Li Kezhou has the strength of a dragon when he shakes his arms, and his hands have the strength to hold iron into clay.
Although he fell into a coma, his hands were like iron hoops. The next person came up and used them with such force that his face turned red and his neck was thick, but he still couldn't pry his hands away.
This man was in the late stage of Dan Condensation. He didn't get the sword from a "dead man" for a long time, which made him feel humiliated.
Suddenly! He had an idea. The leader asked him to take the sword, but he didn't ask him to take the scabbard.
He grabbed the hilt of the sword and exerted force. This time, it was unimpeded and the sword came out of its sheath with a clang.
As the sword was exposed to everyone's eyes, everyone's faces suddenly lost their expression.
I saw black fire lingering on the sword. Although the fire was fire, it was lifelike. From a distance, it looked coquettish and strange.
"Is this..."
"Ninth grade sword weapon!!"
Some people couldn't suppress the horror in their hearts and screamed in surprise.
It is not difficult to identify a ninth-grade sword. This swirling black fire is exactly the phenomenon that occurs when a sword enters the ninth grade.
"Impossible! How can this kid have a ninth-grade sword in his hand!"
Kong Lin's eyes were dull, as if he had been shocked and lost his mind.
The group of people not far away from him were not much better than him, and they all had horrified expressions.
For these people, not to mention ninth-grade swords, third-grade swords are already valuable, fourth-grade swords have only been seen, and fifth-grade swords are limited to legends. They never thought in their lifetime that they could witness the legendary ninth-grade sword.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Dylan was trembling with excitement. He couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart and laughed wildly.
"Quick! Bring me the sword..."
But then something strange happened. The subordinates turned a deaf ear to Dylan's words. They stared directly at the sword in their hands and ignored him at all.
"How bold! You want to disobey my order!" Dylan roared.
"Jian Shuai! Something is wrong. Look at Lao Yan's demeanor."
After being reminded, everyone realized that the man holding the sword seemed to be immobilized. Not only was he motionless, but his expression was frozen, and he looked like he had lost his soul.
Dylan suppressed his excitement and pushed the person who just spoke: "Go! Bring me the sword..."
The man's face turned pale with fright, and his legs began to tremble.
"Go quickly! If you don't go, I will kill you now."
There was a sword at his neck, and the man had to step forward.
He was already roughly sure that there must be something weird about this sword, so he had been on guard for a long time. He used his sword energy to the extreme, moved to the man in a long time, gritted his teeth, and fiercely snatched the sword from the man's hand.
As soon as he got the sword, he let out a scream.
The next moment, the man seemed to be crazy, yelling, and holding a sword to kill a group of people in front.
Dylan frowned, drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword energy swept across like a strong wind. The man's body was immediately torn to pieces, and the demon sword in his hand was inserted into the ground with a clang.
"This... this sword... evil!"
Some people were frightened and hurriedly backed away, trembling to themselves.
Dylan's face was gloomy, the sword was in front of him, but he didn't dare to take it.
He suddenly looked at Kong Lin: "This sword is a bit evil. I don't want it anymore. If you want it, go get it yourself!"
Kong Lin looked sarcastic: "Dylan! Do you think that you are the only smart person in the world and everyone else is an idiot? You just think that my cultivation is the same as yours, and you want to borrow it from me to see if you can pick up this sword.
, If you can’t pick it up, it’s me who will destroy my soul. If you can pick it up, you can gather a group of people to surround me and kill me. Your calculation is too precise..."
When Dylan was told what was on his mind, his face became gloomy and he was speechless for a moment.
But the ninth-grade sword weapon was elusive for him. Now that it appeared in front of him, he was unwilling to miss it no matter what he said.
"Jian Shuai! I know!"
One person seemed to realize something and suddenly shouted.
"Say it quickly!" Dylan said concisely.
The man did not dare to be negligent and said quickly: "It must be because of the scabbard in that boy's hand. This sword is so evil. The scabbard must have the effect of sealing away evil. Otherwise, it would be impossible for such a demonic sword to be held by anyone."
Dylan's eyes lit up.
One person added at the right time: "Yes! Although I can't tell what material the scabbard is made of, the two jade stones embedded in it look very much like the legendary Demon-Sealing Jade. This kind of divine jade, what a coincidence, it has
Sealing evil power!"
Dylan pointed at the person who spoke: "Go! Take the scabbard from this kid. If the man is stubborn, cut off one of his hands. I don't believe that the scabbard can grow on the hand."
When the man heard that he was told to hold the scabbard instead of the sword, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward with eager eyes.
"What are you going to do?"
The woman's eyes showed an angry look, and she moved her body sideways, blocking Li Kezhou's body.
The visitor paused, looking embarrassed, and turned to look at Dylan behind him.
This woman's identity is not simple. Not only does he disrespect her, he can only listen to the leader's instructions.
Seeing this scene, Dylan frowned secretly: "Miss Lin, he is just a dying person, why should you care about his life or death? I know that Miss Lin has a kind heart, but this man is holding a demon sword and is definitely not a good person. He is dead.
It means you have saved more people, girl!"
The woman looked stubborn: "You can't hurt him. He is extremely weak now and can no longer admit any external force, let alone the pain of a broken limb."
She said with a cold face: "Dylan! You'd better not forget my father's instructions to you, and don't forget the death order given to you by the Sword King Nanyang when you were in the same boat."
When he mentioned "Nanyang Sword King", Dylan's expression changed, as if he had thought of something, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.
The woman's heart was exquisite. Looking at his expression, she added at the right time: "I just don't want to see that as soon as my elixir is taken by this young man, you hurt his life and let my elixir be wasted in vain. So be it!"
Wait a moment, if this person is really dead, then I will let you do whatever you want..."
Dylan's expression suddenly softened: "Hahaha, okay! Miss Lin has spoken, and Dylan doesn't dare to disobey, so he will do as the girl says. However, given this kid's injuries, I don't say he will never survive tomorrow at noon."
Just as he finished speaking, Li Kezhou's body trembled and he sat up suddenly.
"puff!"
A blood arrow spurted out.
The man standing in front of him, trying to cut off his limbs and seize his sword, was caught off guard and was hit by a bloody arrow. He was pierced immediately, and a bloody hole appeared in his chest.
The man's eyes were bulging, and his face was frightened. He straightened his head and fell to the ground. He tilted his head, opened his eyes and died.
A group of people not far away were startled and pushed back.
"What a terrifying sword energy. This kid was injured by someone. The remaining sword energy contained in his blood alone can kill a mid-stage pill condensation master!"
Kong Lin was shocked.
Li Kezhou's face was sallow, but he was awake. His somewhat bloodshot eyes scanned the people in front of him one after another.