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Swords, like people, actually have names. But unlike people, people can change their names as they grow. But swords are different. They will be given names after they are cast. This name will

Accompany them throughout their lives.

The origin of the name is based on their performance at the moment of successful casting. Excellent swords will naturally have an excellent name, such as Xuanyuan Sword, such as Yuchang Sword. And inferior swords will only have an ordinary name, such as Big Sword.

Some of them are Qingfeng swords. So from a side perspective, if you want to know the quality of a sword, you have to look at its name.

But what makes Wu Ling very strange is that the sword lying in his hand is actually called three feet, which is a unit used to express length. Could it be that the craftsman who used it was too casual and took it casually like this?

A name? Of course it's impossible. You can tell from the neat handwriting on the scabbard. When carving these two words, the craftsman was attentive and even meticulous, because the carving of the scabbard was perfect and there were no

Any flaws.

Slowly pulling out the sword, there was no sound during the process. The design of the scabbard also shows the craftsman's intention. Like the scabbard, the sword body is pitch black, as if it can attract even the gaze.

It's not sharp, but it has the feeling of being able to chop everything. It's very comfortable to hold in your hand, and there's nothing abrupt about it. This is a very good sword.

But when Wu Ling took out the sword, he understood why the sword was placed on the ground and did not receive the same treatment as other swords, because this sword was 'dead'.

This kind of 'death' is naturally different from the death of ordinary people. The 'death' of this sword has no character. To put it simply, it has no amplifying effect. Unlike other swords, when used,

It will be affected by the sword itself, which will make the user's mind stronger, the sword can be drawn faster, and even the user can gain huge power from the sword.

But there is no such thing as the sword in his hand. It has no amplification effect. It is just the sword itself and nothing else.

Gently stroking the sword body, Wu Ling felt a sense of regret. This regret was not only his own, but also the regret of the craftsman. He understood why the scabbard was so beautiful. It was actually the tomb of this sword!

The sword is very beautiful, but it is like a sleeping beauty, with a peerless appearance, but it can never wake up. This may be the most painful thing in the world!

Looking at the calm sword body, Wu Ling's heart suddenly moved. What if he gave the sword in front of him a soul? For example, the unicorn in his mind? He held the sword in his hands and watched it with all his strength in his mind.

Think of the fourth picture.

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After all, Shao Zikang came to ask for the sword, and he brought a lot of sincerity, so Su Tong could not just ignore the other party, but personally helped him introduce the origin of the sword so that Shao Zikang could choose. Wu Ling was

Students, it's okay to wait a little.

When Su Tong introduced Shao Zikang, the girl behind Shao Zikang would focus on Wu Ling from time to time. She was indeed very curious about this young man who was about the same age as herself but was recognized by his master as having superb swordsmanship.

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At the beginning, the other party was still carefully looking at the sword on the shelf, but now the other party was holding a dark sword in the corner and didn't know what he was doing! This made the girl even more curious. Did the other party find something good?

?Just when she was about to take a closer look, she suddenly found a huge monster shadow rising faintly behind the boy, like a totem!

The girl was startled and couldn't help but rub her eyes. When she looked again, the shadow just disappeared, as if she had seen it wrong.

"What's wrong? Xiao Jing?" The girl's movements still attracted the attention of Shao Zikang next to him, and he couldn't help asking. The girl named Sun Jing in front of her was the daughter of her friend. Because her family was well-off, she had been learning kendo since she was a child. Later,

She even became his disciple and formally learned practical swordsmanship. Although the girl was not very old, she had always been very sensible and steady. He was very satisfied with the apprentice in front of him.

"It's nothing, master!" Sun Jing hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't say what he just saw. Because what he just saw was too weird, and even if he told it, the master wouldn't believe it.

I thought she was dazzled.

Suddenly, she didn't notice the master answering her, so she raised her head and looked. In the meantime, Shao Zikang and Su Tong on the side were looking blankly at the corner, their eyes full of shock.

Sun Jing followed the gaze of the two people and saw that the young man who was calm just now had now raised the sword in his hand. The originally dark sword body was now shining with a dazzling light.

"Ang..." An inexplicable voice sounded in the hearts of several people.

"Pap..."

The sword Su Tong was about to hand to Shao Zikang fell to the ground.

"Then, what is that?"

Sun Jing covered her mouth in horror, her eyes staring tightly at the corner of the day.

