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The dragon bone channels the spirit into the demonic sword, and Chi Yan marvels at the enchantment.

Li Mo's sword is a sword made from dragon bones. It is born from swallowing fire. It can communicate with the spirit freely and correspond to Li Mo's thoughts.

As soon as Mo Qiuchan's blade came out, the red dragon sensed it and turned into a rainbow. The blade was furious, and the terrifying edge caused the short sword to break and sink into the sand.

"Demon Sword... Demon Sword..."

Mo Qiuchan looked at the knife in Li Mo's hand, her beautiful eyes narrowed with deep fear, and her beautiful face no longer looked relaxed and dismissive.

"Now you know whether he is qualified to enter this knife house."

Hua Qiuzui's expression was indifferent, but when she looked at the knife in Li Mo's hand, it was also full of brilliance.

"This is the weapon's refining blade...it is born with a ferocious nature, and it really can't be turned back..."

Mo Qiuchan stared at the [Red Flame Sword], and with just one glance, he could actually see the origin of this sword.

In the eyes of people like them, knives are just like people, with thousands of blades and different personalities.

Like the knife in Li Mo's hand, he is naturally vicious, aloof and arrogant.

Although he has been in Luo Jingkuang's hands for many years, he has never regarded him as his master. He only used him to continuously swallow other blades and turn them into his own use.

However, once he recognized Li Mo and was surrendered by him, he was loyal and unyielding. He even disliked that his body was too dirty after being held by others before, and would rather kill himself and rebuild it to create a new edge.

This kind of person... no... this kind of knife is cruel enough to others, but even crueler to himself.

If the sword is regarded as a woman, the Red Dragon Sword is a chaste and martyrdom woman who can erect ten chastity arches. Even though the man with the golden tongue cannot take away her will, the holy hand of lightning cannot change her heart, and the king with the golden spear and silver cannot break her body. .

Such a demonic character is rare among swordsmen.

"Since ancient times, the demon sword has been ominous and has always controlled people's hearts..." Mo Qiuchan said in a condensed voice: "Auntie, this sword is really not suitable to stay in his hand."

While speaking, Mo Qiuchan suddenly opened the yellow satin sling on his back. The scabbard made of blue animal skin held a nine-inch dagger.

"Qiu Chan..." Hua Qiuzui frowned slightly.

She knew very well that from Mo Qiuchan's point of view, it was impossible to remain indifferent when seeing the demon sword.

At this moment, her thoughts were moved, like a blade unsheathed, moving forward without any room for turning back.

"This knife will drag you into the abyss."

Mo Qiuchan's whole body was filled with energy, and his thoughts almost became a thread.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was no other thought in her mind, and her energy and spirit were all connected.

At this moment, only the blade was unsheathed. Compared with the lightning-fast sword just now, this sword was majestic and overwhelming.

In a daze, Li Mo saw the shadows of swords attacking and killing people all over the sky, like the yellow sand of the desert, covering up the sun and moon, leaving no way to escape.

"Knives... are always just tools. Don't add too many dramas to them."

Li Mo whispered, he held the Red Dragon Sword tightly in his hand and waved it gently.

Rumble...

Red flames soared into the sky, exploding like fire, and the terrifying sword energy directly twisted and engulfed the sky-wide sword shadow.

In a trance, Mo Qiuchan's suddenly narrowed vision seemed to see the shadow of a dragon being pinched by the throat of the majestic figure. Its scales were obedient and surrendered as mud. It could only use its fangs and claws. Contribute and become the blade that drives it.

"The surrendered demon sword..."

Mo Qiuchan's face trembled, and her shocked eyes moved to Li Mo who was standing still.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that what really frightened her was not the knife, but the person.

This man suppressed the demon sword and was far superior to it.

"Control the sword..."

The knife in Mo Qiuchan's hand shattered again, and in the scattered silver light, her thoughts seemed to return to the day when she was awarded the [Autumn Water Sword].

"Xiao Qiuchan, this sword is forged with [Qihan Iron] and tempered with [Seven Waves of Cold Cold Pill]. The autumn water is as green as blue, which is very precious."

The old man was naked, his withered body full of strength. He sat by the stove and handed the autumn water knife to the young Mo Qiuchan.

"I will definitely not disgrace it." Mo Qiuchan held the first sword in her arms, her mind racing, imagining that one day, she would enter the supreme sacred hall of the [Sword God Guild] and have her own stone statue Stay there permanently.

"Xiao Qiuchan, it's too early for you. For the first time, you need to know that there are three realms for sword refiners."

"Which third level?"

"Know the sword, understand the root, and master the many changes in the blade."

"When the sword becomes a sword, the sword technique becomes more refined, and the blade becomes like a part of the body."

"When the sword is combined, the man and the sword are united, regardless of each other, and there is only one thought in killing."

