Amazing China: The Heaven-defying Concubine Fights the Evil Emperor

"Is there something wrong with this sword?"

Seeing the seriousness on Leng Qiu's face, Leng Mei's heart suddenly rose. She only got three swords in total, could it be that two of them can't be used?

Leng Qiuzhi smiled helplessly and said: "The swords you chose are all high-quality swords, it's just..."

"What's going on, tell me directly, why are you hesitating?"

The more Leng Qiuzhi was like this, the more anxious Leng Mei became, and she couldn't help urging that if these swords couldn't be used, she had to find a way to find a newer weapon as soon as possible.

"This Huanglong sword weighs four catties and four ounces. It is made of divine iron that has absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon for thousands of years. It is said that this sword has attracted countless practitioners flocking to it, and once caused a bloody battle." Leng Qiuzhi's wrinkle He frowned, "But in the end, no one got it, and the whereabouts of the Huanglong Sword is also unknown, but I didn't expect it to be obtained by you."

Leng Mei looked at Leng Qiuzhi very puzzled: "If it is true as you said, then this sword should be an excellent thing, why do you look so solemn?"

"You are right, the sword is a very good sword, because the body of this sword is the divine iron that has absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon for thousands of years, so the aura of the sword body should be very thick, but now where do you see half of the aura?"

When Leng Mei started to hold this sword, it was because she felt that this sword was slightly more pleasing to the eye than others, but now it seems that it is also useless.

"Those cultivators wanted to get this sword back then because it was unique and unparalleled, but more because of the aura in this sword. It just made people who made the sword lively."

Leng Qiuzhi himself is very handsome, but now his brows are tightly furrowed, and he looks extraordinarily dignified.

Leng Mei's heart was fluctuating, she stared at Leng Qiuzhi without blinking, waiting for his next words, her intuition told her that this sword probably wasn't that easy to use!

really……

"The person who forged this sword is a sword idiot. Seeing that the cultivators in the world have completely ignored the sword itself because they are greedy for the spiritual energy in the Huanglong Sword, he broke his hands in a rage and said that he will never forge swords again!"

"The personality is really awkward. No matter what, it's good if someone likes this sword. Why are you so stubborn that you even put your own hands in vain?" Leng Mei frowned, "But this is different from the sword body What's the relationship with the aura inside?"

"It is said that this man sealed the spiritual power of the sword with his own blood and cannot be opened."

Leng Mei nodded: "A sword without spiritual power is like scrap iron?"

"Yes, if you have spiritual power, this sword is perfect for you. It dances like a dragon going out to sea. Its power can be imagined, but it's a pity..."

Before Leng Qiuzhi finished speaking, Leng Mei's face darkened, and she pointed at the hottest sword: "What about this one?"

Up to now, it is unknown whether the first two swords can be used. She can only pin all her hopes on the third sword, and only hope that the last sword will not disappoint her.

"This thing is very suitable for you." Leng Qiuzhi smiled, "This soft whip can be wrapped around your waist for defense."

Seeing that Leng Qiuzhi finally showed a smile, Leng Mei finally let out a long breath, thinking that this time, there should be no problem, but when hearing the word "soft whip", the whole person's feeling Immediately it was bad.

"Is this a soft whip?"

Leng Mei stared at the dark yellow sword with brown patterns on the ground, even if she looked left and right, she couldn't tell that it was a soft whip!

Seeing the disbelief on Leng Mei's face, Leng Qiuzhi explained with a good temper: "This sword is forged from the skin of a three-year-old evil dragon twisted with gold wire. It is the most rigid and soft thing in the world. I say it is soft." There's nothing wrong with a whip, right?"

"How about the lethality?" Leng Mei frowned, she didn't care whether it was a soft whip or a long sword, as long as it could help her kill those bastards in one fell swoop, other things were not important.

Leng Qiuzhi nodded: "This sword is as soft as cotton wool and as hard as cold iron. As long as it can be used flexibly, it is naturally excellent."

