My love options are a bit difficult

Chapter 92: Seven Days and Seven Swords
[The selection has been completed, and the reward has been distributed to the inventory. 】

Xia Mufeng glanced at the prompt that had already appeared in the panel, and then directly moved his eyes to the item bar below, where a pure white card lay quietly.

Focus on it, and the specific attributes of the card will appear in front of you.

[Weapon Card]: Seven Days and Seven Swords
"Seven days and seven knives?" Xia Mufeng frowned and whispered softly.

He seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

According to the name, could it be seven knives?But it's obviously a weapon card, so is it like the Seven Blades in the anime?
And why is it something like a sword? Could it be that he has been used up with melee weapons all his life?
Natsume Feng sat on the sofa and pondered for a while. He couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it, and used this card directly.

The pure white card in the inventory gradually disappeared, gradually forming a white brilliance and disappearing in it.

He suddenly felt his hands sink, and his arms began to fall uncontrollably.

Boom!
There was a muffled sound of an unknown object hitting the wooden floor.

Xia Mufeng looked at the knife in his hand in amazement.

Just looking up, he saw a pure black scabbard about three fingers wide. He subconsciously looked up and the black scabbard kept rising as he looked.

He slowly opened his mouth and looked at the scabbard that was three or four heads taller than when he sat up.

"This is also a knife?" Xia Mufeng thought in shock.

Holding the long knife in the black scabbard in both hands, he stood up from the sofa, and finally saw the handle of the knife—one or twenty centimeters higher than him.

Holding the scabbard of the blade with force, Natsume Feng exerted force with both hands, her phalanges were slightly white, and then she picked up the long blade and laid it flat on the coffee table, the tip of the blade was nearly half a meter away from the coffee table.

"It must be nearly two meters long." Xia Mufeng checked the length visually, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

There is nothing blocking the handle of the black long knife. If you don't look carefully, you may even think that there are no gaps.

The fine linen was wrapped around the handle in an orderly manner so that it was not easy to slip off. Natsume Kaede held it with one hand, and did not feel any coldness, but was somewhat comfortable.

The long sword originally bought at Kendo Studio was long enough, but compared to this black sword, it was nothing compared to that.

Holding the scabbard in his left hand, Natsume Feng took a deep breath, and his right hand began to exert a little force.

The black knife was not unsheathed, not even a single movement.

Natsume Feng didn't believe it, and gradually increased the strength in his hands.

But even if he used up all his strength, and even put both feet on the coffee table, the black knife would not move at all as if it was stuck with solid glue.

After 10 minutes, he gave up.
Xia Mufeng shook his red hands, which were smothered by the fine linen, and looked at the long knife in front of him helplessly. Can he just pull it out?

At this time, he noticed that he seemed to have overlooked something, and opened the panel again to check it.

[Weapon Card]: Seven Days and Seven Swords
"Those who do not have a clear sword heart can't be pulled out?"

He seems to understand what this sentence means. Natsume Feng does not think that he is a person with a clear mind. If it is said that the book is clear, he can give it a try.

Does that mean that this knife is completely useless for you?

If he can't pull it out, what if the knife is so powerful?
long?
Not being able to pull it out afterwards is also a problem!

Natsume Kaede pondered for a while, then moved his gaze to another card in the inventory.

"Transform!"

He was silent.

As these words disappeared in his heart, Natsume Kaede, who was standing in the living room, began to undergo changes visible to the naked eye.

In just three seconds, a middle-aged man wearing a black kimono with vicissitudes of eyes and gray hair appeared.

The abundant power returned to the body again, and Natsume Feng calmly clenched his fist.

It's just a little bit stronger than your own body, how can you feel so powerful?
He was a little confused.

However, when his eyes swept across the coffee table, they were fixed on the black scabbard called Seven Days Seven Swords just now.

A tall figure stood in the living room of Natsume's house, the golden morning light reflected on the man's gray-white hair, and his previously calm state of mind suddenly became a little chaotic.

Xia Mufeng felt that his body was moving, he suddenly looked at his right hand, and found that his hand was shaking.

The whole hand stretched forward uncontrollably, and the fingers moved involuntarily. He seemed to feel that he heard a faint sound in his ear.

"Pick it up. Pick it up."

Natsume Feng felt that his body was a little out of control, and his hands trembled as he reached out to the black knife on the coffee table.

The feeling that his body was out of his control frightened him, but his body was still moving with difficulty.

got it.

He placed the black knife horizontally in front of him, his calloused right hand tightly gripped the hilt, and his left hand held the scabbard about two-thirds below.

The tightly closed black knife was slowly pulled out a blade. Before Natsume Feng could take a closer look, he suddenly felt that the airflow around him was suddenly violently stirred, and the hair strands kept floating uncontrollably. The knife is like a giant whirlpool.

He looked at the blade that had been pulled out by nearly one-tenth, and the snow-white blade actually shone with a light blue light, constantly lingering around the edge of the blade, so frightened that he immediately closed the knife.

"Shh!"

"boom!"

The vicissitudes of life of the middle-aged man in the kimono slowly disappeared, returning to the original appearance of Natsume Kaede.

He stared at the coffee table under his feet that was split smoothly in the middle. The original contents on the table were scattered on the ground, and many glass cups were broken into pieces.

"Well, what's going on here!"

Natsume Feng put his hands on his head with a horrified face, and was deeply shocked by the messy appearance. Even the wooden floor under the coffee table cracked a deep crack, which was ugly.

He didn't draw his knife just now, did he?
Without drawing a knife, he naturally did not make any slashing gestures, so what was it that made him look like this?
He looked down at the black knife in his hand with a dazed expression. The heavy hand made his hands a little hard, and the blade was still tightly closed together, making people look like a whole.

Suddenly, two words flashed in Natsume Kaede's mind.

Knife gas?
Sword Qi?

(End of this chapter)