Martial King’s Retired Life

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Blood dripped on the sword, but it did not slip off the ground. It was as if several blood snakes were swimming along the dragon's pattern of the sword's body, but did not slide down to it. Stop at the dragon pattern and dye about two-fifths of the dragon pattern into blood. It seems to be embedded in the sword, and becomes a part of the blood dragon pattern.

After the sword was quenched with blood, a faint light of blood mist enveloped the sword body. With the dragon's leading edge blade-lining, it seems that the subtle trembling of the sword body caused by the sea of ​​blood pulsating, forms a faint, but everyone can hear the sharp tweet. Crying like crying, seems to be craving for something.

The body instinctively gave the answer. The warriors felt their hearts beating, and the blood rushed back, as if to smash their heads.

This sword wants blood.

It is the blood of a warrior.

"An ominous sword." Master Sleeping Flower has always been calm, but at the moment can not help but frown.

"Master misunderstood."

Luo Ming's tone is relaxed, as if friends are telling the old.

Unconscious of the fallacy, he was just as authentic as he was.

"This sword is by no means an evil and ominous thing. Its name is the Japanese Emperor Yuan Long Tu, but it was Luo's painstaking work. It will be the world's sword master. When he speaks, he is still obsessed with the sword. Blood. It seems that nothing in this world is worth his time.

Luo Yan saw something wrong with his brother. Even if his behavior has gone astray, forgetting the ancestral religious teachings, it is impossible to change a person, even if it is true, according to the truth, it has never been such a person.

"What's going on, he's not evil? '

Shen Yiren also realized that this must not be related to that sword. -Eyes looked around the venue, and saw the shadow of a man from the forging room where the door was cut open, shouting loudly.

"The poisonous king of southern Xinjiang is the man's husband who wants to hide his head. Get out of the girl!"

Seeing Jiancheng seeing the drug king, he was about to observe the truth and reality of the legendary sword from the wall. He didn't panic, he smiled.

Shen Yiren originally only wanted him to speak. Since the purpose was achieved, he did not argue with him: "What is going on with Luo Ming and this sword?

"Hehehe, this sword is his Luojian villa collecting the world's strange gold, it took several years to empty the Luo family's bottom. But also at the expense of the northern Xinjiang, using the ghostly one-the team finally made the excalibur-the emperor-the emperor Yuan Long Tu.

The heart of this sword is the real dragon, but it has long been infected with the evil spirit. It was placed in the highest place of Jianyi in the world and cultivated for twenty years. It is the coldest to the yin and the most violent. He made the sword with this object as his heart, and the filth on the sword heart was naturally transferred to the sword.

He still remembers using the blood to quench the front, and did not chop you into pieces immediately, it can be regarded as his deep cultivation. If I change someone else, I am afraid that now I can't stop the desire to kill, and the blood will flow into the river.

Shen Yiren did not expect that he would give such a detailed explanation, sneer.

"You talk so much, aren't you afraid of making a mouthful crow and killing the master?

The drug king sneered: "Luo Ming has never been an obsolete master. Look at him now, can you still hear the words of obsolescence? How can you not be J? As for you, it is not much worse than the dead. Learn some secrets Anyway.

Sure enough, he looked dumbly at the dragon sword condensed by the blood mist, and the words of the poison king seemed to him-he didn't hear them.

But words such as blood, death, and quenching had already entered his ears.

Luo Ming seems to be returning from Jian Yan's magnificent magnificence.

"Quanfeng.- Quenched with blood-there are still three people left."

He slowly swept across the crowd. Those who were stared at by those dull eyes had a sudden burst of heart. The prey-like fear that seemed to be stared at by the lion suddenly rose from the body.

Eventually his eyes stopped on Luo Yan. Luo Yan looked at him unwillingly, but it was difficult to stop the heart from beating.

Luoming reveals a gloomy smile cx-

"Good second ... I don't know your martial arts, how many points are left?"

Inferring from his words, Luo Erye, who also roughly understood what was going on, said angrily, "Even if there is one point left, you must punish the beast by law!"

Luo Ming's expression was slightly disappointed, but he returned to normal immediately.

"Try it, but ..."

Scarlet fright passed by, Luo Ming slowly pulled back the big sword. Watching. The blood on it still murmured in his mouth.

"Am I right?

Luo Siming's voice suddenly sounded through the ring: "Second Uncle! _!"

Suddenly, Luo Yan's chest burst into a big **** rain. No one saw how the sword happened just now. Luo Yan had slowly collapsed.

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