"I heard that the sword you often use is broken. I, Song Zhuoqun, am also a lover of swords. I have collected a few good swords. Do you need me to lend you one?" Song Zhuoqun smiled slightly, clapped his hands, and there were two other disciples.
Together they brought up a sword. Judging from the weight, it was a heavy sword.
Tietou Zhao looked at the sword with great interest, feeling quite uncomfortable in his heart. Not only did his apprentice look down on the craft of blacksmithing, he also seemed to think less of his master. Anyway, in Tietou Zhao's memory,
Song Zhuoqun had never asked him for a sword.
Song Zhuoqun picked up the heavy sword with one hand, pulled it out with two fingers, took off the scabbard, and a powerful heavy iron sword appeared in front of everyone.
This sword is very strange. It is as long as a sword and shaped like a knife. One side is the back and the other is the blade. The width is narrower than an ordinary knife. The back side is inlaid with nine silver rings, which jingle at the slightest fluctuation.
Xiang. The blade was cold and gleaming, and it was extremely sharp at first glance. If it were to be cut off, an ordinary person would definitely be decapitated.
"This weapon is called the Nine-ring Sword, and it was made by a famous craftsman in Western Xinjiang." Song Zhuoqun said proudly.
"Hahahaha." Tietou Zhao suddenly laughed, leaning forward and backward with tears overflowing.
"Master... why are you laughing?" Song Zhuoqun asked.
Tietou Zhao wiped the tears from his eyes and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just heard someone fart, it was loud and smelly, it was really funny." I think Tietou Zhao's craftsmanship is outstanding, but the one used by his apprentice is not the best.
It was a sword forged by someone else. Just thinking about it makes me feel desolate.
Song Zhuoqun's expression immediately changed. This old man was clearly teasing him. His master was not reliable at all, and he even turned his elbows outward to face outsiders.
He coughed in embarrassment and turned to ask Ruyi: "Do you need me to lend you a weapon? If you can handle it, I can lend you the Nine-ring Sword."
Ruyi pointed to the long wrapped thing behind her and said, "No need, I'll just use it."
She took off the thing and slowly opened the wrapping cloth with her delicate hands, revealing the long silvery wind.
Song Zhuoqun was shocked and thought to himself that it was such a good sword. If we were to compare it in terms of swords alone, perhaps his nine-ring sword couldn't be compared to the girl's long sword, but if you want to win, you can't rely on just one weapon.
She might not be able to defeat him even if she holds the Green Mango Divine Sword.
The rain didn't stop, so the two of them got into position and stood at opposite ends of the square, stopping to look at each other.
They had been standing for a long time, but no one made a move first. There was silence. The disciples watching the battle did not dare to breathe a word. There was only the gentle sound of drizzle between heaven and earth.
Ruyi closed her eyes, she held Changfeng tightly, and gradually she could no longer feel the sword in her hand. The sword seemed to have become one with her arm.
This feeling was good. She summarized her past experience and found that there was always more defense than attack in her routines. She missed countless opportunities to preemptively strike.
But this time, she was not ready to wait any longer.
He opened his eyes and pointed his long sword. In an instant, his figure flashed like a strong wind. The wind picked up a shower of raindrops and rushed towards Song Zhuoqun.
Song Zhuoqun really didn't expect that Ruyi would hit him as soon as he said so. Seeing that the sword was approaching, he quickly took a few steps back, shouted "Hey", and faced the nine-ring sword.
The weapons collided, and fireworks flew everywhere. After the fight, the two people were not eager to fight, but separated the two sides again, returning to the previous stalemate. "I heard that the sword you often used was broken, and I, Song Zhuoqun, also broke.
I am a sword lover. I have collected some good swords. Do you need me to lend you one?" Song Zhuoqun smiled slightly, clapped his hands, and two other disciples worked together to bring up a sword. Judging from the weight,
, is a heavy sword.
Tietou Zhao looked at the sword with great interest, feeling quite uncomfortable in his heart. Not only did his apprentice look down on the craft of blacksmithing, he also seemed to think less of his master. Anyway, in Tietou Zhao's memory,
Song Zhuoqun had never asked him for a sword.
Song Zhuoqun picked up the heavy sword with one hand, pulled it out with two fingers, took off the scabbard, and a powerful heavy iron sword appeared in front of everyone.
This sword is very strange. It is as long as a sword and shaped like a knife. One side is the back and the other is the blade. The width is narrower than an ordinary knife. The back side is inlaid with nine silver rings, which jingle at the slightest fluctuation.
Xiang. The blade was cold and gleaming, and it was extremely sharp at first glance. If it were to be cut off, an ordinary person would definitely be decapitated.
"This weapon is called the Nine-ring Sword, and it was made by a famous craftsman in Western Xinjiang." Song Zhuoqun said proudly.
"Hahahaha." Tietou Zhao suddenly laughed, leaning forward and backward with tears overflowing.
"Master... why are you laughing?" Song Zhuoqun asked.
Tietou Zhao wiped the tears from his eyes and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just heard someone fart, it was loud and smelly, it was really funny." I think Tietou Zhao's craftsmanship is outstanding, but the one used by his apprentice is not the best.
It was a sword forged by someone else. Just thinking about it makes me feel desolate.
Song Zhuoqun's expression immediately changed. This old man was clearly teasing him. His master was not reliable at all, and he even turned his elbows outward to face outsiders.
He coughed in embarrassment and turned to ask Ruyi: "Do you need me to lend you a weapon? If you can handle it, I can lend you the Nine-ring Sword."
Ruyi pointed to the long wrapped thing behind her and said, "No need, I'll just use it."
She took off the thing and slowly opened the wrapping cloth with her delicate hands, revealing the long silvery wind.
Song Zhuoqun was shocked and thought to himself that it was such a good sword. If we were to compare it in terms of swords alone, perhaps his nine-ring sword couldn't be compared to the girl's long sword, but if you want to win, you can't rely on just one weapon.
She might not be able to defeat him even if she holds the Green Mango Divine Sword.
The rain didn't stop, so the two of them got into position and stood at opposite ends of the square, stopping to look at each other.
They had been standing for a long time, but no one made a move first. There was silence. The disciples watching the battle did not dare to breathe a word. There was only the gentle sound of drizzle between heaven and earth.
Ruyi closed her eyes, she held Changfeng tightly, and gradually she could no longer feel the sword in her hand. The sword seemed to have become one with her arm.
This feeling was good. She summarized her past experience and found that there was always more defense than attack in her routines. She missed countless opportunities to preemptively strike.
But this time, she was not ready to wait any longer.
He opened his eyes and pointed his long sword. In an instant, his figure flashed like a strong wind. The wind picked up a shower of raindrops and rushed towards Song Zhuoqun.
Song Zhuoqun really didn't expect that Ruyi would hit him as soon as he said so. Seeing that the sword was approaching, he quickly took a few steps back, shouted "Hey", and faced the nine-ring sword.
The weapons collided, and fireworks flew everywhere. After the fight, the two were not eager to fight, but separated the two sides again, returning to the previous stalemate.