Female Transmigrating To Male: Playing With The Cold Male God

The battle between the two swords made Qin Zimo's kidneys shatter.

Is he going to die like this, he is not reconciled!

The scene in front of him gradually blurred, and in the dark, someone held his hand.

It's a familiar breath.

originally thought that the dragon sword was already in the bag of the young man in black, but who knew that something happened again, and the young man's body was crumbling.

It seems that the young man in black is about to fall, and everyone secretly said that it is a pity, in hundreds of years, the first person to pull out the dragon sword was completely pulled out of the soil by an inch.

When he thought that the young man in black was about to end up like the person before, a hand as white as jade held the blood-red sword body.

Blood spread from the white jade-like hand, and such a beautiful hand was cut, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but feel pity.

This white-clothed young man who looks like a fairy is actually going?

The blood on his hand was quickly absorbed by the sword body, and the dragon sword shook like never before, as if it was excited.

"Feed the sword with blood!"

In the crowd, I don't know who shouted that.

Only those who truly comprehend the way of the sword, feed the blood to the sword body, and all the weapons in the world are impressed.

How could the Dragon Yin Sword succumb so easily.

Seeing the reaction of the Long Yin Sword, everyone looked at the back of the young man in white with embarrassment, what a terrifying sword intent this is, so that it can be used to subdue the Long Yin Sword with a blood-fed sword.

The red light on Long Yinjian's body was not as dazzling as before, and it changed from a conspicuous blood red to a faint orange light, flatteringly clinging to the hand of the young man in white.

Xie Jinghong lightly mentioned it, and Long Yin's sword rose to the ground.

They will never forget this scene for the rest of their lives.

The young man in white was dripping with blood on his hands and held a sword glowing red in his hand.

Qin Zimo had already passed out and was sent to the guest room of the inn to rest.

Xie Jinghong looked at the dragon yin sword and remembered the sword that had followed him for many years.

Will that sword be as sad as Qin Zimo's swimming dragon?

The answer is no, because it is just an ordinary sword, how can there be a sword spirit.

Long Yinjian felt Xie Jinghong's thoughts, and trembled slightly to express his grievances.

Since the birth of the Dragon Yin Sword, he never thought that he would have his turn to compete for favor with an ordinary sword that could no longer be ordinary, and he was still the one who was abandoned.

Qin Zimo already has the Dragon Sword, and the Dragon Yin Sword will never accept him.

As for the others, it was even more impossible to subdue the Long Yin Sword, thinking of this, Xie Jinghong was ready to put the Long Yin Sword back into the ground.

The others were taken aback when they saw Xie Jinghong's movements, someone actually pulled out the sword and put it back? Obediently, it's really a tyrannical thing!

They couldn't wait to kneel and beg Xie Jinghong to give him the sword.

was fed with Xie Jinghong's blood, and Long Yinjian and Xie Jinghong had already had a heart-to-heart. Long Yinjian, who felt Xie Jinghong's thoughts, actually compromised.

The Dragon's Sword is willing to have the same owner as another sword with dragon attributes.

If the forger who created the Dragon Yin Sword knew about it, he couldn't wait to let it go back to the cage and rebuild it.

He laboriously collected the Dragon Yin Sword that was only created by the genius Dibao, and actually licked his face to serve as a second room for others?

Outrageous!

The forger's coffin will not be covered.

Xie Jinghong put away the dragon yin sword, and waited for Qin Zimo to wake up before giving him the sword.

Qin Zimo was seriously injured, his consciousness was confused, and he saw a white figure in front of him in a daze.

"Senior brother, don't go."

Qin Zimo pulled Xie Jinghong's sleeve fragily, his strength was so small that he could barely grasp it, ready to slide down at any time.

Xie Jinghong finally relented, I don't know how such a well-behaved child when he was a child could become the awkward appearance he is now.