Dragon Tamer Chapter 124: Sword Spirit Dragon

Indeed, in this situation, if any Sword Sect disciple comes, they will be frightened. After all, some long swords are bleeding inexplicably, and the evil red is dripping!

Zhu Minglang didn't run away immediately, he let the sword shadow fly by his side.

Close your eyes and use your own guru to sense the real "ghosts and charms" in this abandoned sword forest. Zhu Minglang wants to know why they are so restless, is it really because Xue Zang abandoned them here and no one cares? And there was torrential resentment!

Every abandoned sword here has been with me. Zhu Minglang still recognizes the engravings on some of these swords. If they really turn into swords of resentment, Zhu Minglang believes that he can comfort them. ...

"Kengkengkengkengkeng!!!"

Finally, these abandoned swords in the forest moved. They were pulled out of the soil. The swords and swords intertwined in mid-air. Thousands of abandoned swords seemed to be held by thousands of swordsmen. , And a hearty duel here.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!!!"

The sword touched countless sparks, and the blades flickered frequently. Zhu Minglang felt that he was in an ancient battlefield of sword repair, and he couldn't see those people. Only their swords were playing the ancient battlefield over and over again. , Reproduce.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

There was a thunderstorm in the clear sky, and the sky opened from the abandoned sword forest. The dazzling paleness made Zhu Minglang have to cover his eyes.

The electric light does not illuminate everything in the dim abandoned sword forest, it is more like swallowing everything up with strong light.

When a normal person encounters such a weird scene, he is afraid that he has passed out, and how can he continue to stay awake.

May Minglang still not leave.

He believes that if these swords have a soul, they will never hurt himself.

He slowly opened his eyes, and then looked at the abandoned sword forest that had been around for an unknown number of years, and the dimly dim forest was suddenly empty, and the abandoned swords all over the place disappeared at some point!

In the pine and bamboo forest, I can't see a sword again, they seem to have escaped into another void, and then disappear in front of me strangely.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Lightning pierced the dim night and lit up the spooky abandoned sword forest. Suddenly, a breath of fear came to Zhu Minglang's eyes, and the shadow of a spooky sword stood in front of him like a mountain. !

This sword is rusty red and bloody, as if it has been soaked in an abyss of blood for many years, the sword body is engraved with this kind of blood!

What made Zhu Minglang truly shocked was not the emergence of such a sword peak without warning, but the evil sword that gave Zhu Minglang a feeling of staring at him! !

This evil sword is not like a majestic device, but more like a living thing, so close to it, you can even feel its anger! !

"The weapon demon?"

Zhu Minglang couldn't believe his eyes.

I once heard from Mr. Dementia that there are monsters in this world.

The so-called artifact monsters are artifacts with powerful mana that absorb the essence of the heavens, the sun, and the moon, transform into monsters, cultivate into demons, and even ascend to holy.

It's not appropriate to describe the evil sword in front of me as a demon.

There are too many swords in this abandoned sword forest that have a life span of thousands of years. Moreover, this evil sword is obviously the soul gathering of all abandoned swords in the entire abandoned sword forest.

It's a monster!

It may even be a sage!

Is the holy spirit of Wannian cultivation base! !

"No, no, the breath on its body is not a monster..." Zhu Minglang shook his head again.

This evil sword is very weird in anger. If you have to use a creature to describe it, Zhu Minglang thinks...

At this moment, the evil sword floated, and its body, standing like a mountain, was slowly shrinking. The closer it got to Zhu Minglang, the more the evil sword showed its body.

Finally, the evil sword appeared in front of Zhu Minglang.

The figure is exactly the same as the sword, but for some reason, Zhu Minglang feels that the one standing in front of him is clearly a living thing!

Its breath...

Dragon! !

Its breath is clearly dragon! !

Zhu Minglang made a violent wave in his heart.

This sword, first had a demon repair, became a sword spirit...

Then the sword spirit stepped past the dragon gate! !

Sword Spirit Dragon! !

Everything in the world can transform into a dragon...

Qi Ling is already extremely rare, and Qi Ling transforms into dragons, even more so.

"Shoo~~"

The evil spirit sword and spirit dragon approached Zhu Minglang, and floated slowly around Zhu Minglang, as if he was carefully recognizing it.

As if feeling the familiar breath of Zhu Minglang, this rare sword and spirit dragon approached Zhu Minglang cautiously like a child.

Suddenly, the sword spirit dragon quickly swept across Zhu Minglang's palm, cutting Zhu Minglang's palm into a blood-red wound.

The wound oozes bright red blood, and the blood drips down quickly, and the sword spirit dragon immediately raised the tip of the sword like a tongue, and sucked the blood of Zhu Minglang into the red sword little by little. In the body...

With only a few drops of blood, the rust on this sword spirit was blown away like dust by the wind. The thick rust is a layer of shackles for this sword spirit, when its sword body is completely bright Yin Hong, at the moment when its blade was exposed, the sword spirit completely recovered!

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~"

Another flash of lightning pierced the air, lighting up the positive piece of abandoned sword forest again.

