But at this moment, a figure that towered over the sky and the earth suddenly appeared, holding up the giant knife in his hand, and slashed at the giant dragon.
The giant dragon was directly cut in two, screaming loudly, and blood sprayed from the air like a waterfall.
In the blink of an eye, the earth was submerged and turned into a sea of blood.
And the figure, holding the giant sword high, looked up to the sky and laughed.
With a swish, Chen Fengfeng exited this fantasy.
His face was pale, he was sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and took two steps back.
Then Chen Feng looked at the giant knife in front of him and exclaimed: "This, this knife?"
"Yes, this knife is the one you saw just now."
Minglan chuckled softly and said: "It seems that you are really destined to this sword. Most people will not be able to enter that illusion when they see this sword."
"I didn't expect that you would actually enter!"
In the illusion, the giant sword used to kill the dragon was almost exactly the same as the giant sword in front of him.
But Chen Feng felt that the giant sword seemed to be shorter!
Minglan looked at Chen Feng and said softly: "Chen Feng, you have to remember the illusion just now."
"That illusion is actually a kind of inheritance."
Chen Feng nodded slightly and kept it in mind.
Minglan looked at Chen Feng, smiled and said: "Chen Fengfeng, do you know which one is the top ten artifacts of our Ziyang Ziyang Sword Field?"
Chen Feng said: "Could it be this giant knife in front of me?"
"That's right, it's the giant knife in front of you."
Minglan said softly: "Actually, there is only one divine weapon in the entire Ziyang Sword Field, which is this giant sword."
"The Grandmaster used this giant sword to create the thousands-year-old foundation of Ziyang Sword Field, and passed this giant sword to our Grandmaster of Broken Edge Peak, who is also the senior brother of their generation!"
"This move made the leaders of other major peaks very dissatisfied."
"Later, in order to resist the powerful enemy, our founder of Broken Edge Peak fought desperately, so the sacred weapon was directly cut off by the powerful enemy using his supreme magic power during the fierce battle. Only this half of the broken sword was left!"
Chen Feng suddenly realized: "No wonder this knife seems to be shorter!"
Minglan continued: "The broken blade head was later taken away by the ancestors of the other nine main peaks, and then used to forge nine weapons."
"These nine weapons, plus our half dagger, form the top ten artifacts of Ziyang Sword Field!"
"Haha," she said with a look of contempt on her face: "Those chickens and dogs, are they worthy of standing alongside the giant sword?"
"Even after the giant sword is broken, it can still hold them steady!"
Chen Feng was extremely shocked after hearing this. You must know that the Blue Water Purple Spirit Sword is a fifth-grade spiritual weapon.
If the giant sword after breaking can surpass the Purple Water Purple Spirit Sword, it must be at least a sixth-grade spiritual weapon!
How powerful would the giant sword be in its intact state!
Minglan said softly: "It's because I, Broken Blade Peak, have always had this giant sword, so the other major peaks actually hate and fear us!"
Chen Feng gently stroked the blade and asked with some obsession: "What is the name of this knife?"
Ming Lan spoke every word with a solemn expression: "It is said that this sword once killed a giant dragon after it was cast!"
"It is, the dragon-slaying knife!"
"Dragon-slaying knife!"
When he heard these three words, Chen Feng couldn't help but tremble all over, as if there was blood burning in his heart.
It was an indescribable emotion, and it seemed that the name alone was enough to make Chen Feng feel extremely shocked and excited.
Minglan looked at him and said softly: "The dragon-slaying knife is made of ancient nine-turn black iron and weighs nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand kilograms!"
"Today, when I pass the Dragon Slaying Sword to you, I hand over the entire Broken Blade Peak to you. You must retrieve the other nine artifacts and restore the Dragon Slaying Sword!"
"Now this half of the dragon-slaying knife is enough to reach the level of a seventh-grade spiritual weapon."
"And if the Dragon-Slaying Sword is restored, it can even transcend the category of a spiritual weapon and reach the next level!"
"You use this as a weapon to shine on my Broken Blade Peak again, and even shine on the Ziyang Sword Field again!"
Chen Feng nodded heavily, his expression solemn.
He said softly: "Sir, don't worry, I will definitely retrieve the other nine artifacts and recast the dragon-slaying knife!"
Minglan struggled to move towards him, and Chen Feng quickly walked over, came to her side, and sat down gently.
Ming Lan stretched out her right hand tremblingly, touched Chen Feng's cheek, and said softly:
"Chen Feng, Chen Feng, do you know how reluctant I am to let you go?"
"I'm not nostalgic for this world, I just can't let you go."
She looked a little self-deprecating: "There is such a big age difference between us. You are just an 18-year-old boy, but for some reason, from the first day I met you, I had some strange feelings for you."
"I can't say I'm in love, I'm just concerned, as if the two of us were born to be relatives."
Chen Feng grabbed her hand and covered his face with both hands, tears streaming down his face. At first, he just sobbed lightly.
Later, he hugged Minglan and cried loudly.
Chen Feng could feel the kind of family affection, like a big sister who loved him.
Minglan smiled and said, "I don't know if I have fallen in love with you, but from today on, none of this matters."
She suddenly raised her little face, looked at Chen Feng, and said softly: "Chen Feng, can you hug me?"
There was a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Chen Feng nodded desperately, stretched out his hand, and took Minglan into his arms.
Minglan hugged his waist, put her face against his chest, twisted twice in his arms, and found a comfortable position.
Putting my ear against his chest and hearing his pounding heartbeat, I felt extremely relieved.
Minglan sighed comfortably and smiled softly: "With this hug, my life has not been in vain."
There was a hint of shyness in her expression, and she giggled, showing a bit of girlish charm: "If I had known that it was so comfortable in your arms, I would have let you hold me..."
The sound stopped suddenly.
Chen Feng suddenly paused. After a moment, he picked up Minglan's body, looked up to the sky and let out a long and mournful scream!
