Chapter 5674: Famous sword

Chapter 5674 Famous Sword
It turned out to be a Western monk who was rushed forward by the eyes of the Western lord.
The Xiyu cultivator was very tall, with arms raised high and hands wide.
It seems that the power is bursting out, and it is very great.
Qiaomu glanced at him, and sneered faintly, "You see it, Western lord. The cultivators of your family jumped out to try again."
"No, if you hang up again this time, don't look for us again." Fu San took a smile and waved, "Actually, without that strength, it's better not to pick up that plate."
"After all, there is only one human life, and if you lose it, you really don't have it."
The Western Region cultivator stared at him angrily, his voice calmly, "You can rest assured. I will not lose!"
"I have never lost in my life."
The man had a confident expression. He took a few steps forward, stretched out his hands and took a deep breath, holding the sword hib sharply.
"Oh, yell." A scorching heat came from the hilt, making him slightly stiff.
"Oh." The scorching sensation rose again, as if rushing towards his arm.
The man was startled, and subconsciously wanted to let go.
But both hands were firmly attracted to the hilt, and at this time, it was loose at all.
Duanyue's eyes moved slightly and muttered to himself, "Yunxiao? How could this be a blood sword?"
Everyone heard what he said, as if struck by lightning, Qi Qi was shocked.
The Southern Master suddenly realized, and exclaimed, "Yes, yes, blood swords, blood swords."
Three thousand years ago, if there was such a sword that has been passed down through the ages, I am afraid that there is only this blood sword that is frightening.
It's just that everyone thinks it's a legend and never thinks of it.
Moreover, the word Yun Xiao was engraved on the stone tablet. Who would know that this pit father's sword was actually a blood sword.
Seeing it so bloody. This is a veritable, bloodthirsty sword.
Speaking of kung fu, the Western cultivator in front of him had already absorbed most of his body blood by the blood sword. At this time, it was like a dead bone, and it was hit the ground.
The tall figure of Wei An originally seemed to be covered with a layer of skin on a dead bone.
The skin is weak and frightening.
Everyone was terrified and stepped back and forth a few steps.
terrible!
If this is the case, then this sword is equivalent to the sword that came to seek life in hell.
Who takes hot hands.
Who wants to kill someone.
The Western lords and their party, after all, have finally learned well, and have taken several steps back and forth.
Baby Mo blinked and blinked, "What are they doing?"
Qiao Mu didn't have much expression, "They are afraid of this sword."
"What's so scary, this sword is so beautiful, I like it very much."
"Pretty is pretty, but it may hurt people."
"How is it possible? It's very good, mother, don't believe me to show you." Baby Mo jumped up a few steps and ran to the stele.
The Southern Master deliberately stretched out his hands to cover his mouth in horror, and said sharply, "Children, that's not a fun toy. It's a blood sword for human life, you can't take it."
"Yes kid, the two adults in front of you, died one after another on the spot. Do you want to follow their lead?"
Baby Mo turned around and looked at the crowd who shouted at him across the air, "Don't talk nonsense."
"How could I be hurt by it, it's very good."
(End of this chapter)