In the Blade

"This is definitely the tomb of a nobleman from the grassland."

Outside Sanshan Town, the manor that originally stood there has been razed to the ground, and now a huge pit has been dug out there - because there is no specific entrance, these evil masters who came to hunt for treasure can only use the simplest and most simple way to find treasures, such as digging up the entire land to see where there are traces of treasures.

After several excavations, they finally found the place buried deep underground.

"Look at those scimitars and bone flowers, they have obviously been on the battlefield, and there is even evil spirit left on these things. Ordinary people will go crazy on the spot if they touch them..."

The man in the front said while holding a torch. He is Hu Sanbian's eldest disciple and the most knowledgeable one in the group.

Also, he is the strongest.

"Look at this scimitar."

As he said this, the eldest disciple picked up a scimitar directly.

"It has been buried underground for who knows how many years, yet it is still so fierce... God knows how many people this scimitar has killed in the past. This is definitely a weapon that can only be used by elite troops! Look at the gap on it..."

"That... Senior Brother."

Another young man squeezed in from behind. This is Hu Sanbian's third apprentice, and he is also the most honest one.

And not only in character, but also in speaking, this young man is extremely honest.

"Senior Brother, I have a question."

After a moment of silence, the third apprentice couldn't help but speak.

"Do you think there is a possibility that this knife is the most recent one? Those soldiers buried it after killing people, so there is evil spirit on it, but not much..."

"What do you mean?"

Senior Brother turned his head suddenly, frowning.

"Do you understand or do I? Do you mean you understand better than me? Okay, you go ahead and clear the way, I'll follow you, come on, come on, don't you understand a lot? Come on!"

"I, this, ah, this, this, I don't mean that."

Facing the torch that the eldest brother forced over, the third apprentice was speechless for a long time.

He just proposed an idea, not to have any conflict with the eldest brother, and it was really not what he wanted to do now.

The main thing is that this thing really doesn't look like something that the elite use. It's not like the grassland people haven't seen it before. This is obviously the sword used by those ordinary grassland riders, how can it be elite?

"Maybe you will say, this thing is just the equipment of ordinary grassland people, how can it be elite?"

While the third apprentice was silent, the eldest brother continued to talk.

"There is a point you don't understand here. Those grassland people didn't have the scale they have now. Maybe now, those grassland elites will be equipped with better weapons, but for the grassland people hundreds of years ago, they might have been considered elite just by having iron tools... What do you think?"

"Yes, yes, you are right, Senior Brother."

"Indeed, if you think about it carefully, that's the case."

"Senior Brother really understands."

For a moment, all the junior brothers and sisters behind the corridor also followed suit, and the senior brother standing in the front row was more and more impressed.

Even the third apprentice who had just raised the question, after thinking about it, actually felt that this statement sounded a bit reliable.

The main thing is that if you don't explain it this way, it seems that there is no other explanation.

It can't be that these things are really buried by others?

"Would ordinary soldiers bury their weapons so deep? Can they really dig to this extent?"

After thinking about it, the third apprentice continued to follow the senior brother and walked all the way.

To their surprise, there was no mechanism to hinder tomb robbers like other tombs. This simple architectural layout was more like an arsenal than a tomb. As the name suggests, an arsenal is a weapon warehouse. Only a warehouse, which needs to take things at any time, would use such an undefended architectural structure.

"And there is not a single body here."

The third apprentice once again raised his doubts.

"Let alone a body, not even a bone, only weapons are placed here. Can this be considered a tomb..."

"What do you mean?"

The eldest brother turned his head again.

"What do you mean? You know so much, if you want to know, come here? Tell me what this place is? Come on, tell me!"

"I, it's not, this."

The third apprentice was choked back again. After all, he only saw the problem. If he really asked him to say what this place was, he really couldn't tell clearly.

It looks like an armory, but the weapons don't look old, and even the soil may not be old, but this underground building can't have grown suddenly - so what on earth is this place, and what on earth did they find?

"What an ignorant thing! This is called a cenotaph!"

The eldest brother gave a direct answer.

"After all, those grassland elites can't really come here to be buried with the dead, so they took their weapons to be buried with the dead, symbolizing that they will always follow their leaders, even if they go underground, they will still follow their nobles to fight together... There must be more than 200 scimitars and bone flowers buried here? In other words, this is a guard composed of more than 200 elites."

At this point, the eldest brother pointed to the depths of the tomb.

"So, do you understand? What level of specifications does this tomb have..."

"..."

The team that came in to explore suddenly fell silent, leaving only the heavy breathing sounds lingering in the corridor.

To have two hundred armored elites buried with him, even if he was not the Khan, he must have been at the level of a prince or noble. As for why they were armored elites... Aren't all elites armored?

Anyway, there must be some precious treasures buried here.

And now, this treasure will become theirs.

Facing the upcoming huge harvest, their blood vessels were boiling.

"Look! What did I say! This is the tomb!"

When stepping into the deepest part of the crypt, the eldest brother laughed heartily, because in the light of the torch, a huge coffin appeared in front of him - although the coffin was made of rammed earth and looked quite rough, it was more like a rectangular storage cabinet than a coffin.

But he said it was a coffin, so it was a coffin.

"The best treasures must be in the coffin. You should move aside first and don't let anything happen."

While saying this, the eldest brother pulled out the iron hook he carried with him and hooked the wooden cover on the locker directly.

"Open!"

With the force of the iron hook, the surging evil spirit suddenly gushed out.

