Fang Shan was still thinking about how to describe the dream in polite and measured words, when the task prompt sound came in time.
Optional task one: No one has ever died since ancient times.
Optional mission two: Death means knowing that everything is futile.
It sounds like a rhyme, but the meaning conveyed is not very friendly.
The difficulty of self-selected tasks is usually lower than that of a task that runs through the entire plane. The two lines of poetry do not bring much trembling to people.
Wei Sushen: "Which one to choose?"
Fang Shan thought deeply and said, "Make up your own mind."
The voice-over said that if there is any trouble, don't say it was caused by him.
Wei Sushen raised his eyebrows and looked at him silently.
Seeing the story of last night's dream unfold, Fang Shan's mood improved slightly, and he said bluntly: "Actually, it doesn't matter. With the tools I gave you for self-defense, it's hard for ordinary people to do anything to you."
Wei Sushen recalled those two small beads with an unspectacular appearance. They thought they were worth a lot of money.
Sure enough, the next moment Fang Shan said: "Don't use it unless it is absolutely necessary. If you waste one, I can't even make up for it with ten hosts."
A system that is stingy with points and does not hesitate to give away props speaks for itself.
The corners of Wei Su Shen's lips also raised slightly, and he stopped asking about the situation in his dream.
When he couldn't see the difference, Wei Su carefully chose mission two. After all, the first mission looked like he was going to kill someone from any angle.
Mission: The sword god has fallen, and the Frost Sword has no owner again. Gain the recognition of the Frost Sword and become a new generation holder.
The Frost Sword is a sword that the Lord of the Palace of the Dead ordered to retrieve from the East China Sea. According to legend, this sword has a spirit, and all its previous holders did not die well. After death, resentment is attached to the sword, making it a real killer. The sword of cutting.
Fang Shan analyzed calmly: "The upcoming sword competition is the best opportunity."
Since it is a martial arts competition, it is inevitable to compete.
Wei Sushen: "This body's martial arts skills are average."
Fang Shan smiled and said: "One plus one is sometimes greater than two."
Wei Sushen looked at him, Fang Shan snapped his fingers, quickly skipped the second transformation spell, and turned into a sword in the blink of an eye.
Wei Sushen's eyes moved slightly: "Is it... a little too much?"
Fang Shan: "The Frost Sword is a sword stained with countless blood. If you want to defeat it, you can only completely suppress the opponent's momentum."
"Having said that..." Wei Sushen looked at the terrifying heavy sword on the ground and couldn't find any words to describe it.
The weight of this sword is at least dozens of times that of an ordinary sword. As the saying goes, a heavy sword has no edge, but the blade of this sword is as heavy as a hammer.
Wei Sushen took a breath and said matter-of-factly: "The practical consideration is whether I can move you."
The heavy sword rolled on the ground, and a crack opened in the ground: "If you are a man, you can't say no."
Wei Sushen said without any emotion: "Your weight exceeds the limit."
Fang Shan pretended to be indifferent and said: "If it's the Evil King, it will definitely work."
Wei Sushen stood up, as if he was deliberately lifting the sword, and said slowly: "It can be doubled in weight."
People who practice martial arts are already very powerful, and they were originally talented in martial arts, but it is a pity that they were wasted and not used on the right path. Wei Sushen held the hilt of the sword, frowned slightly, and lifted it hard to hold the sword firmly in his hand.
Holding a sword for a long time is a physical job. After initially adapting, Wei Sushen put the heavy sword on the table and took a rest.
The moment he let go of his hand, he heard a snap, and the round table broke into two parts in the middle because it could not bear the weight. The sword fell to the ground, and the solid stone bricks instantly shattered into pieces. The birds on the trees outside the house spread their wings and flew away in fright.
Fang Shan sighed leisurely: "Fortunately, it's relatively quiet here, no one lives nearby."
Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain such a big movement.
After saying that, the sword moved slightly sideways: "Help me up."
Wei Susheng just grasped the hilt of the sword, Fang Shan said: "Princess hug."
Wei Sushen said with a cold face: "Change back."
Fang Shan stopped as soon as she felt good, and instantly reverted to the image of a peerless beauty.
The master of the Palace of the Dead often held various gatherings, among which the sword fighting competition was particularly grand. Xu Shi and he wanted to take this opportunity to announce their fight for the martial arts leader, so they paid more attention to the martial arts competition.
In Fang Shan's view, this can also be regarded as a test to see the strength of each party.
On the day of the sword competition, Wei Sushen wore a black robe for some unknown reason. He originally wanted to match it with a bamboo hat, but Fang Shan stopped him: "Why do you have to cover your face?"
Wei Sushen really wanted to tell the truth, for example, he really couldn't afford to lose that person.
Then I thought about the artificial daily routine of the system, and put away this dangerous idea, using the excuse of being too exposed to the sun.
It was impossible for Fang Shan to transform on the spot, so he could only transform into a sword in advance. Wei Sushen took a piece of cloth and carefully wrapped it around it one layer from top to bottom, wrapping him like a mummy and carrying it on his back.
Fang Shan immediately became dissatisfied: "Why do you want to cover up my beauty?"
Wei Sushen replied calmly: "I'm afraid that the world will feel ashamed when they see it."
With a perfect answer, Fang Shan stopped picking and choosing and quietly played the role of a sword.