Having said this, the old man paused slightly: "If you can reach the state of [Joint Sword] before the age of twenty-five, you are expected to become a star in the guild.

"Grandpa, is the combined sword the most powerful?"

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if the light of a knife suddenly appeared, and he immediately shook his head.

"There is another realm above the combined sword, called sword control."

"People are kings, and swords are ministers. With the king controlling his ministers, he is domineering, even if the country is overturned, it can be repeated. This state cannot be achieved through hard work. Some people are born like this, so don't force it."

The old man's words echoed in Mo Qiuchan's mind like an echo, and the pictures of the past gradually shattered among the scattered blades.

"To control your ministers with a king, to be domineering...this is to control the sword."

Mo Qiuchan murmured softly and slammed her whole body into the wall. The smoke and dust stirred up scattered and quickly engulfed her figure.

"Senior sister, you see... it has nothing to do with me, she bumped into her herself... God has a good heart." Li Mo declared his mercy and cleared the relationship immediately.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he stood here without moving.

He was born with compassion and his heart was for peace, but there were always people hurt and died because of him. It was really unfair.

"..."

Hua Qiuzui curled her lips, said nothing, turned around and stepped forward.

At this moment, Mo Qiuchan staggered out of the smoke and dust. Her dress was almost torn to pieces by the newly broken blade. Only the unbroken belt hung, and her dazzling white skin was clearly visible. Her greatness His mind is ready to come out.

"You are so young, so scary." Li Mo took a deep breath and took two steps closer.

Hua Qiuzui dodged and arrived in front of Mo Qiuchan. She raised her hand and pulled down the curtain and wrapped it around the latter, blocking the sudden spring light.

"What a pity...the curtain..." Li Mo curled his lips.

"Okay, let's call it a day." Hua Qiu drunkenly said in Mo Qiuchan's ear.

The reason why she didn't stop Li Mo from taking action was because she wanted to dampen Mo Qiuchan's temper, suppress her sharp edge, and let her know what it meant that there was a world outside the world, and there were people outside the world.

"Little girl, can I go in now?" Li Mo said with a grin, holding the Red Dragon Sword.

Mo Qiuchan was silent. Suddenly, she raised her right hand suddenly, cold light flashed, and scarlet blood spurted out.

She just hummed, and the three fingers of her left hand broke off and fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

Li Mo was dumbfounded by this scene, and immediately froze on the spot, somewhat confused about the situation.

"You...what are you doing?"

"I was blind and underestimated the world's masters... This is my punishment... and my apology to you!"

As she spoke, Mo Qiuchan gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain, picked up the three severed fingers that fell on the ground, and turned around to leave.

"this……"

Li Mo stared blankly at Mo Qiuchan's retreating figure, his face filled with astonishment.

"Is she... not in her right mind?"

Li Mo couldn't help but look at Hua Qiuzui next to him and cast a questioning look at him.

"This is a lesson she taught herself." Hua Qiuzui said calmly: "Don't worry... As long as it doesn't take more than a day, someone can pick her up."

"I'm so worried!"

Li Mo secretly cursed in his heart, "I want you to be more practical in my apology. What's the point of self-mutilation?" Three fingers cannot make two ounces of soup.

"Come on, let me show you my sword house."

As she spoke, Hua Qiuzui took Li Mo and walked straight in.

The empty backyard was filled with broken blades, so densely packed that it made people's scalp numb, and the cold light dazzled their eyes.

"These are all broken swords...the soul of the sword has passed away, and the remaining swords remain in the grave." Hua Qiuzui said calmly.

"How many hands have been broken?" Li Mo glanced at them and couldn't count them at all.

"Refining a sword is like practicing cultivation."

Hua Qiuzui suddenly said: "Back then, Shenzong destroyed the Dharma and left only three thousand mountain gates. The monks in the world were like worms. They experienced changes in three years and cannibalized each other. The winner is the king and can step onto the ladder to heaven... …”

"Xuantian Pavilion!" Li Mo's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Destroying the Dharma without completing the Dharma... What is this?"

"Perhaps it's just to train the biggest Gu insect." Hua Qiuzui whispered softly: "Practice in this world is like refining Gu. This huge world is just a breeding ground for the Shen Sect."

"Senior sister, you are so sinister." Li Mo muttered.

"Don't be afraid if you have a dark belly, as long as you have fair skin."

While talking, Hua Qiuzui led Li Mo into her most precious storage room.

The knives here have been tempered and polished for thousands of times. They stand out from the many knives and are qualified to be displayed here.

As soon as he walked in, Li Mo felt a strong and powerful breath coming towards his face. Countless blades came at him, like mountains pressing down on him, making him breathless.

The so-called mountain of swords is gone, I'm afraid that's the case.

"They are all precious."

Li Mo's eyes shone brightly as he looked at the knives displayed in the crystal box. He couldn't even estimate how much silver they could sell for.

