Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

Chapter 460: Zhan Lu Jian is here!

Speaking of this, Hanzhe found that the lettering in the coffin hadn’t finished yet. When he read on, he was surprised again.

Not for anything else, but for a brief description of the inscription-Zhan Lujian!

The top five legendary swords, the ten famous swords rank first.

According to legend, the scene of Zhan Lujian’s refining: the sword is perfected, shining through the sky, the sun and the moon fighting for glory, the stars fighting against the color, the ghosts and gods wailing.

The inscription tells about the deeds of Zhan Lujian who came to the Jin Dynasty as a famous general Zhou Chu, and then his descendants donated it to Yue Fei.

What Hanzhe knew was that Zhan Lujian disappeared after Yue Fei was killed in Fengbo Pavilion.

The lettering clearly reads: Zhan Lu sword hangs on the coffin.

No wonder that later generations cannot find it, it turns out that this rare sword was also smuggled out along with Yue Fei’s body and buried here.

After getting this amazing information, Hanzhe tried his best to search in the coffin again. But he almost turned over the coffin, and he didn’t see a trace of Zhan Lujian.

This is strange.

After a moment of cold meditation, he repeatedly chewed on a few words in the words-Zhan Lu Jian hung on the coffin.

Wait…hanging on the coffin?

Like a divine enlightenment, the cold rut suddenly got out of the coffin and searched for it with a flashlight on the lid of the coffin that had fallen to the ground.

When the light of the flashlight encounters something that refracts a different color, the shameless heart hangs. His pupils dilated suddenly, and he fixed his eyes to look over there. The one that showed a bit of cold light from the dust, what was it if it wasn’t the Zhanlu sword?

found it! Hanzhe almost exclaimed.

This move really scared the audience in the live broadcast room, and they knocked on the barrage in unison.

“The host’s eyes are not right, it can reflect light!”

“Yeah, yeah. Anchor, what treasure are you looking for again?”

“Anchor, there is something good to open our eyes to our brothers!”

Seeing that the audience in the live broadcast room was anxious one by one, they held down the excitement of finding the diluted treasure, cautiously leaning on the lid of the coffin, and carefully wiped the dust off the sword with the cuff.

As the dust was wiped away, the world’s number one sword exuded its original brilliance, and even in the dark tomb, it still showed the edge of the blade. Hanzhe lowered his head and saw that his sleeves were cut with a small slit under the slightest rub!

The cold rut held Zhan Lu Baojian to the audience like a treasure. His face was full of excitement, and he said to the audience: “Brothers, if anyone still doesn’t believe that this is Yue Fei’s tomb, I think this Zhanlu sword will be the best proof.”

“Since everyone wants to see it, I will show you a good look.” After that, Han Che simply captured Zhan Lu Jian on the spot and played a set of swordsmanship. The natural gods and the skill and proficiency of the cold ruts will bring the sword to the tiger.

Different from editing or juggling on TV or movies, the tricks are real skills, and the tricks are extremely sharp. The blade’s edge either hung like a waterfall or went out to sea like a dragon.

For a time, the live broadcast room shined brilliantly, and the audience all clapped and praised.

“The room manager Yang Wudi presented 10 rockets to the anchor——Lao Han, I only understand what a sword and a hero is today!”

“If you don’t blow up, you can’t be black, anchor, you can say that your swordsmanship is at its best.”

“Wait…Anchor, you said that was Zhan Lujian?”

Someone in the live broadcast room was skeptical about Zhan Lujian’s name, and didn’t care at all. Instead, he silently accepted the sword and showed it to everyone more comprehensively.

After a moment, the cold track fixed your picture in the live broadcast room on the right side of the coffin, and then said: “It is not my nonsense to say that he is Zhan Lujian, but what I just saw from the engraving on this. ——Zhan Lujian hanging on the coffin.” Hanzhe said every word.

“I believe that many brothers have heard of the prestige of this sword, and you must understand my current mood. According to legend, the Zhanlu sword is Ou Yezi’s sword for sealing pens. Legend has it that after making the sword, Ou Yezi wielded the sword to test its performance. The boulder was cut away, and the boulder burst open.”

“The later Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu also wrote: The dynasty also served as a military uniform, and the emperor followed Zhanlu. This sword was later donated to Yue Fei by the descendants of the famous Jin dynasty Zhou Chu. It is Yue Fei’s sword and symbol.”

“It’s just that after Yue Fei Fengbo Pavilion was killed, Zhan Lujian also disappeared. But I didn’t expect to be taken here to be buried with Yue Fei!” Hanzhe finished the sentence with a trembling voice almost in excitement.

The reason why Hanzhe values ​​this sword so much is not only because it is a peerless magic weapon, but also because of its connotation. The audience may only know the power of Zhan Lujian, but not his benevolence.

Hanzhe gently stroked the sword and told the story of Zhan Lujian: “Actually, Zhan Lujian is not just a sword, it is more like an eye. Staring at every move of the kings and princes.”

“The king has the right way, the sword is on his side, and the country is prosperous. The king has no way, the sword flies away, and the country is ruined. This sword is Ou Yezi’s lifelong dream: to create an invincible sword of benevolence and righteousness without the slightest murderous spirit. I finally saw it today. , It really is a sword of righteousness!”

After listening to the cold commentary, the audience in the live broadcast room seemed to be able to see an old man exhausted his life’s hard work to cast his ideal sword, tears in his eyes. Unconsciously brushed up the barrage.

“Anchor, my eyes are red from what you said.”

“Don’t be the king, donate 5 rockets to the anchor-anchor, you understand, I am convinced, I also make a sword, I understand this mood!”

Hanzhe thought for a moment and then said: “However, I think that besides this sword is Yue Fei’s saber, there should be another reason for it to be sealed on the lid of the coffin. I think it is very likely that it is also similar to me. The Nine Crow Swords that the village got.”

After speaking, Hanzhe glanced at the bones in the coffin.

What needs to be suppressed with this kind of divine sword must have been an extremely powerful monster before. Thinking of the corpse of the prince in Fengmen Village, he still had a lingering fear.