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- After listening to the sword spirit, in a nostalgic tone, he talked about the magnificent battle of the gods thousands of years ago. Yang Fengnian sighed with some empathy and nodded.
Thinking of that era when humans and gods coexisted and masters emerged in endlessly, Yang Fengnian couldn't help but feel his blood boiling, and he couldn't help himself for a while.
However, then, Yang Fengnian suddenly thought of what Sword Spirit had just called Black Rakshasa, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Did you just say that Black Rakshasa is a woman?"
Sword Spirit frowned and said with an unhappy expression: "What's wrong with the woman? Do you have any objections?"
It involves gender issues, and the Sword Spirit, whose mood had just improved, suddenly became angry again. Yang Fengnian hurriedly made his position clear and said with a smile: "No objection, of course no objection. Women can hold up half the sky. Besides, the ancestor of China is the Empress Nuwa, how dare I have any objection! I was thinking, a It¡¯s not easy for a woman to achieve what she does today!¡±
I don¡¯t know what¡¯s going on with the Sword Spirit recently, it¡¯s like it¡¯s taken a shot of gunpowder. If you say the wrong thing, you will be criticized to death by the other party.
"Hmph, you know what's going on!" Sword Spirit curled his lips and snorted. Then he explained: "What do you know? Back then, Black Rakshasa narrowly escaped from the bloody battlefield in the Asura world and came to the human world. With his superhuman intelligence and iron-blooded skills, he was praised by King Zhou. . And she soon became King Zhou's confidant. During the Conferred God War, Black Rakshasa and her subordinates brought huge trouble to King Wu and the others. However, it is a pity that the identity of Black Rakshasa It cannot be seen in the light. So, in the Battle of the Gods, Black Rakshasa is just a legend, a god that no one has ever seen, a great god?"
"Night Watcher!" Yang Fengnian nodded, such a title suddenly popped into his mind, and he couldn't help but say it.
"Yes, that's it, the Night Watcher. She haunts the darkness. No one knows her, and no one has seen her. All I hear is about her bloody methods and powerful legends." Sword Spirit's tone was filled with excitement. There was a trace of surprise, as if he was very surprised, why Yang Fengnian could come up with such an appropriate title for the Black Rakshasa, who had never met him before.
"She is the sharpest sword King Zhou has hidden in his sleeves!"
The sword spirit let out a long sigh, and finally expressed his lament for the Black Rakshasa.
Yang Fengnian nodded, deeply agreeing with Sword Spirit's statement.
However, later, Yang Fengnian heard another meaning from Sword Spirit's words.
"Why are you so familiar with her?" Yang Fengnian asked curiously, "Could it be that you knew her before?"
After a moment of silence, Sword Spirit smiled bitterly and sighed softly: "Before you, she was my master?"
When Yang Fengnian heard this, he was immediately shocked and blurted out: "Damn, does that mean that now you"
Sword Spirit knew what Yang Fengnian was going to say, but at this time, she was also very confused.
The loyalty of the weapon spirit to its master is unquestionable. Once you recognize the Lord, there will never be any second thoughts.
At first, the sword spirit thought that the Black Rakshasa was dead and had a mutual appetite for Yang Fengnian, so he chose to recognize Yang Fengnian as his master.
However, unexpectedly, the Black Rakshasa survived.
He actually escaped to the devil world.
This time, after feeling the aura of the Black Rakshasa, Jianling was in a dilemma. For a moment, he didn't know how to make a decision.
¡°Hey, if I were a human being.
?According to this situation, when you go to hell, you will be torn in half by the direct order of the Lord of Hell.
¡°Disloyal!¡±
Not getting an answer from the sword spirit, Yang Fengnian felt a little uneasy.
Along the way, Sword Spirit was like a sincere and persuasive mentor, providing great help to Yang Fengnian who had just entered the world of cultivation.
And, along the way, slay demons and demons.
The two also formed a deep fighting friendship.
Especially during the period when he entered the demon world, although Sword Spirit was angry with him, he didn't like to talk to him.
¡°However, I have to admit it.
Yang Fengnian sometimes likes Sword Spirit's little temper.
??Even when entering the Dantian Mountains and Rivers Picture, I saw the beautiful woman sitting alone on the bluestone with flying red clothes and her cold and aloof face.
Yang Fengnian even felt like he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.
In his mind, the fictional image of a wretched uncle disappeared without a trace at some point. What remains in my mind is the woman in red, with skin as smooth as gelatin, a fiery personality, and a smile and a smile.
After his spiritual consciousness sank into the mountain and river map, YangSure enough, I saw Sword Spirit sitting alone on the rock in 2016, holding his knees with his hands, staring blankly at the cloud-shrouded city down the mountain.
The breeze blows, and the cloud-like hair gently sweeps over the impeccably beautiful cheeks.
Revealing those beautiful eyes like stars.
On the mountain, there is a clear breeze, white clouds, and relaxed green cypresses.
The woman in red is sitting alone on the rock, with a cold expression, like a fairy.
However, in that cold and charming temperament, there was a hint of grievance and sadness that made Yang Fengnian feel slightly sour.
Yang Fengnian sighed and walked over slowly.
After hesitating for a moment, he still stretched out his hand and pressed it on Sword Spirit's shoulder.
Sensing the sword spirit¡¯s body trembling slightly, Yang Fengnian sighed: ¡°I don¡¯t want to lose you!¡±
The sword spirit's delicate body trembled, and she buried her head in her knees, whispering: "If I leave, will you miss me?"
Hearing this, Yang Fengnian was suddenly shocked.
But good qualities still allow him to remain calm on the surface.
After a moment of silence, Yang Fengnian still said calmly: "I don't want to lose you!"
"What if she wants me to go back?" Sword Spirit turned his head and looked at Yang Fengnian with tears in his beautiful eyes.
Yang Fengnian snorted coldly, and a flash of ice-like coldness flashed through his calm eyes: "If you want to steal my sword spirit, you have to ask me if I agree!"
"But, you can't beat him!" Sword Spirit bit his lip lightly, his beautiful eyes full of worry, and said eagerly.
"I'll tell you a truth!" Yang Fengnian sneered, put his hands behind his back, took a step forward, and stepped on the rocks. Looking at the Baima City under the cliff, covered with clouds and fog, he said proudly: "You can't beat it until you fight!"
The mountain breeze comes slowly, and the storm suddenly arises.
Yang Fengnian, dressed in a green shirt, with flying clothes and stern eyes, really looks like the god of war descending.
The biting mountain wind is coming towards you.
On the top of the mountain, the green pines stand proudly and gently sway in the wind.
In the sky, there are sudden storms and myriad phenomena.
Yang Fengnian took a deep breath, then slowly raised his hand. Like a lofty god, he pointed down at the world in front of him.
In an instant, the sun hanging high in the sky shone brightly.
Countless sword energy surged out.
In the space, the sword energy is strong.
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