Qing Ming

The divine sword is unsheathed, and the dragon chant does not sing.Liu Qiankun held the hilt of the sword in his hand for ten breaths, because he was holding either a peerless magic weapon, or a hilt, a simple hilt with strange crystals inlaid on it.Not only Liu Qiankun was stunned, but even the old god Ladan who was standing beside him frowned slightly, wondering why the God King of the North Pole would pull out such a sword hilt hidden in the scabbard, could there be something unspeakable hidden in it? Is it mysterious?

"Hey! Master, it turns out that the old Popsicle is hiding such a shady trick." The Golden Crow Emperor on his shoulder sneered, and there was a hint of ridicule in his words.

"Hey! This old popsicle is playing tricks that Jianfeng can't hide." Liu Qiankun laughed dumbly, and he never expected that the ancient god Xuanbing would come to play tricks, and even put himself on the spot after his death.

"Can the gods compare this sword with an old man?" Ladan stared at the prismatic crystal behind the hilt, and finally couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Liu Qiankun shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and stretched out his palms to pass up the hilt in his hand, thinking that it was just a mysterious trick by the ancient god of Xuanbing.

Ladan held the hilt of the sword cautiously, two points of light flashed in his old eyes, and carefully looked at this strange thing that Liu Qiankun said he got from somewhere, after turning it over and over for a long time, he took a long time to lighten his wrinkled palm. Stretching lightly towards the prismatic crystal inlaid on the hilt of the sword, his fingertips also trembled slightly.

"Hmm!" Ladan murmured, and slowly closed his eyes. Presumably, he also experienced the wonderful feeling of the cold flow into his body. Liu Qiankun smiled slightly, and said in his heart: There is still some crystals on the hilt. It is also a good thing to experience the wonderful feeling of cold current and hot body in your spare time.

About half an hour later, Bin Laden finally opened his eyes, with a look of excitement on his old face. He held up the hilt of his sword and handed it to Liu Qiankun, who had already sat cross-legged and dozed off. Bing, why do you need to be nostalgic for the things in the Sword Tomb..." There was a trembling sound in the words.

Liu Qiankun suddenly opened his eyes, and saw La Dan's solemn expression, knowing that there was absolutely no lie, but he was still at a loss as to what was so special about the hilt.

"Do you know the beauty of this sword hilt?" Liu Qiankun opened his mouth and asked, he didn't care about any magic weapon, but he was a little curious.

"The hilt of the sword is not good, but this Ice Soul has a great background. It can be said to be an invincible treasure in the God Realm." La Dan handed the hilt to Liu Qiankun and said, "Your God can put a drop in the Ice Soul. Essence and blood are infused with a trace of law power."

Liu Qiankun forced a drop of blood from his fingertips to smear the surface of the crystal with a look of surprise, and it was sucked up in an instant, and there was not even a trace of blood left, but the hilt of the sword did not change at all, so he could only pour it in again as he said. A trace of the power of the law of killing enters.

laugh!

A blazing cold light burst out from the mouth of the sword hilt, and in a blink of an eye, it condensed into a sharp edge with a cold light. Refracting colorful streamers, it's like entering a luxurious palace paved with colored glaze.

Surges of killing intent poured out from the sword edge. It was the purest and majestic killing spirit, a thousand times stronger than what Liu Qiankun poured into the crystal just now. Sensation came to my heart, and I suddenly felt that all the pores on my body were not smooth even once.It's just that the old god Bin Laden next to him fell to his knees with a plop, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

The law of killing is the power of the law that Liu Qiankun first comprehended, coupled with being magnified thousands of times by the sword hilt, it is naturally very enjoyable to be in it, but poor Ladan can't bear this monstrous coercion. It seemed that the terrifying killing intent would chop him into minced meat at any time, so how could he not turn pale with fright.

Clang!

The long sword was put into the sheath, the light suddenly faded, and even the monstrous coercion faded instantly. When Liu Qiankun drew the sword out of the sheath again, he found that there was only a bare hilt left in his hand.His wisdom instantly understood the truth. The greatest beauty of this divine sword lies in the crystal at the end of the hilt, which can instantly condense the input power of law into a sharp sword, and instantly magnify the power of law by thousands. hundred times.

What Liu Qiankun comprehended was the law of killing, so what he condensed was the purest sword of killing.Just looking at the might can be said to be earth-shattering, but it is not known what the real might is.He didn't bother to go outside to try the sword in the ice and snow, and it would not be too late to try again when he was fighting with others in the future.

With great difficulty, Bin Ladan managed to regain his composure, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and shouted, "Little old man, I still have something to ask, please allow God to promise." The big buttocks were up and down, which was quite funny.

Liu Qiankun was just about to speak, but unexpectedly the old Ladan's breath stagnated, and he let out a turbid air from his raised buttocks. The voice was melodious and long, and the Golden Crow Emperor on his shoulders chirped strangely: "This old god farts!" It stinks..." After speaking, he raised his wings and fanned the wind fiercely.

call!

With a gust of wind, bin Laden who was kneeling on the ground was slapped over, and he fell on his back with a slap, turning into an old sea turtle that rolled over, only missing a shell on his back.

"Hahaha!" Liu Qiankun looked at bin Laden's funny face with a smile, and bent down laughingly.After a long while, he pretended to be calm and coughed twice and said, "It's okay to say what's the matter. If you want me to help you regain the position of patriarch, it's not okay." The escape route was blocked.

Bin Laden blushed, didn't dare to say any more, and found a corner and sat down cross-legged.

There was nothing to say all night, and at noon the next day, Bin Laden got up to say goodbye. Seeing the back of the old god man bowing his head and leaving, Liu Qiankun somehow felt an urge to help him return to the clan, but his hunched figure had disappeared. In front of the ice palace.

Boom!

There was a loud noise in front of the palace gate, and a figure flew in backwards in response to the sound. Liu Qiankun held him in his arms, only to find that it was bin Laden who had just walked out, and now his face was as golden as paper. If the spirit is free, he is about to die on the spot.

Liu Qiankun flipped his palm and took out a magic pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and shouted coldly: "Little Huang, meet the enemy!" The Golden Crow arrow shot towards the gate of the palace without falling off his shoulder.

puff!

La Dan opened his mouth and sprayed out a bloody arrow, and his face softened a little. It seems that this top-grade elixir is really effective, as long as he has a breath, he can save his life.

"Respect...God...Patriarch...here..." After uttering two words intermittently, the old god Ladan tilted his head and passed out again, and the Golden Crow Emperor's angry howl came from outside the palace gate.

"Hmph! I don't mess with you, but you come around me to be clean..." Liu Qiankun's complexion sank, he slowly placed Ladan on the ice, turned his palm and took out the Wufeng Excalibur and walked out.

People do not offend me, I will not offend others, if people offend me, I will punish them.Liu Qiankun didn't expect that he would have a chance to test his edge so soon after he got the Excalibur.

(The second will be delivered, the third will be later, but there must be!)