"You mean, this knife is Ao Qing's knife?"
Cang Hong nodded and said: "Young Master is right. It was with the help of the power of the Law of Wood that Ao Qing was able to separate this sword from himself."
Luo Yi was confused when he heard: "Split from yourself? What do you mean?"
Cang Hong explained: "If we want to trace these secrets back to their origins, we need to start with this sword. This sword is called Blood Drinking, also known as Crazy Sword."
"The grade of this sword has reached the level of a half-step magic weapon, but the grade is second. What is really important is that this sword is a magic weapon that can grow on its own!"
"According to what Ao Qing said, when he obtained this sword, it was just a first-grade immortal weapon."
"A first-grade immortal weapon, but now it is actually a semi-divine weapon?" Luo Yi was a little shocked.
Cang Hong nodded, and there was a hint of fear in those golden eyes.
"As long as this sword drinks blood, it can automatically improve its rank. I don't know how many heroes' blood Ao Qing drank with this sword to raise his rank to this level.
It's just that although the blood-drinking mad sword is powerful, it is a demon sword. It must be known that the demon sword bites its master, and ordinary people cannot control this sword at all. A genius as powerful as Ao Qing back then was still almost possessed by this sword. "
Luo Yi was a little surprised. He never thought that this knife had such an old history.
But he suddenly reacted and asked: "Cang Hong, how do you know that Ao Qing put this knife here?"
Cang Hong looked serious: "Because Ao Qing asked me to help him back then. Speaking of which, if he had not died, he still owed me a favor."
Luo Yi was stunned.
Well, pretend I didn't ask.
He crossed his arms across his chest, gently rubbing his chin with one hand, and kept looking at the blood-drinking knife that was inserted diagonally into the ground.
How could Cang Hong not know what Luo Yi was thinking, and immediately said: "Sir, this sword is too evil and is not a good match for you."
Luo Yi said casually: "I know. Besides, I don't use a knife. I just helped him think of a good master."
Cang Hong didn't know what was going on, "Are you the young master's friend?"
Luo Yi didn't speak, just smiled and shook his head.
The owner he found for this knife was still a hundred thousand years old.
Luo Yi held his breath and concentrated, and began to slowly approach the blood-drinking sword.
This place was originally green, but the location where this knife was located was a dead place.
Within a hundred meters, there was a scene of despair.
From this, we can know what kind of evil spirit is contained in this blood-drinking sword!
Seeing Luo Yi approaching the knife, Cang Hong quickly reminded him: "Sir, this knife has a spirit. I'm afraid it will invade your mind, like an evil whisper, so you have to guard against it!"
Luo Yi nodded.
He continued to approach the knife, perhaps sensing that someone was here, but the long knife, which had been silent for a long time, actually began to tremble non-stop.
In terms of realm, Luo Yi may not be as good as Ao Qing, who was the most powerful person back then.
But when it comes to mind, not to mention one demon sword, even if there are ten of them, Luo Yi doesn't take them seriously.
Eater?
Ah.
Don't forget which two start from Luo Yi's domain power and his own sword intent!
Luo Yi ignored the evil spirit that crazily invaded his body, stepped forward, and finally reached the knife.
The long knife inserted diagonally into the ground began to tremble crazily.
The sound of swords was like the wail of the undead.
Luo Yi seemed completely unaffected by the evil spirit, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
"What? You still want to turn the world upside down?"
After saying this, Luo Yi suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped the handle of the knife!
At this scene, even Cang Hong couldn't help but sweat.
He knows best how evil this knife is.
If he hadn't helped Ao Qing back then, I'm afraid Ao Qing would have had his mind taken away long ago and turned into a monster who only knew how to kill.
The moment Luo Yi held the handle of the knife, something changed suddenly.
A large amount of blood suddenly seeped out from the handle of the knife, and the blood instantly dyed the ground red.
In just a moment, Luo Yi seemed to be in a battlefield.
Not only that, there were also many undead whispers in Luo Yi's ears.
It seemed that he was confiding his pain to Luo Yi.
Another stream of dark red blood flowed from the handle of the knife.
The blood was like strips of dark red boneless maggots, flowing upstream along Luo Yi's palm and clinging to Luo Yi's arm!
The blood penetrated into Luo Yi's skin like a needle and thread. Within a moment, Luo Yi's right arm seemed to have returned to the original appearance of the ghost hand, ferocious and terrifying!
Moreover, the dark red blood is still trying to get into Luo Yi's chest and mind!
Cang Hong's expression suddenly changed: "Young Master! Be careful!"
He was about to take action when he saw Luo Yi suddenly raised his left hand and waved it gently.
He opened his lips slightly and uttered two words.
"It doesn't matter."
Although Luo Yi's right arm is almost demonic, his expression is extremely calm.
There was even a sarcastic smile on the corner of Luo Yi's mouth.
He lowered his head and glanced at the knife in his hand, "Are you trying to scare me?"
As he spoke, a small world rose from the ground.
The surrounding scene suddenly changed. Originally, the surrounding area was only slightly desolate and dilapidated, but when Luo Yi spread out the small world, the scene in front of him was not just desolate and dilapidated.
A scene of great wilderness, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Compared to this, the shoals of blood created by the Blood-Drinking Knife were like a joke.
After Luo Yi spread out the small world, the blade of the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber suddenly trembled.
The corners of Luo Yi's mouth raised slightly: "Don't be afraid."
After saying this, the killing sword intention also rose up.
Threads of red threads emerged from Luo Yi's sleeves, and a bloody broken sword also condensed out.
Luo Yi pulled out the blade that was nearly half submerged in the ground. He flexed his left hand and flicked the blade.
The knife in his hand kept trembling, especially after the killing sword condensed out, the blood-drinking sword seemed to have suddenly lost its temper.
Even the dark red blood clinging to Luo Yi's arms began to fade away like a tide.
Luo Yi made a show of swordsmanship with his backhand, and said with a smile: "I have heard that swords have spirits for a long time, but this 'spirit' can also bully the weak and fear the strong, which I didn't expect."
The dark red blood clinging to Luo Yi's arm silently gathered back into the handle of the knife.
Luo Yi's right arm returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.
Ao Qing's realm may be much higher than Luo Yi's.
But if we want to talk about murderous nature, or the thoughts of killing in our hearts.
Even if it's bad, it's not even a little bit bad.
As the old saying goes, evil people need to be punished by evil people.
If you want to conquer this demon sword, you can only be more demonic, crueler, and more terrifying than him!
It just so happens that Luo Yi is this kind of person.
