When he asked Feng Zhou to taste the sword, he opened the sword box himself, took out the sword and asked him to take a look. Feng Zhou asked Xue Yi to taste the sword, and directly held the golden snake sword in his hands and sent it directly to Xue Yi.
He doesn't care at all if the opponent holds the sword and doesn't return it.
This kind of broad-mindedness, this kind of magnanimity, this kind of aboveboardness really made Xue Yi heartbroken.
Xue Yiren took the Golden Snake Sword with both hands and looked at it carefully. He saw that the shape of the sword was very strange. The whole sword was like a coiled snake. The snake's tail was hooked into the hilt, the snake's head was the tip of the sword, and the snake's tongue stretched out into two parts.
Fork, so the tip of the sword actually has two forks.
The blade of the sword shines brightly with golden light, and is very heavy in the hand. It seems to be made of gold mixed with other metals. There is a blood mark on the sword, which emits a dark green light, which is extremely strange. The two prongs of the sword tip can hold thorns.
It can also be used to hook the enemy's weapon, drag it backwards and poke it diagonally, all of which can hurt the enemy. Compared with ordinary long swords, it has many more uses.
"Although this sword has a strange shape, it has extraordinary momentum and a vague aura of grandeur. It must be extraordinary considering its origin."
Xue Yiren said slowly.
He is a swordsman of a generation. Once you take a closer look at a sword, the mysterious and mysterious feeling between the swordsman and the sword will appear.
Perhaps, he has already cultivated a sword himself.
"That's right." Feng Zhou nodded and said with a smile, "Does Master Xue remember a poem?"
He didn't wait for Xue Yiren to speak, and then loudly chanted: "Killed all the millions of soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sword on his waist was still bloody. The old monk didn't know the hero, so he just kept asking for his name."
Xue Yiren was startled, nodded and said: "This poem was written by Taizu Emperor Gao."
"That's right." Feng Zhou nodded and said sternly: "After the Battle of Longwan, Emperor Taizu Gao defeated Chen Youliang's navy with a small victory and a large number. At dusk the next day, he privately visited the Zen Temple on Zijin Mountain incognito. The host saw that his evil spirit was very strong.
He was serious, so he wanted to relieve his evil spirit and talk about Zen with him, but he was scolded. The next day, he wanted to ask his name, but the room was empty. Taizu left this poem on the wall of the main hall. At this time,
Emperor Taizu already had the ambition to wipe out the inner world and conquer the world, and his poems always reveal the aura of a king."
When Feng Zhou said this, he pointed to the golden snake sword and said: "When Emperor Taizu was writing poems, this golden snake sword was hanging on his waist."
"What?" Even though Xue Yi was already calm and had seen everything in the world, he was still shocked when he heard the news. He lowered his head and looked at the sword carefully, and then asked: "Since this sword was worn by Taizu back then.
, wouldn’t it mean that he would either be buried in the Xiaoling Mausoleum or in the palace?”
Feng Zhou chuckled: "It's a long story. After Emperor Taizu passed away..."
In fact, this sword accompanied Zhu Yuanzhang in his southern and northern campaigns and had always been the emperor's favorite. However, for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, he gave this sword to the emperor's grandson Zhu Yun before his death, hoping that he could hold this sword and rule the world forever.
Unexpectedly, after the Battle of Jingnan, Zhu Yun disguised himself and fled south to the land of Yunnan and Guizhou. By chance, this sword fell into the hands of the Five Poison Sect and became the three treasures of the Five Poison Sect.
Now that time has passed, in this ancient dragon version of the world, although there is no Five Poison Sect, the Battle of Jingnan will not change. Feng Zhou's possession of this sword is enough to give him a promising experience.
Xue Yiren was dumbfounded.
There are no swordsmen in Tiannan, and Xue Yiren has never been there to find anyone to compete with swordsmen, so he doesn’t know if there is a small sect called the Five Poison Sect there, let alone whether Emperor Jianwen really lost a golden snake sword.
Deep in the mountains and old forests.
But no matter what, the sword used by Emperor Gao, the great ancestor of this dynasty, to conquer the world was once accompanied by Emperor Jianwen. Whether it is collection value or grade, it is far above the few swords he collected.
He just sighed softly: "This sword has such an origin, it's a shame! It's a shame!"
