Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 311: Refining sword spirit

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Chapter 311 Refining the Sword Spirit

"Sword?" The old man was taken aback, shook his head, and said: "I don't know."

The sword spirit laughed and said loudly, "It's the Scarlet Eye Sword!"

His voice was very loud, as if he was deliberately trying to let others hear it, and everyone around him stopped what he was doing, then turned his head and looked at him blankly.

The old man was taken aback, and quickly covered Jian Ling's mouth, and said: "Young man, this can't be said, let's say it, it will be beaten!"

Being beaten?

"Why?" The sword spirit was unknown, so: "The Scarlet Eye Sword killed Xiang Yu. It should be regarded as a divine sword for people to sing praises every day. Why can't it be said?"

"Excalibur?"

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly a roar of laughter broke out around.

I saw a young man in his twenties saying: "The Scarlet Eye Sword is an evil thing. You said it is an Excalibur? It's really ridiculous! Boy, are you afraid you are not a local?"

Evil thing?

Hearing these two words, Sword Spirit finally couldn't bear it anymore, slapped the table "bang", stood up, and said, "What evil thing? You rotten man! The Scarlet Eyed Sword killed Xiang Yu. Why did you kill a thief for the Han Dynasty?"

"He killed Xiang Yu, but he also killed Young Master Qin!" Another person sneered.

The son of Qin, the first swordsman in the Qin Dynasty, was also the last master of the Chitong Sword.

Swordsmanship with a red eye made the world amazing, but such a master finally died under his own sword, making countless people sigh.

Sword Ling's face paled slightly, and he said: "The King Qin is cruel, the son Qin Zhuzhou is tortured, and the Scarlet Eye Sword has to kill him! He is for the Li people!"

"Hahahaha!"

When they heard this, everyone laughed more happily.

Everyone looked at this young man, and their eyes showed the color of watching the play, as if the sword spirit had been regarded as alien by them.

The whole teahouse is full of happy atmosphere.

"You said the sword is for the people of the world? It's ridiculous!"

"What can a sword know? No matter how powerful it is, it's just a pile of broken copper and iron!"

Everyone sneered.

"This Scarlet Sword is an evil thing. Whoever touches it will die. The son Qin will die if it touches it, and Xiang Yu will die if it touches it!"

"Yes, fortunately, General Han threw this sword, otherwise it will fall into our Han Dynasty. I really don’t know what will happen."

"This evil thing, let's just destroy it!"

"That's it."

……

Sounds came from all around, and Jian Ling's face turned pale, and the whole body trembled. Those faces, all the people he had protected, cursed him at this moment.

Evil thing!

The store came over, looked at the sword spirit, and said coldly: "Young man, if you say such bad things in my store again, I will let you leave!"

Hearing this, the sword spirit shook his whole body, yelled "Ah", and ran away from the shop like a demon.

Everyone was stunned for a while, looking at the sword spirit that was going away, they all shook their heads, and their eyes showed contempt.

"Crazy!"

……

The sword spirit went mad, and continued to open his legs and ran away. Everything in the past seemed to have become fragmented with the words of the talent.

A kind of anger and grief filled the heart of the sword spirit.

He didn't know how long he ran, maybe he was tired, and leaned against a tree to rest.

It's just that anger, it's still hard to calm down.

But he knew that the Han Dynasty could not go back, and no one would miss him anymore.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sword spirit returned to the Wuhe River, looking at the vast mist of the river, for the first time there was a lonely look in his heart.

The blood stains from Xiang Yu's self-caught had been washed away by the river water, and there was no trace of it.

I don't know how many years have passed, suddenly a middle-aged man walked up from a distance. He glanced at the sword stuck on the ground, picked up his hands, and uttered two words:

"Good sword!"

The blade hummed, as if responding to his voice.

Amidst the humming, there is no longer the joy of the past, and it becomes extremely melancholy.

The man froze for a moment, and smiled: "I am the Sword Saint of Beimang, and I want to cross Jiangdong to find relatives. Since you and I are destined, from now on, you will follow me."

Said the Sword Saint Beiman, thrusting the sword around his waist.

Gradually disappeared into the distance.

……

……

The memory ends here, abruptly.

Sword Spirit finally understood that he was not Han Xin, nor Xiang Yu, he was just a spirit body in a sword.

Yang Chen sighed, and silently retracted his finger, looking at the sword spirit in front of him, his eyes could not help showing sympathy.

This memory finally made the sword spirit completely free, and the last trace of obsession in his heart was quiet.

"Thank you, Master, for letting me put down my obsession." Two lines of tears flowed down Jian Ling's eyes.

A deep bow to Yang Chen.

At this moment, he finally cried.

"Don't you want to take revenge?" Yang Chen asked: "Han Xin abandoned you, the Han Dynasty abandoned you, you don't intend to seek justice for yourself?"

"No." Jian Ling shook his head and said, "For these years, I have been calling myself Han Xin and treating myself as a general. But after being a general for a long time, I have gradually understood Han Xin’s difficulties. He is I was forced to abandon it."

Sword Spirit sighed and said: "Now, there is no need for Sword Spirit in this world..."

Sword Spirit said, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

The stunnedness in his eyes gradually became confused, until in the end, the sword spirit finally completely dissipated in the world, leaving only one spirit body without thought.

Yang Chen was silent for a while, walked forward, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it on the head of the spirit body.

The spirit body was directly sucked into the palm by Yang Chen.

A turbulent energy also rushed out from Yang Chen's palm, and gradually swept across his limbs. This energy was extremely pure, and even entrained a sharp taste, and Yang Chen's flesh and blood felt a bit stinging wherever he went.

He took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged, refining this energy in silence.

This energy, after all, is the power of a sword that has existed for tens of thousands of years. How easy is it to refine it?

Time also passed by one minute and one second.

Mu Lingyun walked back and forth in the cave, looking at Yang Chen who was sitting still like an old monk, her eyes could not help showing impatience and dissatisfaction.

Three hours have passed, but Yang Chen still shows no signs of awakening.

But his breath is constantly strengthening.

Mu Lingyun suddenly felt that she was at a loss. If you know that she will not bring this guy, otherwise this sword spirit will be in her bag.

Thinking of this, Mu Lingyun sighed and looked at Yang Chen's gaze with resentment.