Chapter 675

The blood snake penetrated Dai Ye's chest, and Dai Ye stood there, coughing blood foam in his mouth.

He leaned on a long knife, looked at the blood snake in his chest, looked up and looked down at Yan, and slowly said, "OK... Chen Ruoyan, I admit, you are better than me!"

Dai Ye died like this!

Qingyan didn't torture her too much.

Revenge.

The goal is achieved!

But Qingyan looked at the fallen body in front of him, at the Yin corpse mountain disappearing in the distance, at the magma gushing into the air, and at the towering iceberg, but he was not excited, happy and satisfied.

She felt her heart empty.

She looked around blankly and finally focused on Dai Ye's body.

The blood snake threw Feng Changdong's body on the ground.

A blood snake bit Dai Ye's body bag, gently stroked the body bag, and his blood red eyes showed an imperceptible tenderness.

Light Yan flew in the air, and there was no trace of life.

Without the support of Qingyan, the blood red on the 44 whip swords gradually faded, and the whip swords were soft and drooping, swinging with Qingyan's action, like willow twigs blown by the wind.

Only ten whip swords were still wrapped in Leng Yan's body. There were Taoist instruments valued by the red blood sword.

Qingyan silently flew to the place where she had just fought with Huo Changlao. Looking at the fiery lava under her feet, she noticed that someone was standing on the glacier, trying to chisel the ice with his weapons.

"Master Jianling, I'm leaving!"

"Yes!"

Chen Hao didn't know what to say.

Chen Hao always thought that he was as cold and hard as the red blood demon sword.

Looking at the light blood red long hair flying in the wind, looking at a tear mole under the corner of her left eye, Chen Hao seems to recall the scene when he fell on the snow at the beginning of the seventeen!

damn!

He couldn't help recalling again!

These memories, every time I think of them, will always bring him a very bad feeling.

He is just a sword!

He is just a sword.

Always a sword.

"Lord Jianling, will you be sad after I leave?"

It seems that someone once asked him this question.

"No, I've had enough of a swordsman like you who has no ambition and muddles along every day!" Chen Hao pretended to be relaxed, "When you die, I can change my sword owner again. Think about it, I have some small expectations... I hope that my new sword owner is a real murderer. If I don't kill for a day, I will feel uncomfortable. I hope he can take me to kill everywhere, let the whole continent flow with blood, let the reputation of the red blood demon sword spread all over the world, and let all intelligent creatures can't help crawling and trembling with fear when they hear the name of 'red blood'!"

I am a sword!

I'm just a sword!

……

Chen Hao kept telling himself in his heart.

"This really conforms to the style of Lord Jianling!"

Light Yan lifted his long hair, which was disturbed by the wind, and laughed in a low voice.

Under the control of Qingyan, the Red Blood Sword fused 44 whip swords into a whip sword, and then returned to a soft sword, which turned into an ordinary standard long sword.

The long sword in Lengyan's hand, the red blood sword, digested only a thin piece, was tightly adsorbed on the blood red sword.

The sword whip dissipated, and the cold burning body fragments scattered. Along with it, there was a white jade sword box.

"Of course, this is my style. You know, I have changed many sword owners!"

Qingyan looked at the sword box strangely and sucked it into his hand.

The white jade sword box seems to be protected by some strange energy, or the material is very special, and the red blood sword can't absorb it.

Qingyan suddenly coquettishly said, "but I really don't want you! I'm still young... I haven't found a man I like..."

"Hahaha..." Chen Hao couldn't help laughing, "are you making me laugh? Who believes this nonsense? Who are you, I don't know? Then, what are you doing with that thing, hurry..."

Qingyan "curiously" pressed the circular white protrusion at the central opening of the sword box, and the sword box snapped open!

At the moment when the sword box bounced open, Qingyan quickly stuffed the red blood sword into it, and then quickly closed the sword box!

When the speed field reaches the perfect level, the hand speed of Qingyan is much faster than that of the martial artist at the same level.

This series of actions is almost completed in an instant!

Chen Hao didn't reflect it, but he found... It was dark!

The Red Blood Sword struggled desperately in the white jade sword box, but as soon as it struggled, countless golden threads bound the red blood sword, so that he could not move at all!

"You long spiral!"

The red blood sword can't rotate at all.

The blood red sword gas hit the inside of the white jade sword box, but it didn't hurt the sword box. The sword gas of the Red Blood Sword... Seems to be absorbed!

Damn white jade sword box can absorb energy!

"Get bigger!"

The Red Blood Sword grew crazily, but as soon as it filled the whole white jade sword box, the body of the red blood sword was suppressed by an invisible energy!

Instead, his consciousness bounced out and saw the scene outside.

He... Is this sealed?

But not completely sealed?

His unique and powerful divine sense can penetrate the seal of the white jade sword box, but not the noumenon!

He saw Qingyan, holding the sword box, looking at it seriously and anxiously!

"Light face, is it enough to joke?" Chen Hao tried to calm his voice.

"Are you kidding?" Qingyan raised her eyebrows in surprise, looking innocent.

"Do you think a broken sword box can seal me?"

"Since a broken sword box can't seal you, why doesn't lord Jianling come out?" Light Yan joked and asked, "do you think it's fun to stay inside?"

“……”

"Why doesn't master Jianling speak? Can't you get out? With master Jianling's temperament, if you can really get out, you will definitely break the sword box directly with violence?"

Damn smart man!

damn!

After a long time, Chen Hao asked in a low voice, "why do you want to lock me in?"

"Master Jianling, you once told me... The red blood sword has a curse..." Qingyan took a deep breath, "does general Chen's death have anything to do with you?"

"If it weren't for the red blood sword, you wouldn't have met him, and he wasn't the same. He would still be the guard of the blue family, and would only die in obscurity!" Chen Hao thought for a moment and slowly said, "I don't know whether this is related to the curse. I can't control some things..."

"Yes!" Qingyan choked, "I know, I know what Lord Jianling said. If General Chen had to do it again, he would definitely choose to become the sword owner of the red blood sword!"

"Then you can..."

Qingyan refused without hesitation: "no!"

"Master Jianling... Do you understand? Even if I can understand you, it's hard for me to forgive you!"

Chen Hao looked at Qingyan, who was about to cry but had no tears, and suddenly felt a kind of intense pain... He faintly said to Qingyan: "I know, seventeen have boasted that you are very considerate... Maybe... I also feel that I seem really suitable to stay in this sword box..."