Feng Zhou said: "The swords collected by Master Xue are the best in the world. The golden snake sword below is just made of ordinary iron, but this sword once followed Taizu Gao Emperor to expel the Tartars and restore China. Its body
Good fortune can even shine through the past and present."
Xue Yiren sighed, holding the hilt of the Golden Snake Sword in his hand, and nodded in agreement.
In front of the glorious image of Emperor Taizu Gao, the Bafang Bronze Sword, the Zhaodan Sword, and his Tianqing Meteor Sword are nothing but scrap metal.
But immediately, Xue Yiren's eyes were like a knife, and he said word by word: "I will not offend anyone unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will be merciless with the sword. Emperor Taizu Gao must have drunk this sword without knowing it back then."
How many people’s blood.”
His sword flashed, and suddenly the Lightning Palace stabbed Feng Zhou.
Feng Zhou once fought against Feng Qingyang, a veteran of the Huashan sect, but unfortunately the other party was old and could not fight him for a long time.
Feng Zhou had also fought against Dongfang Bubai. The opponent had strange moves and extremely fast movements, but his internal strength was too weak and he couldn't stop Feng Zhou's dense "sword light".
After he came to this world, those who could compete with him in swordsmanship were worthy of his attention. One was Zhongyuan Yidianhong, his current disciple Xue Pan, and the other was Li Zhile, the younger brother of Li Guanyu, the former best swordsman in the world.
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But these two people were still far behind him in terms of swordsmanship, and they couldn't even be considered a threat.
It was only now that he met a swordsman whom he could meet face to face.
Xue Yiren stabbed with his sword, and the sword came out like lightning, like thunder and lightning, and it was in front of Feng Zhou's throat in an instant. If it were anyone else, even a master like Chu Liuxiang, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to see how this sword came out.
Where did it come from?
But this lightning-like sword suddenly stopped and became motionless when it reached half an inch in front of Feng Zhou's throat.
When he draws his sword, it is like lightning, and when he stops the sword, he is like lightning. He is as fast as he wants and as smooth as he wants.
Xue Yiren obviously didn't use all his strength when he struck out with the sword, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stop. Everything he thrust out when he didn't use all his strength was already so urgent, so it would be okay if he used all his strength.
But Feng Zhou seemed to have never seen the sword, his face was indifferent, his eyes were extremely calm, and even his exposed skin seemed to have never felt the coldness of the sword energy at all.
But Xue Yiren looked at Feng Zhou, his eyes full of admiration.
Because Feng Zhou always had a smile on his face and accepted it calmly, he didn't take Xue Yiren's sword to his heart at all.
With martial arts at Feng Zhou's level, even if he was completely unprepared at the beginning, even if Xue Yiren's sword was like lightning, he would not be able to react at all.
But Feng Zhou just refused to evade, and watched Xue Yiren's sword reach his throat indifferently. He was obviously confident that as long as Xue Yiren had the intention of harming him, he would be able to protect himself and defeat the enemy at any time.
This simple gesture is much more calm than some young people whose expressions remain unchanged but shivers appear on their skin.
Xue Yiren looked at Feng Zhou for a long time, then suddenly smiled slightly, took back the Golden Snake Sword, held it up with both hands, handed it to Feng Zhou and said with a smile: "Master Feng is a dragon among men, and he is no better than an old man."
Feng Zhou took the Golden Snake Sword, flicked his wrist, and heard a "choking" sound. The Golden Snake Sword seemed to have been put into the scabbard.
But Xue Yiren did not see the sword or the scabbard.
I really can't imagine where the golden snake sword was kept by Feng Zhou.
Feng Zhou smiled and said: "Dr. Xue invited me here to let me taste the sword?"
Xue Yiren smiled softly and said nothing. He turned around slowly and hid the long sword he just took out into the stone box. After a long time, he slowly asked: "Do you know why I haven't killed him yet?"
Zuo Qinghou?"
Feng Zhou smiled softly: "Because heroes are lonely."
Xue Yiren was startled, turned around suddenly, and looked at Feng Zhou, with a dumb look in his eyes.
Feng Zhou continued: "In ancient times, heroes were so lonely... When a person is at a low place, he always wants to go to a high place, but the higher he goes, the fewer people follow him. When he finds that he is the only one left at the high place.
When I'm alone, it's too late to look back."
After Feng Zhou said these words, he looked at Xue Yiren again: "Xue Yiren felt that he was getting older and his energy was declining, so he thought about settling all the debts before his death to avoid being taken into the coffin after death. What I said