Probably because the two famous swords before were turned into scrap iron after Leng Qiuzhi's comments, so when Leng Qiuzhi admitted that the soft whip was powerful, Leng Mei suddenly felt a little bit Difficult to accept.

"Is there anything else?" Leng Mei's eyes widened.

Sure enough, Leng Qiuzhi never let her down!

"When this soft whip dances, it looks like the evil dragon is resurrected. It is lifelike. It can chase the opponent according to the user's will. It will not turn back without seeing the blood." Leng Qiuzhi frowned, "The evil dragon is something that exists against the sky, especially This three-year-old evil dragon was skinned and cramped before he was an adult, and his resentment is extremely deep, so if you want to use it for yourself, you must sacrifice it first."

Another careless master!

Leng Mei stared at her palm: "You're unlucky!"

Leng Qiuzhi on the side was amused by Leng Mei's appearance: "These are all excellent artifacts, as long as one is enough to make you invincible, why are you still so depressed? I think you are very lucky!"

"It's either too dark or the resentment is too deep. You say how dare I use such a sword to kill the enemy. I'm afraid I will be backlashed at a critical moment, and I won't regret it?"

"There are still five days, enough time for you to domesticate these things!"

Leng Mei rolled her eyes at Leng Qiuzhi: "Where is it as simple as you said?!"

"You don't have any other choice now!" Leng Qiuzhi's indifferent words showed the reality.

The cold and delicate brows furrowed and loosened, then furrowed and then loosened, and finally sighed helplessly: "Well, it's just three broken swords, I still don't believe that I can't take care of them!"

"Broken sword..."

The corners of Leng Qiuzhi's mouth couldn't help twitching, staring at Leng Mei for a long time without saying a word, the last wisp of smoke disappeared in front of Leng Mei, and returned to the ring again.

Leng Mei sat cross-legged opposite the three swords, staring at her beautiful big eyes, with a serious expression on her face. Although she couldn't help complaining just now, she knew very well in her heart that what Leng Qiuzhi said was right, these things are rare Wouldn't it be a pity if such good things were thrown away in vain.

Leng Mei held the bright red Blood Phoenix Sword in her hand and looked it over carefully, and injected a ray of spiritual energy into the flowing light, letting the light lead her consciousness to walk around the sword, she must first understand this The structure of things is good.

The light on the Blood Phoenix Sword is getting bigger and bigger, a blood-red circle of light rises up and down, getting bigger and bigger, and the color is getting thicker and thicker, and finally it looks like a snow ball, and the light flowing in it is like a gushing moving blood.

"Go in", there were fine beads of sweat on Leng Mei's forehead, her eyes were fixed on the blood clot floating in mid-air, she knew in her heart that this should be what Leng Qiu was talking about. Sure enough, he drank too much blood.

Leng Mei clearly felt that there was a force in the snow group that was very repulsive to her, she seemed to understand Leng Mei's purpose, but judging by her attitude, she was extremely unwilling to be tamed.

A strand of bright red blood was pulled out from the red blood mass, and it entangled with the spiritual power from Leng Mei's palm in mid-air, one white and one red like two dragons entangled endlessly.

Leng Mei saw that the blood red was devouring the bright white light of spiritual power at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the momentum was surging, and the hostility rushed towards her face.

"Damn it!" Leng Mei cursed in a low voice, her heart froze, she held her right wrist with her free left hand, and shouted coquettishly, "Back!"

The white light that had been forced by the blood red and was almost retreating into the cold and charming palm unexpectedly counterattacked suddenly, and went directly into the blood red mass.

Leng Mei didn't dare to take it lightly, and continued to input a steady stream of spiritual power into it, and then strange things happened.

The original chaotic blood red color gradually became lighter, deep red, pink, light red...

Leng Mei was overjoyed in her heart, but she was not dazzled by the victory in front of her eyes, and still did not withdraw the spiritual power in her hand.

