The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 4639: Sword Spirit 7

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So, in front of Su Luo, it was a broken sword without a hilt.

The sword spirits all use one kind. Look at it and say it is a broken sword. Such eyes look at Su Luo.

But Su Luo ——

There was a burst of ecstasy in her eyes.

Because no one had noticed this sword before, they did n’t try to pull the sword, so they did n’t crush the hilt, so they did n’t know that it was the sword that appeared before Su Luo as the hilt shattered The redness of the naked eye.

This red color makes Su Luo see the flaw!

So, Su Luo held the sword tail in his hand and began to draw the sword.

The sword spirits frowned, and the most powerful burly man said: "Do n’t put any effort on it, this sword was many years ago, and suddenly one day it fell from the sky and plunged straight into the soil slope. "

Su Luo looked up at him.

At this time, other sword spirits also persuaded.

"No one can pull this sword out."

"And, near this sword, it will be unlucky, and fights will always lose."

"In short, this is not a good sword, choose me."

"Choose me, choose me!"

So, now in a mess again.

Su Luotou is big.

She did experiment before and wanted to pull out the sword, but she could n’t pull it out.

Does n’t this really belong to her when she pulled the sword?

Su Luo thought, since her blood can make so many sword spirits rush, there must be something unique. I do n’t know if I can wake up the sword spirit in this broken sword.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Su Luo bit her finger, and a drop of bright red blood rolled down and fell on the broken sword.

"Guru —"

This is the sound of sword spirits swallowing neatly.

They scrambled to go with Su Luo because of the blood on her body, and now seeing her blood rolling down and smelling the tantalizing smell, she couldn't help it.

A drop of blood slowly rolled down the broken sword, and soon disappeared.

But Su Luo's eyes were filled with joy.

There are doors!

So, Su Luo squeezed three more drops of blood and rolled down the broken sword.

"Guru-Guru-" The spirits of the sword spirits swallowed together!

All their jealous eyes are about to bulge out!

Why waste such precious blood on broken copper and iron! They also want to drink it!

Su Luo did not notice the grievances of the sword spirits. All her attention was on this broken sword, because she vaguely felt that there was a simple and distant soul in this broken sword.

With the three drops of blood rolling down, the rusty sword body, where the blood flows, the rust iron was washed away, revealing a little sword body.

Originally Su Luo thought that with her blood washing, this sword would shine brightly.

But the fact disappointed her.

Even with three drops of blood, this broken sword is still a broken sword, and the rusty sword body has not changed a bit.

"Just say, this is a broken sword, nobody wants a broken sword."

"Why do you have to waste the three drops of blood and give me a good drink."

"Abandon it now and come back to find me too late, I will still consider it."

Sword spirits said proudly.

But Su Luo seems not to hear them at all, she is still immersed in the world of broken swords, and it is difficult to extricate herself for a long time.

Others do n’t know, but Su Luo knows better than anyone. Just as three drops of blood rolled down, she seemed to hear a subtle sigh.

The sound seems to be absent, not in her ears, but in the depths of her soul.