiang Yang's series of actions, the two elders opened their mouths wide, revealing gaps in their teeth, and their freckled faces twitched, which showed the turmoil in their hearts.

A group of young people couldn't believe their eyes, it was the blue sky sword, it was a magic weapon,

The sharpness of the blue sky magic weapon has always been unfavorable, but he can't help but be suppressed by this person, what is this sacred?

"The Liaohe Yan family, established 200 years ago, is the master of the blue sky knife. The family's legendary sword, the blue sky, is masculine and upright. Seeing it once is better than hearing it. It really lives up to its reputation."

It was the owner of the inn who was talking, and he was back to normal at this time, looking at Xiang Yang with serious eyes, although he had noticed the extraordinaryness of the other party when he first arrived, he still underestimated him.

"As for this one, I expected it well. In the Qingjiang Mansion, at such an age, there are people with such martial arts and saber skills. Only Xiang Yang, who is famous for moving Yanxi's gold medal, is the fast arrester. I don't know if Xing can admit his mistake?"

The innkeeper has extensive knowledge, can recognize the origin of the blue sky sword, and can also recognize Xiang Yang through his own judgment. He is not a simple person.

"What, you are the gold medal catcher Xiang Yang of the God Catchment Sect? Then how can you have the devilish energy of the bone-melting magic skill on your body? Bikong will never admit it wrong."

Hearing the innkeeper's words, an old man's heart became cold. It's over, and the golden medal of the God Catchment Sect actually practiced the magic skill of not melting bones. This is the way of the world. Could it be the beginning of troubled times?
They came here just for the black hair in the hands of the God catching door to stiffen. Now that the gold medal catcher of the God catching door has quickly practiced magic skills, it must be a conspiracy. The court eagle dog is really not a good person.

"I haven't practiced the non-melting bone you mentioned, but I have two teeth of a strong man who practiced the non-melting bone magic art in my hand. This should be the reason why the blue sky magic knife misidentified it."

Xiang Yang figured it out after a little thought, and took out the two fangs from his bosom. The moment the fangs were exposed, the blue sky sword on the table was about to move again, and the wooden box trembled slightly.

Shaking his head slightly, Xiang Yang rubbed it vigorously, and with a burst of masculine zhenqi on his fingertips, he directly crushed the two hollow fangs into powder. corroborates what he said.

The magic sword has a spirit, but it is not human after all, because Xiang Yang has two stiff teeth in his arms, and he mistook them for a demon who practiced the magic art of not melting bones. Therefore, the moment Xiang Yang opened the wooden box, the god The knife spontaneously wanted to kill him.

And the young man who was the first to attack Xiang Yang was still rolling on the ground, screaming, his voice was hoarse and weak, and his appearance of life rather than death really made people's scalp tingle.

Xiang Yang felt that the magic knife was upright and upright, and this group of people was also quite upright, so they tapped a finger to force out the blond hair from Jiuwei's acupuncture point for the young man, and solved the source of the other's pain.

"So that's why I waited abruptly. In the Liaohe River, Yan Congbei, this is Yan Congyue, my brother-in-law. I met the arrester Xiang. This is all a misunderstanding. I came from Liaohe from far away for the sake of the short distance. The bubbling black-haired stiff that time wears.

I came to this inn on the way, I wanted to rest for a while, but I didn't expect the magic knife to warn, there is a devil here, so I will commit such mistakes, and I also ask Mr. Xiang to have a lot. "

The leader, the old man of the Yan family, suppressed the feeling of being a dog in his heart, licked his old face and cupped his fists towards Xiang Yang, smiling all over his face, and kept his posture very low.

After arguing for a long time, it was all because of the two teeth, how can there be any reasoning for this?It was a completely innocent disaster, how did they know that Bikong also made mistakes.

Liaohe is located in Dai County, which is the closest to the Central Plains among the seven counties of Yong.

"The old guy has some eyesight. He can see that Xiang Yang is powerful, and he simply bows his head. He just doesn't know if this Xiang Yang will eat this kind of thing. The magic weapon is touching, and Xiang Yang is still a master of swordsmanship."

The innkeeper slammed his mouth, his bull's eyes widened, and he looked at the wooden box on the table beside Xiang Yang, which was also a little hot. Although he had withdrawn from the arena for many years, he was still a little moved in the face of such a magical soldier.

"Misunderstanding? If you changed someone, what do you think would happen in the situation just now?
It's not that Xiang is narrow-minded, but that what you have done is too much.

This blue sky magic knife belongs to your Yan family, but your Yan family relies on the magic knife to discriminate between black and white, it is really hard to rest assured, I will keep this knife for a few months, I will teach you some lessons, and you will come to the gods after a while The door asked me for the magic knife, let's go. "

Xiang Yang's tone was not salty, he was not a thin-skinned noob, it was impossible for the other party to dismiss him in a few words, how could the matter be settled without paying anything?
Although the Blue Sky Sword cannot communicate with him, let alone become his weapon, it is also of good reference and research value to him, just like Heimao Dazhi is to him.

Even just attached to the knife with the spirit as a knife, he could vaguely see that there is a very powerful killing move in the knife.

The Yan family has been full of wine bags and rice bags for so many years, offering up the magic sword as their ancestor, no one can inherit the sword spirit, so it is better to make him cheap.

After Qianjun came back, he would send the magic knife back, so he didn't feel bad about it.

"Xiang Yang, you are bold, this is my family's magical sword, how can you covet it?"

A young man said indignantly, and then he was glared at by his third grandfather, and the gesture of barking his teeth and claws was put back.

The old Jianghu is the old Jianghu. The two brothers looked at each other, exchanged eyes, and thought about it secretly.

The current situation is obvious, the opponent is powerful, they are not only weak, but also at a loss, if they really fight, let alone whether they will win or not, it will not be good to spread their reputation.

Measure again.

First of all, Xiang Yang's martial arts are really terrifying, and it's hard to imagine how he can practice such magical skills at such an age.

Putting them aside, with the blue sky sword in hand, they are naturally invincible, but in front of Xiang Yang, they really don't have the confidence to annoy others, what if they all get killed?The killing caused by profit is too normal.

Secondly, Xiang Yang is a member of the God Catchment Gate. His reputation is so great that if he can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple.

In the end, apart from the Yan family, no one else can use the Bikong Saber, no matter how good they are, and it is even more impossible for them to be recognized by the Divine Saber.

So, this is not unacceptable, but well,

"Okay, I'm the one who's at fault for this matter, and the magic knife will be handed over to Detective Xiang for a period of time, but we have one request, which is..."

(End of this chapter)