This artifact is ten feet long and looks like a sharp cone. Although it is obviously incomplete, it is still quite complete. However, if you look closely, there are several cracks on the artifact intertwined, but there is no trace of repair.
Even if the artifact is broken like this and has not been repaired, it should not be able to be used. However, at this time, Gu Fenghua clearly felt the unique spiritual intention and heavy pressure of the artifact.
He subconsciously looked at Ao Canhun, and as he saw that he made a handprint, blood was surging around the corner of his mouth, and the vitality on his body disappeared quickly like Zhu Yan before.
Not good! Ao Canhun actually used his own cultivation to force the broken artifact to gather together, thereby stimulating the power of the artifact, and even losing his vitality for it.
With his strength, he could not repair the artifact. In order to condense it, he had to lose his vitality. How terrible the power of this artifact should be!
"One sword, cut the prehistoric world!" I dared not think too much, Gu Fenghua's long sword wrapped in silk cloth slashed out again.
"Knock..." As the dragon roared, the silk cloth broke, like a colorful butterfly flying, and a vast ancient sword snatched the sheath, sprinkling thousands of frost.
The magic sword was unsheathed, and the heaven and earth were shocked.
The towering sword intent and the endless sword power seemed to be above the nine heavens, and even the misty void was trembling.
Behind him, Mo Qingqiu and others suddenly opened their eyes wide.
They had long noticed Gu Fenghua's long sword wrapped in silk cloth, but they had never understood why. Until now, the sword edge was unsheathed, they realized that the power of the sword was so terrifying.
Luo Enen and others looked surprised, their expressions were lighter, and their hearts, which were originally raised in their throats, were immediately put back to the realization. Others were not sure about the power of this magic sword, but they knew it very well.
I believe that as long as the magic sword is unsheathed, Gu Fenghua will be able to escape danger. Even if he kills Wunao's remnant soul, the other party will not be able to hurt her at all!
Gu Fenghua herself was slightly stunned. Although she knew very well that with Ye Yunji, she would never be in danger, but when Ao Canhun sacrificed the artifact, she still felt a little powerless in her heart: after all, she
I still cannot pass the test left by my brothers, and I still have to rely on help from others to survive the disaster.
But unexpectedly, at the critical moment, this sword of cleanliness emerged again. It seems that my luck is not bad, and I will not disappoint my brothers in the end.
But is it really luck?
Soon, Gu Fenghua discovered that the moment Ao Canhun sacrificed his magic weapon, the mysterious power in his blood actually resonated with it, and it became uncontrollable. The restrictions were broken one after another. The power was like Xia.
The mountain torrents after the heavy rain poured towards the meridians of the whole body, and then injected into the long sword.
At this moment, the divine sword in her hand became so friendly that she could even feel the excitement of the sword spirit.
It’s not luck! Gu Fenghua is sure that this time the magic sword is unsheathed, it’s no longer luck, but because of the mysterious and powerful power in the bloodline.
Her previous guess was correct. The reason why this magic sword refused to be unsheathed was because of its cleanliness. When facing an opponent that it thought was too weak, she was disdainful of being unsheathed. The other was because of her own strength.
Not strong enough to be qualified to surrender and to use it for its own use.
At this moment, with the awakening of the power of blood, she finally had the qualifications to control this magical sword.