Chapter 675: White jade sword box

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The blood snake penetrated Dai Ye's chest, Dai Ye stood on the spot, coughing blood in his mouth.
He leaned on a long knife, looked at the blood snake on his chest, looked up at Yan Yan again, and slowly said, "Well... Chen Ruoyan, I admit, you are stronger than me!"
Dai Ye died like this!
Qing Yan did not torture her too much.
Revenge.
The goal is achieved!
Ke Yan looked at the dead body in front of him, the corpse mountain that disappeared in the distance, the magma spewing into the air, and the towering iceberg, but there was no excitement, joy, or satisfaction.
She felt her heart empty.
She looked around blankly and finally set her eyes on Dai Ye's body.
After the blood snake flung, Feng Changdong's body was thrown to the ground.
A blood snake bit Dai Ye's corpse, stroking the corpse lightly, her blood-red eyes showing a trace of tenderness that was imperceptible.
Qing Yanfei was in the air, and there were no more traces of life.
Without the support of Qing Yan, the blood on the forty-four whip swords gradually faded away, and the whip sword was softly pulled down, as the movement of the Yan Yan was shaken, like a wicker blown by the wind.
Only ten whips and swords were still wrapped around the body of Leng Yan, where there was a weapon that the red blood sword valued.
Flying lightly and quietly to the place where Elder Huo had just fought, looking at the red lava beneath her feet, she noticed that someone was standing on the glacier, trying to chisel the ice with the weapon in her hand.
"Master Jianling, I'm leaving!"
"Ok!"
Chen Hao didn't know what to say.
Chen Hao always thought that he was really as cold and hard as the Red Blood Demon Sword.
Looking at the light and blood-red hair flying in the wind, and looking at a tear mole under her left eye, Chen Hao seems to recall the scene of falling down on the snow in the first seventeen days!
Damn it!
He couldn't help but remember again!
These memories always give him very bad feelings when he thinks about it.
He is just a sword!
He is just a sword.
Always a sword.
"Sword Spirit Master, will you be sad after I leave?"
This question seems to have been asked before.
"No, I am already fed up with a swordsman like you who has no ambitions and can pass each day!" Chen Hao pretended to relax easily. "You are dead, I can change to a new sword master. Think about it, I have some small expectations... I hope that my new swordsman is a real murderous demon. If he does not kill one day, he will be uncomfortable. I hope he can take me to kill the Quartet and let the whole The blood of the mainland has flowed into a river, so that the prestige of the Red Blood Demon Sword spread all over the world, so that all intelligent creatures can’t help creeping fear and trembling when they hear the name of
Red Blood
!"
I am a sword!
I'm just a sword!
...
Chen Hao kept telling himself in his heart.
"This really matches the style of Master Jianling!"
Qing Yan teased her long hair chaotically and laughed softly.
Under the control of light face, the Red Blood Sword re-fused a forty-four whip swords, and then returned to a soft sword, which turned into a common long sword.
The sword of the Tao weapon in Leng Yan's hands, the red blood sword was digested into only a thin piece, which was tightly adsorbed on the blood-red sword.
The sword whip dissipated, the fragments of Leng Yan's body scattered, and there was also a white jade sword box.
"Of course it is my style, you know, I have changed a lot of sword masters!"
He looked at the sword box strangely and sucked it into his hand.
The white jade sword box seems to be protected by some strange energy, or the material is very special, and the red blood sword cannot be absorbed.
Qing Yan suddenly said coquettishly: "But I really don't want you! I'm still young... I haven't found a favorite man..."
"Hahaha..." Chen Hao couldn't help laughing. "Are you making me laugh? Who believes this kind of bullshit? Who are you, I don't know yet? In other words, what are you doing with that thing, hurry up..."
Qing Yan "curiosity" clicked on the round white protrusion at the center opening of the sword box, and the sword box popped open!
At the moment when the sword box opened, Qing Yan quickly cramed the red blood sword into it, and then quickly closed the sword box!
After reaching the perfection in the speed field, Qing Yan's hand speed is much faster than the warrior of the same level.
This series of actions is almost completed in an instant!
Chen Hao didn't reflect it and found out... it was dark!
The Red Blood Sword struggled desperately in the White Jade Sword Box, but as soon as it struggled, countless golden silk threads tied the Red Blood Sword, so that he could not move at all!
"Your Dragon Spiral!"
The Red Blood Sword couldn't spin at all.
The blood-red sword gas hit the inside of the white jade sword box, but did not hurt the sword box. The sword blood of the red blood sword... seemed to be absorbed!
Damn white jade sword box can absorb energy!
"Make me bigger!"
The Red Blood Sword grew crazy, but just after the entire white jade sword box was filled, the Red Blood Sword's body was suppressed by an invisible energy!
Instead, his consciousness bounced out and saw the outside scene.
He... is this sealed?
Isn't it completely sealed?
His unique and powerful consciousness can penetrate the white jade sword box seal, but the body alone cannot!
He saw Qing Yan, holding the sword box, and looked at it seriously and worriedly!
"Light face, are you kidding enough?" Chen Hao tried to calm down his voice.
"What a joke?" Qing Yan raised her eyebrows in surprise, her face innocent.
"Do you think a broken sword box can seal me?"
"Since a broken sword box can't seal you, why doesn't Lord Jianling come out?" Qing Yan teased and asked, "Do you think it's fun to stay inside?"
"..."
"Why don't Lord Sword Spirit speak? Isn't it possible to come out? With Lord Sword Spirit's temperament, if you can really come out, you will definitely violently break the sword box?"
Damn wise man!
Damn it!
After a long time, Chen Hao asked in a low voice: "Why should I be locked in?"
"Master Jianling, you once mentioned to me... Red blood sword has a curse..." Qing Yan took a deep breath, "Is General Chen's death related to you?"
"If it weren't for the Red Blood Sword, you wouldn't be able to meet him. He wouldn't be the one. He would still be the guard of the Lan family, and he would only die in obscurity!" Chen Hao thought slowly and said, "Neither do I." I know if this is related to the curse, I can’t control some things..."
"Huh!" Qing Yan choked, "I know, I know the truth of Master Jianling, if you let General Chen go again, he will definitely choose to become the sword master of the red blood sword!"
"Then you can..."
Qing Yan refused without hesitation: "No!"
"Master Jianling... do you understand? Even if I can understand you, I still have a hard time forgiving you!"
Chen Hao looked at the light face that was crying, but no tears, and suddenly felt a violent pain... He said quietly to the light face: "I know, seventeen times have praised you for being understanding... Maybe ...I also think that I really fit in this sword box..."