As far as the sight of several people could see, a phantom of a monster that occupied the entire room stood, completely surrounding the young man. A pair of white wings spread out gently on its back, and there was a spiral-shaped horn on its high forehead.

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In the dark space, Wu Ling stood quietly. In front of him was a huge monster looking at him indifferently. It had a single horn, a horse's head, and white wings.

"You are a unicorn!" Wu Ling was surprised and took a step back unconsciously. No matter how elegant a unicorn looks, it is still a ferocious beast, and it was like playing with it.

He was clearly in the room just now trying to infuse the Three-foot Sword with the characteristics of a unicorn, but why was he here in the blink of an eye?

The place where he stood was like water, and as Wu Ling retreated, it rippled in circles to both sides.

"Kacha..."

Suddenly, a clean crack appeared in front of Wu Ling.

The entire space seemed to have been punched hard. Along this crack, countless spider-like cracks spread. Like a bubble, the scene in front of me completely burst.

With his eyes darkened, Wu Ling once again returned to the sword selection room.

"This is it!" He looked blankly at the arm in front of him. Countless fine blue scales vaguely appeared on it. He held a black long sword high in both hands, and the long sword was only half drawn. The sword was as bright as a mirror, with clear

Reflect what you are now.

It was a face with blue fluorescent eyes.

In an instant, the scales disappeared and the luster in the eyes faded.

The huge unicorn behind him slowly shrank and quietly poured into the three-foot sword in his hand. In about half a minute, the huge totem behind Wu Ling completely entered the three-foot sword, and the original light disappeared completely.

Darkness returned once again.

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"Master, were we dazzled just now?" Random asked in a low voice with anxiety.

Shao Zikang gritted his teeth: "You're not dazzled, that's momentum. It's a special aura that only top kendo masters have. They use their own cultivation and skills to achieve the effect of pressing the opponent's eyeballs with air to produce special illusions."

"But master, why did the totem disappear later?" Sun Jing was still curious.

"No, it's not that he disappeared, but that he injected his power into the sword in his hand!" Before Shao Zikang could answer, Su Tong said directly. At this time, he looked at Wu Ling like a miser.

It was like seeing a peerless treasure.

"Congratulations, Mr. Su!" Shao Zikang congratulated Su Tong beside him with a slightly complicated tone.

"Haha... Congratulations, congratulations!" At this time, Su Tong was smiling from ear to ear. "Master Shao, you can take whatever swords you want here, and I'll give them to you for free!"

Or, he knew what the scene that just happened meant.

"That would be disrespectful!" Shao Zikang didn't refuse. Compared with that young man, these swords were nothing like mud.

He chose a bloodthirsty sharp sword in vain, and Shao Zikang and Sun Jing retreated absentmindedly.

After walking a few steps, Shao Zikang suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the apprentice in front of him.

"Xiao Jing!"

"Master?" Sun Jing was still respectful, although the scene just now shocked her.

"If I die, go find this Wu Ling!"

"Master!" Sun Jing couldn't help feeling sad. She knew exactly what he meant by this teacher who was both a teacher and a friend and was very good to her. The enemy they had to face this time was not simply a northerner.

Master of swordsmanship.

"If the master dies, I will not survive. I will follow the master!" Sun Jing said with certainty.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you live a good life, there is hope for you!" Shao Zikang lost the bitterness he had until now. Instead, he laughed directly, rubbed Sun Jing's head and said.

"Follow that young man. The momentum in him is the strongest I have ever seen in my life! Maybe" he raised his head and looked at a bird that suddenly flew by in the sky. "He will be the strongest sword in history."

scholar!"

Sun Jing's expression changed suddenly! Wen Wu was the best, martial arts was the second, especially the master of swordsmanship. Sword represents sharpness, and she knew very well what it meant when these two words were lost.

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At the same time, on the national highway entering Yulan, a silver-gray car sped past quickly. After entering Yulan City, the car slowly stopped beside the road, the cab window was lowered, and a strong smell of blood broke out.

Then a bald head stuck out from the window. The most eye-catching thing was the scar on the left side of his face that cut through the corner of his eye.

Looking at the scenery outside, the bald man pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled softly: "Jiejie, Magnolia City, I, Li Long, am back alive again!" However, the smile that originally represented kindness became even more terrifying and abnormal under the background of continuous scars.

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