I don't know if it was agreed or something. The two swords were just confronting each other at close range and did not use the special abilities of the two swords. Wang Lang didn't know what the special abilities of Gram was, but Tian Congyun knew that summoning Huangquan, the dead soul, and the messenger of the underworld, the two swords obviously wanted to decide who was the strongest, so they only used the most basic abilities of the sword - sharpness, and defense.

Wang Lang carefully moved his position, used the skills he had learned to constantly approach the phantom transformed by Tiancongyun, and then found the right time: "Gram, go left!!"

Gram thought without hesitation and stabbed in the left direction, and cut off the phantom transformed by Tiancongyun to hold his hand. The next moment, the phantom disappeared, while Tiancongyun floated in the air.

"Hahaha, Tian Congyun, you idiot!"

Wang Lang smiled and shook his head. At this time, Gram looked like a child who won a fight.

He ignored the clamoring Gram, and Tian Congyun inserted into the ground again: "You are very strong."

"No, no, no, this is entirely because you are all focused and use three things, so I took advantage of some mistakes."

This is not Wang Lang's modesty, but real. If Tian Congyun's attack was not the phantom transformed by Tian Congyun himself, but a real swordsman, it would probably be another result.

"Tiancongyun, give up quickly~~"

Gram's tone was full of pride.

"Haha, even if I lose, I'm better than you. Do you know why?" Tian Congyun said calmly.

"Ha? What else do you mean by your idiot! You obviously lost! I am the strongest one!!"

What a visual word, Gram, are you ⑨?

"Because I can control myself, but you can't."

Gram was silent for a moment, which was why Gram waited for tens of thousands of years and finally waited for Wang Lang to pick up his own battle with Tiancongyun. A sword that could control his own attacks was indeed stronger than a sword that could not control himself. The rest were just another matter. A sword without a manipulator is a harmless decoration.

"Okay, sir, put Gram down, come over, hold my sword hilt, and use your right hand."

Wang Lang listened to Tian Congyun's words and naturally placed Gram on the ground, but Gram did not object.

He walked in front of Tian Congyun for a few steps, then stretched out his right hand and held Tian Congyun's shoulder. In an instant, several strange tentacles stretched out from Tian Congyun's sword hilt, wrapped around Wang Lang's right hand, and then went upwards and completely tied to Wang Lang's entire right hand, but it only extended at the top of his shoulder. Next, no matter what, these tentacles could no longer extend upwards.

"It's indeed a [negative] constitution."

The right hand, wrapped by tentacles, moved on its own. Obviously, it was controlled by Tian Congyun. Wang Lang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at the wrapped right hand. His entire right hand was like a hand that turned into a monster, which made Wang Lang very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Tian Congyun turned the sword body, and the entire sword was hit on Wang Lang's left hand. Wang Lang was startled. Then, a strange thing happened. Tian Congyun's back of the sword hit the left hand. Then, the tentacles tied to the right hand instantly turned into ashes, and the right hand also recovered from the stage of being controlled. The entire sword fell to the ground, making a [clang] sound.

"It's true."

Tiancongyun made a sound of unknown significance.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Lang relaxed his right hand, and it was not so good for his limbs to lose control.

"Nothing...Your Excellency, my scabbard and Gram's scabbard are in the soil below where the dragon corpse was originally located, dig them out."

"Oh oh oh, after ten thousand years, are you finally leaving this ghost place!"

Gram, who was standing beside him, suddenly made a happy voice.

After a while, Wang Lang dug out two scabbards from under the dragon corpse. Well, compared to two gorgeous and weird artifacts, their place of residence is so ordinary.

Gram and Tiancongyun were inserted into the scabbard respectively.

"I Gram officially announced! From today on, you will be my master."

"Start now, you will be my lord, and you will be my order."

The two swords said at the same time, which immediately made Wang Lang feel like he had won the grand prize. Wait, what is this situation!?

"Master doesn't need to be surprised. You are the first human to enter this world after the God War ten thousand years ago. The most important thing is that you can withstand the erosion of Gram and my control."

"The weapon that will devour the Lord is the sorrow of the weapon."

"Only those who can bear it can be my Lord."

The two guys sang together, which made Wang Lang's head dizzy, but Wang Lang confirmed one thing: he won the grand prize. Yes, it was indeed a grand prize. Once he came in, his injuries were healed. He only had a battle and got two weird swords. It was not wrong to say that it was a magic weapon. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Who can tell it clearly?

"So, master, if your eyes are blind, do you want your right eye or your left eye?"

Tian Congyun suddenly asked, and Wang Lang suddenly had a bad premonition: "If possible, I hope my right eye is intact..." After all, the right eye feels more like the left eye.

"I understand!"

Suddenly, the whole world was shattered, and Wang Lang's left eye felt a severe sting, and the blood red stained the entire left eye's vision. Wang Lang covered his left eye, gritted his teeth to resist the severe pain, and blood was left from his left eye, which was several times more painful than being stabbed into his body by a burning knife before!

Wang Lang covered his left eye and collapsed on the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I don’t know how long it took, Wang Lang, who fainted on the ground, suddenly got up. The difference was that his left eye had completely disappeared and became an empty state. Then, the originally broken space began to slowly shrink, and then entered the originally empty left eye. A blood-red pupil appeared in the empty left eye, and a broken battlefield appeared in Wang Lang’s left eye.

Tian Congyun completely eliminated Wang Lang's left eye, and then placed the entire ancient battlefield into Wang Lang's left eye!

"Hiss...it hurts so much..."

Covering his left eye, Wang Lang complained.

"Master, what should I do if this pain is unbearable and I am injured when fighting with the enemy in the future?"

Gram raised a targeted question, hey, can this be compared? The pain of fighting injury is prepared! This is different. Can't you remind me before doing this?
Chapter completed!