Chapter 649: Comrades in arms

The spear gently stroked a flying sword with mottled and scratched marks in his hand, and a deep sorrow spread around.
The flying sword is a standard flying sword of the Blood Sea Guild's Golden Core. It uses the essence of the century-old black iron and bronze mother with the largest production of light, dark and blue as the main material, with 34 rare auxiliary materials, and then passes through the guild master craftsman. Built by the teacher.
The mass-produced standard flying sword does not mean mediocrity.
On the contrary, it is the flower of Xiuxian industrial industry created by the Blood Sea Guild. It is the brainchild of tens of thousands of scientific researchers, including Zhao Shi and Ji Rong, and has done its best with limited materials and processes.
If there is no master-level figure to take action, it will consume precious treasures that are also rare for Yuan Ying monks to refine magic weapons. These standard flying swords are the treasures at the top of the cultivation world. The magic weapons used by ordinary native Yuan Ying monks are also Not comparable.
On the hilt of the sword, there are two characters, Wang Xin.
The spear can clearly know Wang Xin, and he is close to him on weekdays.
The Blood Sea Guild started the aboriginal plan a year before the Blood Sea, and it absorbed the elites of the aboriginal people widely regardless of their birthplace.
Wang Xin is a native of Changhe County and was born as an ordinary farmer.
I entered the Changhe County Central Elementary School in Qian Xuehai for one year to learn how to cultivate immortality in the blood sea. As soon as he enrolled, he showed extremely excellent qualifications. He often got full marks in subjects such as Chinese, mathematics, martial arts, and politics.
After that, she jumped all the way to go to school, middle school, university, and climbed all the way up, making rapid progress in her cultivation.
In the first year of the blood sea, when the guild was expeditioning to the world of light and darkness, she lurked in accordance with the order, fighting for the preservation of the organization in the encirclement and suppression of the native cultivators, and made great contributions to her loyalty and qualifications.
Finally, in the 161st year of the blood sea, she passed the thunder robbery from the condensed realm to become a golden core monk. She was appointed as the company commander of the 3rd battalion, 3rd battalion and 1st company of the first division of the blood sea. Fourteen people.
The Blood Sea Guild has only arrived for more than 170 years, and she has completed the qualitative change from a mortal to the Golden Core Realm. She is a great figure among the billions of natives and a precious treasure of the Blood Sea Guild.
The entire guild has worked hard for more than 170 years, but there are only a few dozen such talents.
Let alone the cold material loss, what is even more sad is the emotional lack.
These immortal cultivators like Wang Xin have received modern education from the elementary school when they were young. Their outlook on life, values, and ideals are exactly the same as those of the players. It can be said that they are players without any problems except for the lack of a system panel.
They are the players, the players are them, there is no difference between the two, and they get along very well.
The comrades-in-arms of more than 100 years, and the feelings of more than 100 years are completely separated today.
A familiar and unfamiliar tingling sensation continued to emerge from the heart of the spear.
"My lord, the Ocean Blue Ministry has been conquered, all the murlocs who resisted have been killed, and all the murlocs in the martial arts realm have been brought here."
The respectful voice of Montenegro awakened the spear from the memory, and the iron-blooded will honed through years of battle allowed him to converge his complex emotions in a short time.
In the open space in front of him, a group of murlocs who were kneeling on the ground were crowded and trembling under the natural breath of dozens of murloc kings.
Beside, there are mountains of Sanctuary-level rare treasures, which are accumulated by the Ocean Blue Ministry for thousands of years. The guilds have always allocated sufficient training resources and are not keen on money.
The richness of seabed resources is well-deserved.
In addition to these treasures, a bright blue thigh bone caught the scorching eyes of most murloc kings, and was still on top of the treasure pile.
It is the inheritance of the Ocean Blue Ministry, at least able to cultivate to the peak of the sanctuary, far beyond the inheritance level of other tribes.
If they can get a view of this thing, they are willing to pay all the price.
"Blood Sea Immortal Cultivator, this matter was done by the Sealan Spear alone, it has nothing to do with us!"
"Aquamarine Spear is bloodthirsty and kills. We couldn't bear it a long time ago. Thanks to you for saving us."
"My Sea Blue Department is willing to be loyal to the blood sea forever, and if there is any violation, it will teach my whole family to die!"
Some martial murlocs trembled and began begging for mercy, promptly aroused a large number of crusades and curses, and vowed allegiance to swear, and the true feelings were revealed.
The murloc moved on the ground, exposing a dozen murlocs with blue scales in the middle, staying away like a plague god, looking at them with disgust.
"You untouchables, what do the Master Hailan Spears do to you..."
A blue-scale murloc roared, making many martial artist murlocs in the crowd look ashamed, but the loyalty and scolding voices not only did not stop, but became even greater.
"All right."
The blue scale murloc wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old murloc at the peak of the martial master.
He looked at the black-haired and black-eyed humans who were respectfully surrounded by many murloc kings in the center, and resolutely said: "This attack on the great blood sea immortal cultivator is indeed done by my sea-blue line and has nothing to do with other murlocs.
They are all loyal and loyal murloc warriors, who strongly opposed them before they acted, and even threatened them with their lives. "
"In the end, my grandfather had to kill the most violent mermaid elders before he reluctantly carried on the matter."
The more than a hundred martial arts murlocs scolding around were startled, and their eyes were moved and hopeful.
"My Hailan line is damned, and I should cut through a thousand swords, so that we can wash away the sins we committed."
After speaking, the old murloc drew a short sword and swiped it on his neck fiercely.
The blue vindictive light flashed, the huge head fell to the ground, and the blood spring spurted out an inch high from the fractured neck.
"father!"
A young blue murloc beside him exclaimed, full of horror.
"you guys……"
His voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at the sharp claws emerging from his chest with heart fragments and warm blood entrained in it.
Three blue-scale murlocs suddenly violently attacked and killed the murlocs around them who were still in shock.
Then without hesitation, he inserted the sharp claws into his chest and tore his heart apart.
"...Hoho..."
About to die, a blue-scale murloc was bleeding and tears in his eyes, begging up: "My lord, please spare the young..."
thump.
The body fell softly to the ground, losing all vitality.
Within a few breaths, all the martial murlocs of the main line of the Ocean Blue Department had died, and they were all dead in their own hands.
A tragic smell radiated to the surroundings, so that the murloc kings who focused on the treasures and inheritance could not help showing their emotions and admiration.
It is not without reason that the Ocean Blue Department can become the overlord of the eastern seas within thousands of years.
Ask yourself, the murlocs of their own tribe can never do this.
Several murloc kings hesitated and wanted to say something up.
"Montenegro, according to the covenant, what punishment will be punished by the betrayal tribe?"
The icy sound of the spear sounded, causing the few murloc kings who were about to step out to take a break and retract without a trace.