By the way, Xuan Ji remembered that the Duling Palace had not been repaired when the Demon Sword was broken. According to historical inference, Your Majesty was only in his twenties at that time, and he was broken into pieces of iron. His Majesty still had half his life to rule. He fought monsters all the way, killed all the political enemies, fought against the sky, the earth, and the people, and had endless fun.

A broken sword...for His Majesty, it might be like a torn old clothes, just evidence of the offense of the imperial power. When he defended the imperial seal with blood, those rags would not be qualified to occupy a place in his heart.

On the sea with lightning and thunder, the mountain corpses quickly changed positions and formed formations. Unpredictably turned into a sword shadow, emerging from underwater, beside the ship, and shooting dangerously at Sheng Lingyuan, like one hundred and eight moving arrow mechanisms. Sheng Lingyuan quietly watched the swords that could not penetrate the black fog of his body and bounced away hoarsely. The mountain king destroyed his sword, and he destroyed the entire clan of the mountain people. He might feel that he had a grudge and grudge. After three thousand years of death, he met an old friend again. His face was like a flat lake and no waves were seen.

"The Demon Sword is not extraordinary iron." The corpses who originally spoke in unison turned into one person's sentence. Some were crisp, some were soft, and some were the hoarseness of the boys who were in the voice change period, with a 360-degree surround sound. "It must be soaked in the thickest mermaid's blood, and then apply steel drills on several 'gutters'."

While speaking, seventeen or eighteen child corpses turned into swords at the same time, almost weaving a net and pressing towards the top of the ship.

Zhang Zhao stopped quickly with quick eyes and hands. The speedboat was about to fly away and rushed out of a way from the middle of the corpses. The "sword net" almost fell into nothing and burst into a large splash of water.

"Do you know? The most spiritual sword has 'key points'. Like the seven orifices of a human, it is its key point, which means it is alive and requires the most experienced weapon refiner to find it. If you want to destroy a sword, you must pierce these key points and hit them thoroughly. Then use a hammer cast by a mountain man's secret iron and add a thousand pounds of weight to smash it down. The better the sword, the better the sound, some are clearer and some are low. I love that sound the most... The Demon Sword is the best among the best. When the secret iron hammer is hit... Tsk, the sound is thick and lingering, just like a sad sound. Your Majesty, I heard that you are a musical person, but unfortunately I didn't hear it at that time, otherwise I could ask you to give it a rating."

Sheng Lingyuan was unmoved and even laughed "sigh": "I came from a rank of a slutty man, but I only know a few rural tunes I heard from somewhere. Gaoshanwang laughed."

A child corpse hidden at the stern of the boat turned into a knife light. As he spoke, he flew over from behind and stabbed him straight in the back.

Gu Yuexi: "Be careful!"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't look back and pulled out the casually peeled bamboo flute from his pocket. He handed over and the bamboo flute was cut in half. The sword light turned back into the child corpse and landed heavily on the deck. Before he could stand firm, Sheng Lingyuan turned his wrist and nailed the sharpened bamboo flute to the Tianling Cover of the child corpse in one go.

"I am very vulgar and I have to comment. I love to listen to the movements of cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle at home," Sheng Lingyuan "raised his hands and fell on the flute." With a few words, he had already poked seven holes on the body of the child's corpse. "During holidays, one knife will show blood, but the sword in the farmer's house is always not fast enough, and one knife often does not kill. The beast is still howling, and the hot blood can be put into the mouth. Slice it and stew it in a pot. Everyone eats it. It looks like a festive harvest."

The bamboo flute broke with a "bang", and the child's corpse trembled violently and stopped moving. The small limbs began to shrink and turned into a sci-shaped scimitar, bounced up and cut off a strand of the puppet's hair.

The puppet woman screamed and shrank her head: "Is this a human or a knife?"

There was a man next to him saying hoarsely: "It's a human, it's a sword... These corpses are sword spirits."

The puppet girl looked in the voice and saw Xuan Ji slowly standing up. Director Xuan just swayed with the speedboat, and suddenly stood by the side of the boat as if something had happened. She stood by the boat for a long time without saying anything.
Chapter completed!