But he didn't seem happy either. There was no expression on his face, no dislikes.
Shen Yiren said angrily: "Luo Ming! You killed innocent people indiscriminately!"
Hong Jiu and others also caught up to the stage at this time and shouted: "You are a famous martial arts legend, and you act so cruel."
"This sword wants to drink blood." Luo Ming's eyes stared straight at Shen Yiren and others, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, and answered as a matter of course.
"Sacrifice is necessary."
"It's a must!"
Luo Yan was furious when he heard it, and tore off the hood that was used to cover, revealing his dark silver hair. The hair roots are intertwined as hard as steel thorns, giving people a mighty and extraordinary feeling. More than half of the martial arts people present recognized the second master of the Luo family. They all exclaimed in surprise.
Luo Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes looking like an enemy.
"Good bro, I'm back."
Luo Ming was not surprised, or not interested. He didn't even raise his eyes, he just made a 'um' and said something.
"you are still alive."
"Yes, I'm still alive, are you disappointed?"
"Not much." Luo Ming was expressionless, staring at the newly cast Divine Sword. "The sword is not finished yet."
Luo Yan said angrily: "This sword has been born, it can't stop thirst for blood, which shows its fierce and evil nature. This kind of evil soldier is also made? Luo Ming, you learned the sword casting skills that your father taught you. went!?"
"Evil sword?"
Luo Ming's eyes looked at Luo Yan for the first time at this time. His eyes were lifeless, either dull or icy cold, but they didn't contain any human emotion.
"The sword is not strong enough."
Luo Ming suddenly felt something out of his arms. Hong Jiu and the others took two steps back and assumed a defensive posture. The sword just went silently and killed about twenty people. If I encounter this sword, I don't know how to prevent it, my scalp is numb.
However, Luo Ming did not attack, but took out two glass vials.
Luo Ming slowly uncorked the bottle and poured the stored blood in the two vials onto the blade.
Suddenly, a faint blood-red glow appeared on the sword. Compared with Luo Ming's candlelight, it is darker and more ominous.
Chapter 125 The sword is not covered with dust
Blood dripped on the sword, but did not fall to the ground. It was as if several blood snakes were cruising on the dragon pattern on the sword body, but they didn't slide down to other places. Every time it reaches the dragon pattern, it stops, and about two-fifths of the dragon pattern is dyed blood. It seems that it is embedded in the sword and becomes part of the blood dragon pattern.
After the sword was quenched with blood, a faint light like blood mist enveloped the sword. Lined with the blade of the dragon's head, it was like an angry dragon sloshing out of the sea of blood.
The subtle trembling of the blade formed a weak, but clearly audible, high-pitched whistle. She was sobbing, as if she was longing for something.
The body instinctively gave the answer. The warriors felt their hearts beating wildly, and the blood rushed back, as if they were about to burst their heads.
This sword wants blood.
It is the blood of warriors.
"What an ominous sword." Master Mianhua has always been calm, but at this moment he can't help but frown.
"Master misunderstood."
Luo Ming's tone was relaxed, as if he was a friend reminiscing about the past, and he didn't realize that the words were wrong.
"This sword is by no means an evil and ominous thing. It is called Diyuan Longtu, and it is the work of someone from Luo. It will be the sword master of the world." blood awn. It seems that there is nothing in this world worth his thought except this sword.
Luo Yan could see that something was wrong with his brother. Even if he acts in a wrong way and forgets the teachings of his ancestors, he will not be able to change people. Luo's famous words are true. According to the truth, he has never been a person who speaks like this.
"What's going on, is he under evil?"
Shen Yiren also understood that this must have something to do with the sword. A pair of eyes looked all over the venue, and saw the shadow of a person from the casting room where the door was cut open, shouting loudly.
"Southern Border Poison King, a man and a man, don't hide his head and show his tail. Get the girl out!"
Seeing Jiancheng, the Poison King was about to stand on the wall to see the truth of the legendary sword, when he was suddenly called by his name. He didn't panic, he smiled sullenly.
"Don't talk about being big or small. This old man is also your grandfather's father. It's your turn to be a hero."
Shen Yiren just wanted him to speak. Since the goal was achieved, he did not argue with him: "What the hell is going on with Luo Ming and this sword?"
"Hehehe, this sword is his Luojian Villa's collection of rare gold in the world. It took several years to hollow out the Luo family's old bottom. He also had to resort to external forces from the northern Xinjiang and used the magic sword that the ghost and mythical creatures finally forged - Di Yuanlong. slaughter.
The heart of this sword is that of a real dragon, but it has long been stained with filth. It is placed in the highest place of sword intent in the world, and has been cultivated for twenty years. It is the most cold and yin in the world, and the most violent thing. He made the sword with this thing as the heart, and the filth on the heart of the sword was naturally transferred to the sword.
He still remembers that he used blood to quench the front and did not chop you into pieces immediately, which can be regarded as his profound cultivation. If it were someone else, I'm afraid that the desire to kill could no longer be suppressed, and the blood would flow into rivers. "
Shen Yiren didn't expect him to give such a detailed explanation, and sneered.
"You talk so much, aren't you afraid of being a talkative crow and calling you the master?"
The Poison King sneered: "Luo Ming has never been the master of the old man. Look at him now, can he still hear the old man's words? How can it be bad for me. As for you, it is not much different from the dead. Knowing some secrets, it is also No problem."
Sure enough, Luo Ming stared blankly at the dragon sword condensed by the blood mist, and he didn't seem to hear a word of the poison king's words.
But words such as blood, death, and sharpening had already entered his ears.
Luo Ming seemed to have recovered from the dazzling beauty of Jianfeng.
"Quenching the front... Quenching the front with blood... There are still three people left."
He slowly scanned the crowd. Those who were stared at by those dull eyes were all heartbroken. The fear of prey that seemed to be targeted by a lion suddenly rose from the body.
In the end, his eyes stayed on Luo Yan. Luo Yan looked at him without letting go, but it was difficult to stop the wild beating of his heart.
Luo Ming showed a dull smile.
"Good second brother... I don't know your martial arts, how many points are left?"
Inferring from his words, Luo Er Ye, who roughly understood what was going on, said angrily: "Even if there is one point left, you will be punished by the beast!"
Luo Ming's expression showed a little disappointment, but it returned to normal immediately.
"Try it, it's okay..."
The blood-colored Jinghong swept past, and Luo Ming slowly drew back the big sword. Staring at the blood beads above, he was still muttering.
"Am I right?"
Luo Siming's voice suddenly resounded through the ring: "Second Uncle!!"
Luo Yan's chest suddenly burst into a big rain of blood, and no one saw how the sword just happened. Luo Yan has slowly collapsed.