So, what was in front of Su Luo was a broken sword without a hilt.
Those sword spirits all used one kind of thing, just look at it and say it's a broken sword. They looked at Su Luo with this look.
But Su Luo——
There was a touch of ecstasy in her eyes.
Because no one had noticed this sword before, they didn't try to pull it out, so they didn't crush the hilt. So they didn't know that as the hilt shattered, what appeared in front of Su Luo's eyes was the tail of the sword.
Red eyes.
This touch of red made Su Luo see the flaw!
So, Su Luo's hand grasped the tail of the sword and began to draw the sword.
The sword spirits all frowned, and the most powerful burly man among them said: "Don't waste your strength. This sword was many years ago. Suddenly it fell from the sky one day and plunged straight into the soil slope."
Su Luo looked up at him.
At this time, other sword spirits also started to persuade.
"No one has ever been able to draw this sword."
"Besides, if you get close to this sword, you will be very unlucky, and you will always lose in a fight."
"Anyway, this is not a good sword. Please choose me."
"Choose me, choose me, choose me!"
So now we are in chaos again.
Su Luo's head got bigger.
She did experiment just now and wanted to pull out the sword, but she couldn't.
Doesn't this drawn sword really belong to her?
Su Luo thought, since her blood can make so many sword spirits flock to her, there must be something unique about it. She wonders if it can awaken 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 landed on the broken sword.
"Gulu——"
This was the sound of the sword spirits swallowing their saliva in unison.
They rushed to follow Su Luo because of the blood on her body. Now seeing her blood rolling down and smelling the alluring smell, they almost couldn't bear it anymore.
A drop of blood slowly rolled down the broken sword and soon disappeared.
But Su Luo's eyes were filled with joy.
There is a door!
So Su Luo squeezed out three more drops of blood and rolled them onto the broken sword.
"Gulu gulu——" The sword spirits all swallowed their saliva in unison!
Their jealous eyes almost bulged out!
Why waste such precious blood on scrap metal? They want to drink it too!
Su Luo didn't notice the sorrow of the sword spirits. All her attention was on this broken sword, because she vaguely sensed that there was a simple and distant soul in this broken sword.
As the three drops of blood rolled down, the rusty sword body was washed away where the blood flowed, revealing a bit of the sword body.
Su Luo originally thought that after being washed with her blood, the sword would shine brightly.
But the reality disappointed her.
Even with three drops of blood, this broken sword is still a broken sword, and the rusty sword body has not changed at all.
"Let's just say, this is a broken sword, a broken sword that no one wants."
"Why waste those three drops of blood on it? It would be nice to drink it for me."
"It's still too late to give it up now and come back to me. I'll still think about it."
The sword spirits all said proudly.
But Su Luo didn't seem to hear their words at all. She was still immersed in the world of broken swords and couldn't extricate herself for a long time.
Others didn't know it clearly, but Su Luo knew it better than anyone else. Just when the three drops of blood rolled down, she seemed to hear a subtle sigh.
This voice seemed to be absent, not appearing in her ears, but appearing deep in her soul.