Dragon Herder

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Indeed, in this situation, if any Sword Sect disciple comes, the soul will flew away and scattered. After all, some long swords are bleeding inexplicably, and the evil is red!

Zhu Minglang didn’t run away immediately, he let the sword shadow fly by his side.

Close your eyes and use your own insight to sense the real “ghosts” in this abandoned sword forest. Zhu Minglang wants to know the reason for their restlessness. Is it really because Xue Zang was abandoned here and no one cares about it. Do you complain?

Every abandoned sword here has been with him. Zhu Minglang still recognizes the engravings on some of the swords. If they really turn into swords of resentment, Zhu Minglang believes he can comfort them…

“Clang clang clang clang clang clang!!!”

Finally, these abandoned swords in the forest moved. They were pulled out from the soil. The swords and swords interlaced in midair, forming 1000 to 10000 abandoned swords, which seemed to be held by the 1000 to 10000 sword masters. Here is a hearty duel.

“Ding ding ding ding ding Ding! !!!!!!”

The sword touched countless sparks, and the blades flickered frequently. Zhu Minglang felt that he was in an ancient battlefield of sword repair, and could not see those people. Only their swords were performing and reappearing the Ancient Battlefield over and over again. .

“Hang~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

There was a thunder in the clear sky, and the sky opened from the abandoned sword forest. The dazzling paleness made Zhu Minglang have to cover his eyes.

The electric light didn’t illuminate everything in the dim abandoned sword forest, it was more like swallowing everything with strong light.

Normal people encounter such a weird scene, I am afraid that they have passed out, and how can they continue to stay awake.

But Zhu Minglang still did not leave.

He believed that if these swords had a soul, they would never hurt himself.

He slowly opened his eyes, and then looked at the abandoned sword forest that had been around for an unknown number of years, and the dimly dim forest suddenly became empty, and the abandoned swords all over the place disappeared at some point in time!

In the pine and bamboo forest, there is no more swords, they seem to have escaped into another void, and they disappear in front of them strangely.

“Hang~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

Lightning pierced the dim night and lit up the gloomy abandoned sword forest. Suddenly, a breath of fear assaults the senses. What caught Zhu Minglang’s eyes was a gloomy sword shadow standing in front of him like a mountain!

This sword is rusty red and bloody, as if soaked in an abyss of blood. How many years, the sword is engraved with this blood!

What really shocked Zhu Minglang was not the emergence of such a Sword Peak without warning, but the evil sword that gave Zhu Minglang a feeling of staring at him! !

This evil sword is not like a majestic device, but more like a living thing, so close to it, you can even feel its anger! !

“Iron monster?”

Zhu Minglang couldn’t believe his eyes.

I once heard Mr. Dementia say that in this world there is a demon.

The so-called artifacts are artifacts that have great magic force to absorb the Moon’s Essence, the incarnation is the demon, the cultivation success is the demon, and even the holy.

Using a demon to describe the evil sword in front of me might not be appropriate.

There are too many swords in this abandoned sword forest that have a lifespan of 1000 years. Moreover, this evil sword is obviously the soul gathering of all abandoned swords in the entire abandoned sword forest.

It is a magic weapon!

It may even be a saint!

It is the Holy Spirit of the 10000-year cultivation base! !

“No, no, the breath on its body is not Demon…” Zhu Minglang shook his head again.

This evil sword is very weird in anger. If you have to use a creature to describe it, Zhu Minglang thinks…

At this moment, the evil sword floated, and its body that stood like a mountain was slowly shrinking. The closer it was to Zhu Minglang, the more the evil sword appeared.

Finally, the evil sword appeared in front of Zhu Minglang.

The figure is exactly the same as the sword, but for some reason, Zhu Minglang feels that he is a living creature standing in front of him!

Its breath…

Long! !

Its breath is clearly dragon! !

Zhu Minglang’s heart made a violent wave.

This sword, first had a monster cultivator, became a Sword Spirit…

After that, the Sword Spirit passed the dragon gate even more! !

Sword Spirit Dragon! !

10000 things in the world can be Dragon Transformation…

Artifact Spirit is already extremely rare, and Artifact Spirit Dragon Transformation is even a fantasy story.

“Xiu ~~”

The evil Sword Spirit dragon approached Zhu Minglang and floated slowly around Zhu Minglang, as if it were being carefully identified.

As if feeling the familiar breath of Zhu Minglang, this rare Sword Spirit dragon is cautiously approaching Zhu Minglang like a child.

Suddenly, the Sword Spirit dragon quickly swept across Zhu Minglang’s palm, cutting Zhu Minglang’s palm with a blood-red wound.

The wound oozes bright red blood, and the blood drips down quickly, and the Sword Spirit dragon immediately moved the tip of the sword like a tongue, and sucked the blood of Zhu Minglang little by little into the red sword…

With just a few drops of blood, the rust on the Sword Spirit body was blown away like dust. The thick rust is a layer of shackles to the Sword Spirit. When its sword body is completely bright and red, The moment it was showing off one’s ability, the Sword Spirit was completely revived!

“Boom~~~~~~~~~~~”

Another bolt of lightning pierced the air, lighting up the positive Abandoned Sword Forest again.