And the eldest brother was stunned on the spot.

If this is really a tomb, then the specifications of this tomb are far more advanced than he imagined-although he still hasn't seen any bones so far, but the three weapons in the coffin are so eye-catching.

"This bronze sword... looks like the style of the ancients, not the style of the grassland people, but more like the weapons of the previous dynasty, just like the swordsmen in those legends... That's right! The magic sword! This is a magic sword!"

A junior brother has already recognized the bronze sword in the coffin. After all, the shape of this bronze sword is so special.

"As for this spear...wait, this style, could it be something used by Emperor Taizu Gao when Dachen was founded? I remember that these weapons were awarded to those generals, right? How come they are here?"

"It should be just a replica, but it is a very delicate replica."

Another junior sister made a judgment.

"But if it is buried here, it is hard to say. Could it be that Emperor Taizu's spear is actually a replica of this weapon?"

Everyone was discussing fiercely, but no one had any doubts about the two weapons. On the one hand, the murderous aura on the sword and the spear was too obvious, and on the other hand, it was because the last thing in the coffin was too eye-catching.

It was a big sword with a very strange shape. The heavy blade was made entirely of steel feathers, and the sword guard and the hilt were completely carved from bones. The whole hilt was as terrifying as a spine. The skull with a bird's beak at the end of the hilt was even more lifelike, as if it would come alive in the next moment.

Judging from the style, it is more like an artistic sculpture than a weapon. The twisted shape is not suitable for fighting. But just looking at the majestic murderous aura on the blade, you can know that this sword has killed too many people.

When seeing this sword, no one would question the judgment of the eldest brother.

The specifications of this sword have surpassed everything in the tomb.

"This is the Khan... No, this is probably the sword of the Chanyu! The sword of the Great Chanyu!"

The eldest brother has never been so excited.

The Khan used a trident, and he knew this even if he was ignorant. But before the Khan appeared, no one knew what kind of weapon the Chanyu, the leader of the grassland people, used. But now, when seeing this sword, the eldest brother has already understood that it is definitely this sword.

After all, only this sword is worthy of the noble status of the Great Chanyu.

"The sword of the Chanyu..."

Thinking of this, the eldest brother subconsciously reached out to the coffin.

Another sharp blade was placed on his wrist.

"... What do you mean?"

The eldest brother turned his head again and looked at the second sister who suddenly appeared behind him.

"What do you mean? Are you going to attack your own people?"

"I want to ask, what do you mean."

The second sister, who had been silent all this time, frowned.

"We haven't even discussed how to divide it yet, and you just stretched out your hand. You're breaking the rules, and you still have the nerve to say that to me... Hey?"

The second sister subconsciously lowered her head.

But she saw that the iron hook originally held in the eldest brother's hand had been nailed into her abdomen at some point.

"You..."

Before the second sister could say anything, the eldest brother had already raised his arm.

And the figure in front of him was directly torn off half of his body.

Seeing the blood flowing on the ground, even if the brothers behind were slow, they could already see that the elder brother was planning to rob the thieves - but after the elder brother turned back several times, they were too far away, four or five steps away, so they couldn't do anything to stop him.

Even though they rushed forward at the fastest speed, after they took two steps, the elder brother covered in blood still held the skeleton sword in his hand.

With the sword in hand, the murderous spirit was everywhere.

Under the surging evil spirit, the senior brother's entire body was even floating in mid-air!

"Power...this is power!"

Holding the skeleton sword in one hand, the senior brother's eyes seemed to be shining with an evil light.

"No wonder, no wonder those grassland people treat their leader as a god. I see, this power is like a god..."

Saying this, the skeleton sword swept out.

The steel-like sharp feathers were like a violent storm. The few brothers who wanted to rush up to seize the sword all fell to the ground, covered in blood. Just looking at the miserable appearance, it was as terrifying as being chopped into pieces by a thousand knives. .

"This is power."

The figure of the senior brother slowly fell back to the ground.

Looking at the former senior brothers who were wailing and rolling on the ground, the eldest brother sighed like this.

"With such power, there is no need to be a con man? With such power..."

"Well...I have a question."

It was at this time that the third disciple, covered in blood, spoke again.

"Well, no, this sword is not the sword of Chan Yu. It is true that the grassland people admired the golden eagle, but in the Chan Yu era, they admired wolves. Even if there are birds, they should be double-headed eagles. You have this carving on the hilt of the sword. , more like now..."

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

The elder brother turned around again.

What a ghost. God knows how his master Hu Sanbian got such a disciple. He was not good at work and could not understand the exercises. Even if he acted as a con man, he would not be able to deceive others. But the only thing he could do was to argue. These three junior brothers are the most proficient. Although everyone is chatting normally, only this beast will suddenly appear and make people feel uncomfortable.

This is why he must choose to leave the master. After all, the master is too old and confused to accept apprentices. These junior brothers and sisters are also some trash. They have been taught for so long and have become useless, so he cannot let himself be trapped in it. Here, he is still young, he still has more things to do, and there are still so many things he has not enjoyed.

What's more, now he still has strength...

"……Um?"

The elder brother suddenly came to his senses.

Isn't he going to kill someone? Why did I suddenly start to lose my mind...

"What's going on?"

The senior brother subconsciously looked at the sword in his hand.

I saw that skull with a beak, and at some point, it had snaked up and bit his arm!

And the third junior brother who was supposed to be killed by him had already stolen two other weapons and ran wildly outside.