Absolutely arrogant: The Defying Little Concubine

Chapter 22 Soul Concentrating Wooden Sword (6)

The two weapons struck each other without making a sound.

They have seen too many similar scenes, and they understand what it means.

Only when the level difference between the two weapons is too large and one weapon is easily cut off by the other can this happen, so that no sound can be made.

Ren's sword is made of [-]-refined fine steel, and the opponent's black wooden sword, which is a magic soldier and which is a rotten wood, is naturally clear at a glance.

Ren smiled, and with a light hand, a familiar feeling flooded into his heart.

He knew that the sword in the opponent's hand was cut off by his own sword, but he felt a strange feeling in his heart, this feeling was so abrupt.

The long street was deadly still.

Then, everyone opened their eyes wide and saw a shocking scene.

Everyone was not optimistic about the wooden sword, which they thought must have been cut off, pulled a sword flower in the air, and returned to Meng Xiaodie's hand unscathed.

And the hundred-refined steel sword that had cut off countless sharp blades and defeated many powerful enemies for Renn, was silently broken into two pieces under the warm winter sun, and the half-cut blade sank into the bluestone ground with a bang. inside.

"How is this possible, how the hell is this possible."

"It's fake, Ren's refined steel sword was cut off by a wooden sword... This is an illusion, or this sword, not the refined steel sword, it must be like this, this The sword is not the hundred-refined steel sword..."

"You are stupid, if it wasn't for the refined steel sword that can fall freely from the air, it would be so childish to sink into the bluestone floor so easily."

"It's true...it's true...it's unbelievable...it's unbelievable."

"Even refined steel can be cut easily. What kind of weapon is this black wooden sword... Is it one of the 24 divine weapons of the heavens..."

After a brief silence, the long street suddenly boiled.

Surprised by Ren's failure, and even more surprised by the sharpness of the soul-condensing wooden sword.

"This…"

Ren was stunned, and the sword he held like a treasure was easily cut off by the other party.

Immediately, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The opponent's black wooden sword, which can easily cut off your own sword, must be a better treasure. If you can snatch it...

"Do you want to leave like this, cut off Lao Tzu..."

Ren just wanted to stop Meng Xiaodie, looking for a reason to keep the other party's sword, but his repeated insults had already angered Meng Xiaodie.

Seeing him calling himself "Lao Tzu" again, she was no longer polite, raised her eyebrows and drew her sword out of its sheath, and the soul-condensing wooden sword crossed an elegant arc, and flashed past Rennes' wide-open mouth, bringing out a touch of bright red.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

With a numb tongue, Ren's words turned into a babbling sound, and when he realized something was wrong, he saw half of the pink tongue falling in front of his eyes.

"Yeah!"

Ren was stunned, and immediately danced and gestured.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then there was thunderous applause.

This Ren is really a grievance, it seems that cutting his tongue is just in line with people's hearts.

A bit of blood dripped from the Soul Condensing Wooden Sword. The dark sword body was as black and shiny as ever, killing people without blood, it was a peerless sword.

The crowd parted to the two sides, Meng Xiaodie drifted away under the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone.

The black cloak was like a bright flag, flying in everyone's hearts.

The strong are respected, and the weak eat the strong.

The strong lose, the stronger win.

It has been like this since ancient times.

(End of this chapter)