There is no abandoned sword in the forest. Only this sword spirit trembles with blood drinking. Behind it is a wider mountain forest, but its shadow is reflected. This shadow opens its sword wings and unfolds The sword body is as majestic as a mountain peak and shocking! !

It turns out that what I saw just now was the shadow of its sword soul.

It has its own soul!

It's a dragon!

The sword spirit condensed from the will of thousands of abandoned swords, and then cultivated by the sword spirit to become the sword dragon!

"Is it my blood that made you a sword spirit?" Zhu Minglang still couldn't calm down from this shock.

It drank its own blood just now and then melted away the rust on its body.

It is telling itself that it recognizes itself and where it came from.

"The sword shadow flying shuttle, is the sword mark that I once slashed down the sky?"

"The intertwined battlefield, is the sound of my sword practiced day and night?"

"You waited for me here, but turned into a dragon?"

Zhu Minglang looked at this red sword, recalling the scenes he had seen before, and his eyes suddenly became wet.

The so-called abandoned sword forest haunted legend has lasted for some years in the sword sect.

But these are the real sword spirits in this abandoned sword forest sending a message to the outside world, waiting for their return at every hour of the day and night.

"I am no longer a swordsman."

"You are no longer a sword spirit."

Zhu Minglang wiped the tears that were about to well in his eyes.

For good luck, if Zhu Minglang returns as a swordsman, the sword spirit dragon will no longer be the sword held by Zhu Minglang, because it has transformed into a dragon.

But Zhu Minglang lacks the power of the gods and can no longer wield the true sword intent. He has become the dragon shepherd...

A little bit of soul fetters, in Zhu Minglang's mind, like drop after drop of rain falling into the lake, from the initial ripples to the rainy outline of the lake, Zhu Minglang can even feel some of the mood of the sword spirit dragon!

The blood just now.

Let yourself have a soul bond with it.

When he recognized himself, it was as close to crying as he was.

Because I am a Dragon Shepherd.

It is a sword spirit dragon.

Almost missed.

But I will never miss it again!

Zhu Minglang stretched out his hand slowly. He thought he would never touch a sword again in his life, but he would never think of holding a sword in this way.

The arms are trembling, the fingers are trembling, the palms and the backs of the hands are the same, but Zhu Minglang still holds this sword spirit that crosses his fate and meets again!

For an instant, Zhu Minglang opened his fourth spiritual covenant. With the fetters of the blood before, even if the sword spirit dragon's cultivation was higher than Zhu Minglang's realm of dragon shepherd, he still slowly established his soul. Implicated, slowly coexisting heart, god, and soul!

The sword spirit dragon has a tail.

Like a long sword floss, as Zhu Minglang's soul communicates with it, the tail of the sword spirit dragon grows along Zhu Minglang's arm like a vine.

The growth is still going on. Zhu Minglang looked down, and found that his arm had some inscription after another. The luminous inscription densely covered his entire arm, as if some kind of The ancient power is imprinted in his own blood...

Zhu Minglang suddenly felt his blood surging, boiling, and gradually burning like a flame.

It is as if he is in a furnace, and the furnace is gushing out infinite power, making him feel that as long as he swings the sword in his hand, he can cut through the world!

"Zizzizi~~~~~~~"

The inscription patterns are getting brighter and brighter, they are almost quenched metal. Just when those sword spirit inscription patterns are about to climb up on Zhu Minglang's arm and chest, the sword spirit dragon seems to have noticed something and hurriedly swings the sword body. Pulled his body away from Zhu Minglang's arm!

With this withdrawal, the inscription on Zhu Minglang's arm disappeared immediately, and Zhu Minglang, who was radiating heat all over his body, seemed to walk out of the stove, sweating profusely, and his skin flushed.

"For the time being, only this arm can withstand the power of the thousand inscription sword soul."

"It seems that even if you become a sword spirit because of my blood, we still need more running-in."

Zhu Minglang took a few breaths and said to Jian Linglong.

The red and tall sword body of the sword spirit dragon hovered beside Zhu Minglang, and the tail of the sword fluttered lightly.

The running-in is just a matter of time. It is already very happy to be able to turn itself into a sword spirit.

Moreover, by signing a spirit contract with Zhu Minglang, it can leave the abandoned sword forest and see its edge again.

It is the spirit of the incarnation of all abandoned swords. If the sword has a soul, it must be unwilling to rust in this forest, be eroded by the years, and decay little by little.

"Shoo~~"

"Shoo~~~~"

The sword spirit dragon flies constantly around Zhu Minglang, even without wings, it looks like a small flying dragon with a slender metal body.

It's just that its speed is too fast, in the eyes of others, it is probably no different from teleport~IndoMTL.com~ I remember, the sword that stayed with me for the longest time was named Moxie. "

"Sword Spirit Dragon... just call you Moxie."

The sword spirit dragon stopped and hung in front of Zhu Minglang. Its red shiny sword mirrored Zhu Minglang's face.

"Shoo!"

It disappeared instantly.

Flew into the spiritual realm of Zhu Minglang.

Sword Spirit Dragon should like this name.

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