"I was less than a hundred years old at the time. I was fortunate enough to participate in the forging and work for my teacher. I also witnessed the forging failure with my own eyes."

"The Devil King was killed by the Holy Angel, but his unwillingness, resentment, and desire for destruction were all condensed in his blood, heart, and every part of his body."

"At the critical moment of forging, these resentments and will to destroy suddenly burst out, seriously disturbing the teacher. The sword embryo, which was originally a holy realm, suddenly fell to the gold level."

When the dwarf said this, he saw Zonge reaching out to hold the sword hilt. He quickly stopped him and said, "Be careful! This sword picks people. If it is not satisfied, it will absorb and devour the blood of the sword owner. So, you have to

Wrap your hands with fighting spirit."

"It also contains the devil's strong will to destroy within it. Every time the sword owner pulls out the scabbard, he must destroy and kill to a certain standard before he will be satisfied. If he is not satisfied, he will bite back his own

Master. Many sword masters were corrupted by this spirit and eventually went crazy and became murderers, and some even committed suicide."

"So troublesome?" The half-orc frowned, stretched out his big hand, and grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Use your fighting spirit to protect your hands!" the dwarf shouted.

But the orc did not do this: "You have to hold the handle with your own hands. It is difficult to grasp the subtleties of sword skills through a layer of fighting spirit. Just let it suck and watch."

However, the demon blood sword was completely quiet in Zong Ge's hands, without any sign of restlessness or backlash.

"This?!" The dwarf almost suspected that he had picked up the wrong sword.

Clang.

After a crisp sound, Zong Ge drew out the demon blood sword.

call!

With a wave of his hand, he immediately produced a sword wind, which pushed away the surrounding debris and blew the dwarf flying around and behind his head.

The half-orc's brows widened, showing a look of surprise, and he praised: "What a sword!"

The dwarf opened his mouth slightly and was stunned on the spot.

Immediately, Zonge instilled his fighting spirit into the sword.

Fighting energy fills the sword body, and the entire demon blood sword exudes a strong aura - eager to kill, eager to destroy, eager to destroy, eager for war!

"Good sword..." Zong Ge praised again. For a moment, his eyes were slightly lost.
Chapter completed!