Otherworldly Evil Monarch Chapter 12: The real magic soldier (2)

Chapter 12: The True God Soldiers (2)

Jun Moxie snickered in secret, thinking about his heart. With his own medical skills and medicinal materials, he could help to restore the ability to have children and children. But it ’s perfectly possible ... but, how to say ?

Besides, today this old man treats himself as a man, and he actually puts on such a big hat for this young master without asking, without revenge, it seems that he can't be justified. He is a puppet. The revenge on military force is definitely Can't justify it, as for the others ... um ... just wait until Eastern Aristocratic Family to talk about it ... this matter can't be anxious.

Looking away, Jun Moxie returned to his tent in a hurry. His wrist turned over, and a sharp sword appeared in his hand. This sword was two feet four, which was more than the traditional three feet blue peak. It is six points shorter, the sword width is less than three points, the thickness is moderate, and the stalk is not decorated in the slightest. As far as the external shape of the sword is concerned, it is ancient and simple and plain.

But it's sharp!

As soon as this sword was taken out, the temperature in the entire tent seemed to drop suddenly, and it was chilly! Even at noon in this bright sun, the tent suddenly had a feeling of dusk and sunset!

The sword body to the tip of the sword seems to be suffocating the cold and cold flames. It doesn't have any radiance. It just stays quietly in the hands of Jun Moxie, but it naturally has a kind of shock. The king's temperament in all soldiers! If you make people consciously or unconsciously, you will feel that the sword body seems to be shining in the deep!

Jun Moxie flicked his sword with his fingers, almost at the same time, an unusually clear scream roused out, thinking that a bloodthirsty poisonous dragon who had been sleeping for thousands of years suddenly awakened from his dream, and became hungry. tweet!

Jianming rushes into the air!

Within a few dozen square feet, everyone felt a throbbing heart, and countless horses hissed in panic at the same time! As if there are ancient eternal demons suddenly coming among them, the terror is inexplicable ...

Jun Moxie took off a long knife hanging on the wall of the tent, the sword body flatly extended, stood up, blade edge turned to the sky, and then gently lowered the knife from above.

嚓 ...

A soft noise, the moment the long-bright knife touched blade edge, it split into two halves naturally like tofu, and fell to the ground ...

The sound is as if it was inserted into the wood with a sharp knife, so small that it is almost completely inaudible. However, a long-handled sword is broken into two pieces by already!

Jun Moxie breathed a sigh of relief, stroking the ridge of the sword, and whispered softly: "Compared to you, what are those so-called soldiers who cut iron like mud and short hair? What is it you King of soldiers! King of swords! "

The sword is silent, silent.

"Three hundred and thirty-three long knives, three hundred and thirty-three sharp swords, three hundred and thirty-three long halberds, and a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine weapons, have created your sword! How much blood do you ... need to feed you? "Jun Moxie spoke softly and slowly as if he was talking to a living person.

He knows, this sword, it understands! Really understand!

Sword has spirit, artifact has soul!

The long sword trembled slightly, but it didn't seem to move, but a strange halo extended from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and swam back again, stopping at the blade's spine, still. Like a bloodthirsty snake soul, swimming back and forth on the sword ...

Jun Moxie carefully stroked blade edge on his arm, and a ray of blood flowed out onto the sword. The sword reversed, and this ray of blood was smeared over the entire sword body, and then followed. The sword's tip remains, the sword's body is like autumn water, spotless and clean.

Jun Moxie is very slow, serious, and devout! I even miss it ...

I am my blood, I am my weapon; I am my soul, I respect my soldiers! This is the ancient swordsman tradition of the Chinese nation, an ancient ceremony! Since there are swordsmen in the world, this ceremony already has lasted for thousands of years. After the rise of hot weapons and the decline of cold weapons, already is on the verge of being lost!

But in this strange world, at this moment, Jun Moxie performed this unusually ancient ritual to himself and his sword with his supreme piety! In this way, he wanted to express his love for the sword, and also reminded himself in this way!

Wherever you are! I ’m still Yanhuang bloodline, Chinese descendants!

Even between heaven and earth, it's just me!