The color of the aperture, which was blood red at the beginning, gradually became clearer, and finally turned into a transparent color, like a beautiful and holy halo.

"Let's go back!"

Leng Mei used her spiritual power to pull the circle of light back into the Blood Phoenix Sword. The originally bright red sword turned out to be as white as jade. On top of that, it's very pretty.

"I will be your master from now on!" Leng Mei withdrew the spiritual power in her palm and couldn't help but smile triumphantly, but quickly frowned again, "You are not red now, shouldn't I change your name?"

The sword body trembled violently, as if protesting against the cold words.

"Well, it's fine if you don't agree, but the Blood Phoenix Sword sounds pretty good, so let's leave it at that!"

Leng Mei smiled, although it took a lot of effort, but at the moment, she only felt relaxed in her heart.

In any case, the duel after five days finally had a handy weapon.

Leng Mei put the blood phoenix sword, which was as white as jade, into the ring, and took aim at the Huanglong sword again. Thinking of what Leng Qiuzhi said, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Even without spiritual energy, it's still a good sword. It's a pity that your original master was too paranoid, but since that person created you, I will follow his wishes and not use your spiritual power."

The originally lifeless Huanglongjian suddenly trembled slightly, as if it was touched by the cold and charming words.

"Didn't it mean that your master sealed your spiritual power with blood? Why does it look like that person's soul is also attached to it?"

"You're right. After I died, I was unwilling to let this sword, which had spent half my life, become a plaything for the world to absorb spiritual power, so I sacrificed myself for the sword."

A desolate female voice suddenly sounded, and Leng Mei was so startled that she almost subconsciously threw the sword aside, but fortunately she did not do such a shameful thing.

She never thought that the person who forged this sword was actually a woman!

"I have loved making swords since I was a child, but it is a pity that after this sword came out, its spiritual power was so strong that it covered up its essence as a sword."

"So instead of sealing the spiritual power of the sword with blood, you sacrificed yourself to the sword, using your own soul to suppress the spiritual power in the sword?"

Leng Mei frowned, trying to restore the sadness of a woman who forged a sword and became an idiot, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Smart, it seems that this Huanglongjian has finally met the right person." The woman smiled faintly, her voice was so old that it was almost broken.

I don't know why Leng Mei consciously felt her heart tense, she opened her mouth and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Satisfied, this remnant soul should also leave!"

Leng Mei frowned, just about to speak but was dazzled by the sudden flash of light, she closed her eyes subconsciously.

When I opened it again, I saw colorful sword energy gushing out from the sword body, and there was a halo of clouds on the roof, one after another, one after another, and the sunlight flowed back and forth among them.

Bathing in it, Leng Mei only felt that the skin of her whole body became comfortable, as if she was bathed in the sun, it was so soft and warm that it was hard to describe, as if a big gentle hand was gently stroking her.

In the end, the bright color slowly receded, and finally disappeared. The Huanglong Sword lay quietly in Leng Mei's hands, as if the prosperity just now had nothing to do with it.

"After five days, you can show your skills with me, but your master's long-cherished wish!"

Leng Mei knew very well in her heart that she was probably a little lucky to be able to tame the Huanglong Sword. Just listening to the old and broken voice of the woman, one could probably guess that she could not hold on for too long, although she had never really coveted this magic iron The aura in his body, but that person couldn't last any longer, so he had to be cold and charming.

Two of the three swords were already in the bag, the corners of Leng Mei's mouth curled up, and her eyes fixed on the last soft whip.

"Is it made of the skin of a three-year-old evil dragon?" Leng Mei raised her brows, feeling unbearable in her heart, but she had to admit that it would be great to really have such a thing wrapped around her waist as a protective weapon.

"Another guy with deep resentment!"

Leng Mei couldn't help but sighed, why couldn't she get something that would completely relieve her worries?

"What a nuisance!"

"You hate it! You hate it the most!"

As soon as Leng Mei's words fell to the ground, there was a childish voice immediately.