There is no abandoned sword in the forest. Only this Sword Spirit trembles with blood drinking. Behind it is a wider mountain forest, but its shadow is reflected. This shadow opened its sword wings and stretched its sword body. As majestic and shocking as a mountain! !

It turns out that what I just saw was the shadow of its Sword Soul.

It has its own soul!

It is a dragon!

The Sword Spirit, which is formed by 10000000 discarded sword intent aspirations, is the dragon of sword weapons by Sword Spirit cultivation success!

“It was my blood that made you a Sword Spirit?” Zhu Minglang still couldn’t calm down from this shock.

It drank its own blood just now, and then melted away the rust on its body.

It is telling itself that it recognizes itself and where it came from.

“The sword shadow flying shuttle, is it the scar of the sword I once slashed down the sky?”

“That intertwined battlefield, is it the sound of my sword that I practice day and night?”

“You waited for me here, but turned a dragon?”

Zhu Minglang looked at this Yinhong sword, recalling the scenes he had seen before, and his eyes became wet.

The so-called abandoned sword forest haunted legend lasted for some years in Sword Sect.

But these all are the true Sword Spirit in this abandoned sword forest is sending a message to the outside world, waiting for his return every day and night.

“I am no longer a swordsman.”

“You are no longer a Sword Spirit.”

Zhu Minglang wiped the tears that were about to well in his eyes.

For good luck, if Zhu Minglang returns as a swordsman, the Sword Spirit dragon will no longer be the sword held by Zhu Minglang, because it has been Dragon Transformation.

But Zhu Minglang lacks the power of the gods and can no longer wield the real sword intent. He has become the Dragon Herder…

A little bit of soul fetters, in Zhu Minglang’s mind, like drop after drop of rain falling into the lake, from the initial ripples to the rainy outline of the lake, Zhu Minglang can even perceive some of the mood of the Sword Spirit dragon!

It’s the blood just now.

Let yourself have a soul bond with it.

When it recognized itself, it was as close to tears of joy as itself.

Because I am Dragon Herder.

It is the Sword Spirit dragon.

Almost missed.

I will never miss it again!

Zhu Minglang slowly extended the hand. He thought he would not touch the sword again in his life, but he would never think of holding a sword in this way.

The arms were trembling, the fingers were trembling, the palms and the backs of the hands were the same, but Zhu Minglang still held this Sword Spirit, which was intertwined and reunited with his own fate!

In an instant, Zhu Minglang opened his fourth spiritual covenant. With the fetters of the blood before, even if the cultivation base of the Sword Spirit dragon is higher than the Dragon Herder realm of Zhu Minglang, he still slowly established the soul connection. The heart, god, and soul coexist!

Sword Spirit dragons have tails.

Like a long sword floss, as Zhu Minglang’s soul communicates with it, the Sword Spirit dragon’s tail grows along Zhu Minglang’s arm like a vine.

The growth continued. Zhu Minglang lowered his head and looked down, and found that his arm had some inscriptions after another. The luminous inscriptions densely packed his entire arm, as if he had some ancient Power is imprinted into his bloodline…

Zhu Minglang suddenly felt that his bloodline was surging, boiling, and gradually burning like a flame.

He seemed to be in a furnace, and the furnace gushed out infinite power, making him feel that as long as he waved the sword in his hand, he could cut away World’s All Living Things!

“Tzzzzzzz noisy~~~~~~~”

The inscription patterns are getting brighter and brighter, and they are almost quenched metal. Just when those Sword Spirit inscription patterns are about to climb onto Zhu Minglang’s arms and chests, the Sword Spirit dragon seems to have noticed something, and hurriedly swings the sword body to hold himself Pulled out of Zhu Minglang’s arm!

With this withdrawal, the inscription on Zhu Minglang’s arm disappeared immediately, and Zhu Minglang, who was steaming all over his body, seemed to come out of the stove, sweating profusely and his skin flushed.

“For the time being, only this arm can withstand the power of the 10000000 inscription Sword Soul.”

“It seems that even if you become a Sword Spirit because of my blood, we still need more running-in.”

Zhu Minglang took a few breaths and said to Sword Spirit Dragon.

Sword Spirit Dragon Yinhong’s tall and straight sword body is suspended beside Zhu Minglang, and the tail is lightly swinging like a sword flake.

Running-in is just a matter of time. It is already very happy for those who can wait until they become Sword Spirit incarnation.

Moreover, by signing a spirit contract with Zhu Minglang, it can leave the abandoned sword forest and see its edge again.

It is the incarnation spirit of all abandoned swords. If the sword has a soul, it must be unwilling to rust in this forest, be eroded by the years, and be little by little decayed.

“Xiu ~~”

“Xiu ~~~~”

The Sword Spirit dragon flies constantly around Zhu Minglang. Even without wings, it looks like a small flying dragon with a slender metal body.

However, its speed is too fast, in the eyes of others, it is probably no different from teleport.

“I remember that the sword that stayed with me the longest was named Moxie.”

“Sword Spirit Dragon… just call you Moxie.”

The Sword Spirit dragon stopped and hung in front of Zhu Minglang. Its sword body with red light reflected Zhu Minglang’s face.

“xiu!”

It disappeared instantly.

Flew into the spirit domain of Zhu Minglang.

Sword Spirit Dragon should like this name.

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