Yang Zimei took General Mo Xie out of the house, opened the box, and took out Mo Xie.
Moye was in her hand, exuding a coquettish crimson light.
And the moment she held the sword, her whole temperament also changed, like a sword, sharp and cold.
"It's a pity that Zhutian's kid isn't here. Otherwise, I can use Tai Chi Liang Yi Sword Technique with you." Yu Qing sighed and said.
"Zhu Tian has not been able to tame Gan Jiang yet." Thinking of the last time Long Zhu Tian took Gan Jiang, his eyes were immediately stabbed by its red light, Yang Zimei felt lingering fear.
Go-getter Moye is certainly a rare divine sword throughout the ages, but it is also the demon sword with the most evil aura.
If you don't have enough spiritual power, you will only be hurt by it.
"You haven't tamed it either." Yun Qing shook his head.
"I hold it just like an ordinary sword without any difficulty. How can I say I don't have a tame head?"
Yang Zimei casually used Moye to hold a beautiful sword flower. Under the sunlight, the sword flower looked like blooming manjus and sandalwoods, with a strange beauty.
"Gan Jiang Moye is different from ordinary swords. It already has unique aura and thoughts." Yu Qing said.
"Unique aura and thoughts?"
Yang Zimei looked at the sword in front of him in confusion.
A sword, no matter how famous or powerful it is, is just a dead object. How can it have any thoughts?
"Well, if you want to become its true master, you must have a heart-to-heart connection with it." Yuqing nodded.
"Connecting minds? Master, isn't this a little too difficult?"
Yang Zimei flicked the sword lightly with his fingers, "Does it have a heart?"
"Zheng!"
Moye suddenly made a strong vibration sound, which made Yang Zimei's ears buzz and he was startled.
She just flicked it lightly. Logically speaking, it shouldn't make such a strong sound.
Could it be that this was a protest against her?
Yang Zimei stroked it gently with his fingertips in confusion.
Moye's sword trembled slightly, and the sound it made seemed a bit pleasant.
This thing...is really spiritual?
Yang Zimei no longer dared to despise it, but looked at Yuqing and asked, "Master, how can I tame it and make it connect with my mind?"
"No need to tame it anymore."
Yuqing smiled and nodded, "It can be seen from your performance just now that you are born to be its master. If you want to be connected, the only difference is time."
"so?"
Yang Zimei gently touched Mo Xie and said, "Xiao Xie, Xiao Xie, let's be together from now on, okay?"
Moye trembled slightly in response, the crimson color on the sword became more and more brilliant, and Yang Zimei could clearly feel its emotions.
It turns out that swords really do have emotions.
I hope Long Zhutian can also make Gan Jiang his.
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midnight.
City B.
Meng Tianxiao stood on the top of the tallest skyscraper in City B holding his compass, which even to the naked eye could be vaguely seen wrapped in golden auspiciousness.
Look towards the direction of City A.
I saw that in the sky over there, the energy was indeed chaotic, and the surrounding energy was continuously condensing in one direction like a whirlpool, and then disappeared.
His dark eyes darkened.
At this moment, the compass pointer on his hand began to tremble chaotically, as if he had lost his direction.
However, it was only for a moment.
The compass stopped being messy and returned to normal. However, the direction of the pointer was not pointing to the south, but to the direction of City A, as if there was a magnetic field attracting it there.
Meng Tianxiao hurriedly took out the copper coins to perform the hexagram, but it turned out that the Qi was in a mess and the result could not be determined.
The greatest sense of crisis he had ever experienced hit his heart, causing his hand holding the copper coin to tremble slightly.