The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 93 God Slaying Dragon Slaying Sword
"Brother, tell me, if you don't tell me, how do you know I don't understand?"

Hearing this, Feng Qing'an became impatient. How could it be like this, and suddenly stopped talking in the middle of the article. It's not like the author suddenly cut off the article after seeing the climax. It's too hateful.

"You definitely don't understand!"

Feng Qingping is very sure, it seems that he has seen through Feng Qingan.

"Big brother..."

"Don't ask, if I don't want to tell you, do you think you can ask?"

"..."

Feng Qingan was dumbfounded.

"Where did you get this dress? It looks good!"

Feng Qingping changed the subject, and was concerned about the clothes on his younger brother, the texture, he could tell at a glance, because he had a similar and better one.

"The one in Qingmang Mountain gave it to me!"

At this moment, Feng Qing'an belatedly understood why the mountain god sent him such a suit of clothes in such a good manner. When he taught the Black Mountain Tuna method before, he talked about the balance between cause and effect, and he didn't mention it today.

"I see!"

Feng Qingping nodded and said nothing more.

"Is there anything wrong with my clothes?"

Feng Qing'an didn't give up at this moment, and hurriedly asked.

"You're well dressed, you'll be fine!"

"That's good!"

Feng Qingan immediately felt relieved, and if his elder brother spoke, it would definitely be fine.

After saying this, the two brothers were speechless for a moment, and could only hear the sound of the carriage crushing the snow on the snowy ground, and the crisp friction sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground and colliding with the armor.

"Brother, your sword looks pretty good!"

Feng Qing'an quickly broke the silence in the carriage, and his eyes naturally fell from his brother to the long sword in his hand.

It was a simple long sword with an ordinary shape and no gorgeous decorations. The scabbard was crimson red, which looked a little weird, as if it was made of some precious wood, and there was a faint fragrance if it was there. Diverge from it, filling the compartment.

"Can you show me?"

Feng Qing'an's eyes showed eagerness, there are few men who are not interested in swords and armor, and Feng Qing'an is no exception, regardless of age.

"Ok!"

Feng Qingping casually handed the sword in his hand to Feng Qingan, as if it was just an ordinary sword, and there was no need to pay too much attention to it.

Looking at his brother's casual attitude, Feng Qingping didn't take the sword too seriously, and stretched out a hand to catch it, but the moment his hand held the scabbard, he felt that the sword was far superior to the sword. The arm sank slightly due to the astonishing weight of its plain appearance.

Feng Qing'an quickly grasped the scabbard with both hands, so that the sword did not fall from his hands.

"This sword..."

Feng Qing'an noticed the extraordinaryness of this sword. With his current strength, even Fang Tian's painted halberd, which is used as a sacrificial vessel, can be held with one hand, let alone a mere sword, which requires both hands to hold. , the weight is very wrong.

His right hand held the hilt of the sword, but when he held the hilt in his hand, many amazing scenes appeared in front of his eyes and passed by in a flash.

There was a giant turtle as big as a small island, screaming in the water of the lake. The huge head broke off suddenly and fell into the lake. The waves swept across the sky, dyeing thousands of hectares of blue waves red...

There is a bear as big as a mountain, standing in the mountains, and let out a roar full of unwillingness, but then, its body suddenly splits into two, turning into a corpse in the mountain...

There is also a roc with wings made of fine iron, which spreads its wings and soars above the nine heavens. Its cry is full of rebellion and rebellion, but its final fate is to be split into two with the floating clouds in the sky.

What's more, there is a mountain of three hundred feet long, which has been transformed into a god after a long time. Unfortunately, on the mountain, it is mottled with blood and dotted with bones. In the end, the end of the mountain is connected to the root of the mountain and cut into flat ground.

Finally, Feng Qing'an saw a dragon with bright red scales, winding and rugged horns, and flying beards. Except for the dragon claws under the abdomen, which only had four toes, the rest of the dragon was the same as a real dragon. Above the mighty river, overlooking the world.

But there is no part of this statue that does not exude nobility and majesty, interpreting what is a perfect and tyrannical creature, but in the end he fell by the river, in the river that can perfectly display all his supernatural powers and forbidden techniques.

In the last scene, Feng Qing'an saw that killing this majestic red dragon was just a clear and clear sword light, but this sword light instantly penetrated the red dragon's reverse scale, killing it with one blow!

"Like this sword so much?"

Feng Qing'an was awakened by the gentle and refined surprised voice.

"what?!"

Feng Qing'an was shocked by the many scenes he saw in an instant, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

Because he had a feeling in his heart that the tyrannical beings he saw just now, no matter which one they were, were existences at the same level as the mountain god of Qingmang Mountain, and the red dragon he saw last probably surpassed the mountain god. superior.

But these tyrannical creatures all fell down, and all of them were beheaded by a single sword, without exception.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you!"

"it is good!"

The agitated Feng Qing'an responded casually, but in the next moment, his mind was completely clear, he raised his head in astonishment, looked at his brother,
"This sword, gave it to me?"

"Don't you like it? Take it if you like it!"

Feng Qingping said casually, this sword is not worth much, it is just an ordinary iron sword he bought at an ordinary blacksmith shop before rushing to take the exam, and it only cost a tael of silver.

Although there were many people in Beijing who wanted to ask him for a sword, and were even willing to exchange it with a sword that had been passed down for thousands of years, he did not agree. The reason was very simple. He didn't like those people, so he didn't want to change them. sword.

"Why is this so embarrassing?!"

There was an uncontrollable smile on Feng Qing'an's face, whether it was the weight of the sword or the scene he saw just now, it was enough to show how extraordinary this sword was.

"Excuse me, you can return it to me!"

"A gentleman says, a horse is hard to chase, there is no reason to send something back!"

Feng Qing'an hugged the sword in his arms, since the elder brother gave him the sword, then this sword is his and no one can take it away.

"Take the sword home and put it away. Don't take it out if you have nothing to do. It's not good to let your parents see it!"

"I know!"

Feng Qing'an couldn't bear it, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword. This time he didn't see the phantom, so he tried to draw the sword, but when his strength gradually increased, but the hilt in his hand remained motionless, He realized something was wrong.

"Why can't the sword be pulled out?"

"The sword is the weapon of a gentleman. If there is no uprightness and righteousness, you would rather break than bend. Naturally, you can't pull it out. If you don't encounter injustice, injustice, and injustice, why do you need to draw the sword?"

Feng Qingping glanced at Feng Qing'an who was trying to draw his sword out of its sheath with all his strength, and said in a calm tone.

(End of this chapter)