Chapter 362

If a common sword is broken, it's nothing unusual. The problem is that it's not an ordinary sword. It's made of high-quality black iron. It's a medium-class weapon, cutting iron like mud.

Therefore, it is very difficult to meet weapons or things that can cut the sword, especially at this moment.

Hearing the words "Jian" and "Duan", Mo Liu suddenly responded, with a burst of rage and crying: "ah! My sword is broken, my sword is broken "

Huang Jiuge can't help falling off the black line. This broken sword is like the death of his parents. It's just like Nangong Changning.

I just don't know if Nangong Changning will bury his sword.

Wen Jinran and Sikong can't help but retreat from the ink stream for several steps, because the sound of the ink stream is too noisy.

"You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You... You.

With the accusation of Mo Liu, Sikong cut and Wen Jinran also look at Huang Jiuge. Their eyes are full of doubts and exploration. They can't help thinking, is the sword broken because of her?

But think about it and think it's impossible, but there's nothing on huangjiu singer! And her internal power is not enough to break the sword!

Yes, if you want to break the sword, you don't have to pay for weapons. Internal power can also be broken, but it's an absolute master who has this ability.

"What are you looking at me for! His sword must be of poor quality, that's why it was broken. " Huang Jiuge doesn't know the shock in Sikong cut and Wen Jinran's heart, so she talks nonsense. She is as cheeky as she is. She is not angry when she lies!

"You... My sword is not of poor quality, it's you, it's you..." when his own sword was said to be bad, he got excited. His sword edge was sharp, cutting iron like mud. What's wrong? He has always cut other people's swords.

"Well, if your sword is not of poor quality, how can it break?" Huang Jiuge retorts.

Mo Liu choked. Although he was unconvinced, he could not help wondering why his sword would be cut so easily if it was really so good!

Is his sword really bad?

This sword is the master's own. He says that ordinary weapons can't be cut, and only those with strong internal power can break it.

Is the dagger of Huang Jiuge more powerful than his sword?

Thinking of this possibility, Mo Liu didn't say anything more. He squatted down and picked up his broken sword, then held it in his arms and lowered his head. He was very lonely. Then he turned and left, full of guilt and muttered: "master, I'm sorry you didn't protect your sword."

That sad voice, that lonely back, can't help but let Huang nine songs give birth to some guilt.

In fact, she could have avoided it at that time.

Although the sword of Mo Liu stabbed her, it was only when she didn't recognize herself, so she didn't blame him. She cut his sword out of subconsciousness.

Because Sikong and Wen Jinran didn't see it with their own eyes, it was hard to judge, so they didn't interfere.

But looking at Mo Liu's sad appearance, Si kongcao said, "it's just a sword. I'll ask your master to give you another one."

Si kongcao was never a comforter, but for him, Mo Liu was at least closer than those so-called relatives, so he comforted his birth.

Although the sound is still so cold.