"This senior sister is really rich."

The way Li Mo looked at Hua Qiuzui was different.

Based on his experience in playing with knives, every knife here is priceless, and the last one is better than the original Red Flame Knife.

Collecting so many knives requires not only financial resources and energy, but also an extremely wide network of contacts.

Obviously, the woman in front of her is what Feng Wannian calls a high-quality rich woman. She is young, rich, in good shape, and beautiful... the best among rich women.

Feng Wannian once said that there are three classes of rich women in the world.

The lowest level is those who are physically strong and have a body like an ox.

This kind of rich woman is the most difficult to deal with. The average person can serve her for three months at most, and then she will be crumpled and discarded like a piece of toilet paper.

Even a master like Shen Yimen may not be able to handle it.

As the old saying goes, a rich woman is as strong as an ox, but an eighteen-year-old boy is also worried.

The second category is those who have great wealth but are terminally ill.

As long as you have enough patience and love to accompany this rich woman through the last journey of her life, and provide her with enough humanitarian care, she will always leave a generous fortune to you if she is not ruthless.

As for the first rank, the senior sister Hua in front of me is rich, beautiful and youthful.

This kind of rich woman has people rushing to get close to her.

In Feng Wannian's eyes, this is not a senior sister, it is simply a golden mountain that can give birth to children.

"What are you thinking about?" Hua Qiuzui asked suddenly, looking at Li Mo's beaming expression.

"I'm envious of senior sister. I wonder when I will have so many precious swords." Li Mo responded casually.

"When I get back, I'll go down the mountain and do more errands."

"Huh!?" Hua Qiuzui's eyes narrowed slightly: "Last month at the mountain sect's all disciples' meeting, the leader emphasized that it is strictly forbidden to go down the mountain privately, and the incident of holding multiple jobs requires the Ninth Academy to learn lessons deeply, draw inferences from one example, and maintain a high sense of strict cultivation... …You didn’t go?”

"I went... of course I went. Could I miss the leader's speech? It was touching and thought-provoking. I almost recited it after listening to it."

Li Mo replied calmly and walked quickly to a crystal box.

A faint blue knife with a red thread running through the entire blade, which looks both small and charming.

"This is a beauty knife. Use it to shave your face every day to remove fine lines..."

Hua Qiuzui looked at the faint blue knife with a proud expression.

“Even neck wrinkles can be removed.”

"Sister, this is a third-grade rune weapon." Li Mo glanced at it and was dumbfounded.

"So it's precious."

As he spoke, Hua Qiuzui led Li Mo to the side again. The snow-white dagger was like a gift from heaven after the ice and snow melted. The flickering cold light made people feel like they were in the middle of winter.

"This is a [whitening knife]. It can be shaved three times a week to give you cool white skin."

Hua Qiuzui subconsciously touched her skin, which looked like a shelled egg.

She has two major interests in her life, one is knives and the other is wine.

In addition, there is another career that I am willing to fight for my whole life, and that is maintenance.

"This one is amazing, [Yuzu Knife]... The vibration of the particles on the blade can tenderize the feet and make the skin delicate... Of course, the purpose of this knife doesn't end there."

Hua Qiuzui picked up a sword for daily use. At first glance, it looked like it was made up of countless particles.

"This is one of my most proud treasures... Back then, a sister was even willing to trade half of the street's property with me..."

Having said this, a proud smile appeared on Hua Qiuzui's face.

"I heard that she still has to step on sand and play every day...it's really pitiful."

"Senior sister...the knife you have here..." Li Mo curled his lips and hesitated: "Isn't there something a little normal?"

Buzz…

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient sword aura slowly rose from the depths of the storage room. The terrifying aura even made the Red Dragon Sword in Li Mo's hand tremble.

Immediately afterwards, the treasured swords that were usually treasured in the crystal box began to chant.

"That is……"

At this moment, Li Mo could see clearly that there was an ancient sword enshrined at the top of the storage room. It was three feet long and made of ancient bronze. The back of the sword had lines that resembled the human spine.

"Senior sister... what kind of knife is this?"

With just one glance, Li Mo's mind was completely attracted by the knife in front of him. The ancient charm was like an abyss, making it difficult for people to escape. The terrifying edge of the knife could even cleave the spiritual sense.

"That's Luofu's knife..."

"Luofu's sword?" Li Mo was stunned for a moment, then showed a strange look: "Senior sister, who are you?"

"I am its owner." Hua Qiuzui whispered softly.

"Why doesn't it have a scabbard?"

"What kind of scabbard can suppress its edge?" Hua Qiuzui smiled slightly.

"I am its scabbard!"

While talking, Hua Qiuzui walked up to the ancient sword and gently stroked the blade with her jade hand. The terrifying aura suddenly subsided and she let out a whimpering sound.

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