A dark black thing ran out from the soft whip on the ground, hanging in the air, vaguely, barely able to look like a dragon, but the tentacles on its head were not yet fully developed.

It seemed that this guy was that three-year-old Nielong, the corners of Leng Mei's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but sigh heavily in her heart.

What the hell is going on here? Can't the things in this Yunhuang Continent die cleanly at once?It's really unbearable to get some kind of soul out every now and then.

"How dare you call me annoying!"

Ling Lie's tone couldn't conceal the immaturity of her voice, Leng Mei looked up and felt that this was a child's anger!

"Why, I'm not convinced!" Leng Mei pursed her lips triumphantly, she didn't know why, but she just wanted to tease this childish guy.

Xiao Nielong became angry, and rushed towards Leng Mei, but after all, it was only a soul, and because he was trapped in the long sword for too long, the color of the soul became lighter and lighter after a few pounces , is about to disappear.

But even so, this guy still rushed towards Leng Mei unwillingly!

"If you continue to torment like this, I'm afraid it won't take long, and the soft whip made of your skin will really become mine."

In fact, logically speaking, this little evil Dragon Soul Feiposan couldn't be better for her, but for some reason, she always couldn't bear it, so she reminded her aloud this time.

Sure enough, after hearing what Leng Mei said, the thing immediately settled down, but it still showed dissatisfaction.

"You are all bad people!"

"I'm not!"

"Bad man!"

Leng Mei stared at the soft whip in her hand, and could vaguely see that Xiao Nielong's weak soul was almost shattered.

"Eat this!"

At some point, Leng Mei had a pink pill in her hand, mixed with the spiritual power in her palm, and pushed it onto the soft whip.

"You, you woman, what did you eat for me!"

Xiao Nielong watched the pink thing gradually merge into his soul, and couldn't help shouting, but because the soul was very weak, the shouting seemed to lose a lot of momentum.

"Soul-fixing pill!"

Leng Mei opened her mouth lightly, she spent a lot of energy and medicinal materials to refine this pill at that time, but now she gave this thing for nothing.

In fact, when Huang Longjian's soul came out just now, Leng Mei also thought of taking it out, but that person had no vitality at all, even if Leng Mei gave the elixir, it would just increase the pain of that person for no reason.

But the one in front of him was different, and he wanted to compete with himself vigorously, which probably had some use.

"You, why did you save me?" Xiao Nielong left the sword body again and floated in the air, looking down at himself, who was getting darker and darker, and couldn't help asking, "Don't you want me to die?"

Leng Mei can probably guess how many fights this little thing has encountered in the past by listening to the little Nielong's words, otherwise the soul would not be so weak.

"It's just a child, why bother with you?" Leng Mei said lightly, her brows and eyes were full of calmness.

"Wow!"

The little Nielong howled suddenly, and Leng Mei was so shocked that the hairs all over her body stood on end.

"Hey, you...why are you..."

Regardless of past life or this life, Leng Mei is most afraid of children crying, who would have thought that the little Nielong who was clamoring to compete with her just now is crying so badly!

Well, can't stand it!

"No one has ever been so kind to me!" Xiao Nielong sobbed, "I'm so touched!"

The corners of Leng Mei's mouth twitched, she just wanted to laugh, but after thinking about it, she couldn't help but feel sad, and finally sighed softly.

"If you don't want to follow me, I won't force you. You can go wherever you want." Leng Mei thought for a while and added, "Otherwise, I'll send you back to the blacksmith shop, right?"

The little Nielong who had just stopped crying heard what Leng Mei said, and cried again: "Hey, you don't want me anymore!"

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Leng Mei only thinks that one head is two big, what is going on here!

Now what is she saying is wrong? !

"What do you want?"

The little Nielong got into the sword body like a puff of smoke, and the thing lying in Leng Mei's hand instantly became soft and wrapped around Leng Mei's waist.

"Don't try to get rid of me! Hmph!"

"Um... well..."

Leng Mei pursed her lips and smiled, it seemed that things were going well!