Cao Xu's eyes were condensed, the vast power of invisible and immateriality gathered, and directly flew out of the big man standing on the fake mountain, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out, and the sky was spilled.

The proud lady and the proud woman on the other side were stunned to see this scene.The face of the proud face was pale and frightening, if only just now...

The arrogance trembled and dared not think about it anymore.

"There are a lot of fish in this world, but I don't have time to play with you anymore."Cao Xu said.

Looking back at the lost lady of the flower, Cao Xu continued: "Take me to the sword pool."

“Yes.”Mrs. Ao answered and hurried to lead the way.

The sword pool is built on the middle of the mountain.

On the edge of the stone steps on the edge of the sword pool, countless long swords with the same shank are inserted on both sides of the sword pool, all connected by iron.

On the side of the gate stood a stone monument six feet high, inscribed with two lines of words, the book: "Unauthorized, shall not enter!"

Cao Xu stepped up the stone steps, only to listen to the "call" of a sharp whistling, a giant sword fell from the sky, flying into the abbot of his body, into the ground, the sound of the dragon roared.

The sound of the sword is not absolute, a height of seven feet, the appearance of the Weiwei, cold and frosty three-year-old man, blocked Cao Xu's way.

"The sword pool is heavy, idle people, etc., it is forbidden to approach, otherwise - kill without forgiveness!"The man said coldly.

At the same time, a red hard-covered, body-studded, pink arm bare, ****** looming, beautiful young woman with two swords on her back, also flew like a whirlwind, standing side by side with the strong man.

This woman looks gorgeous, but without the slightest expression, indifferent to ice.The two long swords on the shoulder were cold, and the cold sword air emitted from her body was integrated, and the sword was obviously not weak.

Mrs. Ao hastily raised her spirits, stepped forward, and said, "This is a sword slave who guards the world's best sword, gentle, cold rouge."This is the Lord of the world, who came to cast a sword.”

Those who were once flown by Cao Xu, called "sword demon", because of the beauty of the proud lady, so they stayed in the Swords Mountain.Several times, the hands were forced by Mrs. Ao to die, and did not win.Therefore, Cao Xu's hand to the "sword" is actually very willing to see one thing.

But now the situation is different, warm and cold rouge, called the sword slave, is really cast the world's best sword caster.

Just because the world's good sword must be cast with a hundred years of fire, so the clock, cold and warm of the sword has been left in the Swords House for three generations, and has experienced three generations.In order to prevent harassment and block, two sword slaves who guarded the sword were sent to protect the sword from generation to generation.

Mrs. Ao also deeply admired these three, and has always been full of gifts for several weeks.She didn’t want any of these three people to happen.

At this time, a tiger must be thick, strong as Yue, wearing a blue-clad bare arm breast, the cadence of the strong man came out of the sword pool.

It is the sword master who passed on to the third generation, the bell.

A few days ago, after Mrs. Ao got the news, she had already discussed with Zhongmei, and some things could not be carried hard, but he could only think of his methods.

Zhong Meiwei's letter was quite high, and the momentum of the two sword slaves who could not be let go was pressed down, and said, "The Cao Gang Master is coming, please enter."

Into the sword pool, Cao Xu looked up, only to see the ten miles in front of a lot of rolling hills, the hills are filled with thousands of swords, it is like to be in the hell of the sword!

There are many swords, and there are many straight eyes.

In the middle of the sword pool, a bare sword hilt and half of the sword body, like the giant sword of the pillar of the sky, was pulled around by dozens of ordinary human arms, before it was firmly inserted in the sword pool.

Cao Xu set his sights on this mighty sword, and after a hundred years of casting, the sword of the world's best sword is among them.

Although the world's sharpness has not yet been revealed, how can it escape Cao Xu's divine sense?

“I don’t want you.”Cao Xu sighed slightly and announced the fate of the world's good sword.

“Bring something in.”Cao Xu said outside the sword pool.The sound of clarity came out.

A moment later, a beautiful maid came in with three boxes.

"Please look at Master Zhongmei."Cao Xu said.

The bell eyebrow went over, opened the first box, and a cold air met, and even on top of the beard of the bell eyebrow, a layer of frost condensed.

Zhong Mei looked at the knife and stone in the box and said, "This should be the snow-drinking knife in the world, and the 'ice' wonder stone."

Cao Xu nodded his head and said, “Exactly.”

The most cast sword master, Zhong Mei did not have much interest in the snow knife, and immediately handed the box in his hand to the cold rouge around him, and then opened the second box.The sword that passed/shot the box caught his full attention.

Open the box, inside is a sword body dark as ink, the sword hilt turquoise sword.

The bell-eye caressed the long sword and said, "This should be a fire-ring sword called the evil god in the sword, and I did not expect this sword to be so powerful."The sword is half man-made and half-man-willed.Even if a good sword is born, it is not necessarily its opponent.”

Cao Xu smiled and absorbed the fire-ringing sword of all the blood of the fire Kirin, which had long covered the unborn and the best sword in the world.Only in this world, it is difficult for anyone to be able to maximize the power of the sword of fire.Even if he is himself, he cannot do anything.

"Master Zhongmei does not look at what is in the third box."Cao Xu said.

The bell-eyes-in-love closed the box containing the fire-ringed sword, handed it to another sword slave, and opened the third box.

There was a knife in the box, and the dragon took the gold knife.

The bell frowned slightly, under the fine view, a sword full of murderous and murderous breath, faintly penetrated out of the knife.If it is not for him who has been casting swords for many years, it is difficult to detect people who are extremely sensitive to swordsmanship.

Feeling the sword in the knife, a legend poured into the heart of the bell.

It is said that before casting a good sword, the sword mountain had tried to cast another sword, and among the ten cast swords involved in the sword, nine people were successively killed by the murderous death of the sword, so it was called the "sword of defeat".

At that time, the owner of the Sword House and the proud day, and the only one of the remaining cast swords gave up the cast sword, and with the remaining half of the cold iron, according to the sword of the defeated sword, cast into another cold sword, that is, the world's best sword now.

All the while, I only heard this as a story.He never thought that the spirit of the sword of the lost sword that had disappeared in the legend would suddenly appear in front of him.(Unfinished.