They arrived at the right time for such a big occasion, and Wei Sushen chose an inconspicuous seat at the back. The Lord of the Palace of the Dead also saw him and was confused that he was not traveling with the 'twin brother' today.
However, this curiosity was soon temporarily suppressed. The master of the Palace of the Dead was the host and had to entertain many people. Naturally, it was impossible to worry about a few unimportant people.
Wei Sushen sat silently under the tree. Fang Shan couldn't speak at this moment. He, who was originally taciturn, was completely trapped in the shadows. At first glance, he looked a bit scary.
The master of the Palace of the Dead went to pick up the sword box in person and opened it in front of everyone. A blast of cold air came to the face, and many swordsmen present flashed their eyes instantly. Some couldn't help but praise: "A peerless sword!"
The master of the Palace of the Dead made a surprising statement: "The sword will not become dusty until it meets the right swordsman. Whoever comes out on top in the martial arts competition later will get this sword."
There was a lot of discussion on the field. Everyone who wielded swords looked at the master of the Palace of the Dead with gratitude. The faces of the other three factions were not good-looking. Most of the swordsmen who came today were from rough backgrounds, but the strength of this group of people should not be underestimated. The best among them usually remain anonymous, but when they really take action, they can even fight against the leader of a big force.
The Lord of the Palace of the Dead clearly wants to achieve the purpose of recruiting by sending favors. They can stop it by themselves, but it will definitely make these swordsmen dissatisfied.
"Master, why don't you just steal it and give it to the most powerful swordsman?" A disciple offered advice.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was scolded as stupid: "A swordsman thinks he is noble, but if he does it too obviously, he will easily attract bad feelings."
The Lord of the Palace of the Dead sat in the main seat and behaved very gracefully: "You will definitely have no objection to the ownership of the Frost Sword being decided through a beating."
"nature."
"Can't be fairer."
“…”
In the echo, the people from Baihua Palace suddenly said: "If you don't get the approval of Frost Sword, it will be useless even if you win the first place."
A basin of cold water made many people sober up.
The power of the Frost Sword is well known, and accordingly, it is not picky about its owner.
"So you have to fight until you are convinced." The Palace Master of the Palace of the Dead said: "Although I am not a swordsman, I can barely suppress part of the evil nature of the Frost Sword. I will personally hold the sword in the competition."
Everyone looked at each other. His strength was probably among the top ten in the world. Who could beat him
The master of the Palace of the Dead saw their concerns and said calmly: "I only contribute eight points."
With this assurance, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
The already outstanding man stood on the stage with a sword, his appearance was heroic and dazzling. Even though he knew it was a piranha, many women's hearts still fluctuated for a moment. It is said that it is 80% of the strength, but the actual ability is only 75%. Firstly, the master of the Palace of the Dead is accustomed to using whips. Secondly, the Frost Sword has not recognized its master and cannot connect with his mind. It is useless to use it in a battle at this moment.
Under such favorable circumstances, there are naturally many people who take the initiative to challenge.
The master of the Palace of the Dead swept away one of them with his sword, and the longest one held on to the stage for half a stick of incense before finally collapsing due to lack of physical strength.
People who just had some unspeakable feelings towards the Lord of the Palace of the Dead because of their appearance have restrained themselves a lot. If they get married if they are not careful, they will be domestically abused, so forget it.
The master of the Palace of the Dead glanced around, and for a moment no one dared to look at him.
When it was so quiet, Fang Shan couldn't speak, so the sword shook, reminding Wei Sushen that he could come on.
The protagonist is to win his home court with glory when others are unable to do so.
Wei Sushen did not hesitate, got up and walked towards the stage. His appearance caused a lot of discussion, firstly because of his gender, and secondly because of his appearance. It is well known that the Palace of the Dead is strict about appearance, but it can tolerate such a person in its sphere of influence, which shows that this person has unknown abilities.
For such complicated reasons, there were only a few people who looked down upon him.
The Lord of the Palace of the Dead said bluntly: "You are no match for me."
Wei Su Shen: "What I want to defeat is this sword."
When the Master of the Palace of the Dead frowned and considered whether to throw this troublemaker off the stage, Wei Sushen was already ready to challenge. He slowly untied the cloth on the sword, and a black heavy sword suddenly appeared in the eyes of the world. .
"Then... that's a sword?"
"The material seems to be black iron!"
"The shame of the sword world..."
Swords should be light and flexible. Of course, there are people who prefer heavy swords, but it is a bit too much to do so.
Wei Sushen stood there motionless from beginning to end, unaffected by the comments at all. His wrist hurt from holding it for a long time, so he temporarily put the tip of the sword against the ground to share the force.
Soon, a large piece of the ground sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Onlookers: “…”
If the situation continued like this, the platform might collapse. Wei Sushen decided to fight quickly and drew his sword towards each other: "Let's fight."
The cold white and translucent Frost Sword was in sharp contrast to the invincible huge heavy sword. Because of the weight of the dark iron, everyone was worried that the Frost Sword would be bent.
The heavy sword seems to feel that it is not enough to show off, and it seems to be slightly swollen.
The Master of the Palace of the Dead looked grim, and the force of his attack became even heavier. The two were fighting on the stage, and the bystanders were staring at the two swords. For some reason, they always felt like they were three hundred swords apart. A fat man who weighs many pounds is beating a weak and pitiful little one.
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