Bold Witch, Don’T Hurt My Husband

Chapter 186 This sword is good

The atmosphere on the school grounds quickly reached a climax, with people drinking and eating meat. It was like a large party, but more like a farewell party.

Every time they go to the front line, they will get together like this. In normal times, if they encounter such a situation, those who don't need to go to the battlefield will come over for a drink. Those who come are guests, and everyone has a lot of fun.

Those who can come back will also set up another table in the city to comfort those who have not come back.

If there is no one missing from all of them, then it is great joy, and it is worth celebrating. If none of them come back, then a friend in the city will hold a banquet on their behalf to comfort the heroic spirits.

But this time there is obviously something different. The whole army is on alert, which means that there are no people left behind, and there will be 100% casualties.

It's just that no one knows whether he is one of the casualties. If that is the case, then each of them will have a big show.

Among the people present, taking their team of 100 people as an example, at least 20 to 30% had just been transferred from the human domain, that is, Jiang Country.

This means that they also have little battlefield experience and are still new recruits. Veterans who were born and raised in ominous places are slightly better.

Jiang Country also has a city here, and a large number of people have accepted the so-called special means to become soldiers, and some have even started a family here.

With such a group of people together, as long as there is an encounter, unless the difference in strength is too great and they are in a crushing posture, otherwise, there will inevitably be casualties, and those recruits who are only at the Gold Core level are the most dangerous A group of people.

The old man in gray robe and linen was holding a crude sea bowl, holding his shiny crutch in his arms, looking at the people around him, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Senior, what are you thinking about?" Xia Fan on the side gestured with the bowl of sea, then took a big sip and asked with a smile.

The old man took a small sip, sighed and said softly: "I'm thinking about my old friends from the past!"

"I haven't been to the battlefield here for many years, and I haven't even had a drink with so many people for many years!"

"I didn't expect that after so many years, this place is still the same as before. It hasn't changed at all, but the people around me have changed from batch to batch, and there is not even a single old friend."

Hearing this, Xia Fan's heart sank. He had already guessed that many of the old man's old friends had died in the battle. Otherwise, his expression and tone would never have been like this.

"Then senior, I have to cut off a few more heads this time, otherwise wouldn't it be a loss?"

"That's natural. I don't expect much. Just chop off five heads, and then I can go see my old friends!" the old man said with a smile.

And he only felt that the old man was too conservative. As long as the Chuchen Sword Cultivator of Ten Thousand Sword Mountain did not encounter a situation that was too much higher than his own, in this kind of fighting between two armies, he should be able to kill more than ten aliens. It's not difficult.

However, he did not refute, only affirmed: "Senior said whatever you said, you should always be strong, five is not enough, five hundred is fine!"

Hearing this, the old man laughed: "Five hundred heads, not bad, the young man is ambitious, old man, I will fight for it!"

Then the two of them looked at each other, smiled, and drank from their bowls.

There were wild sounds of laughter and laughter all around, and there were even some Kun sisters in some teams, who looked extremely excited in this place.

Especially some young soldiers, when they saw such a beautiful woman in their team, they couldn't help but start to show off their talents. They even took out their weapons and practiced sparring in pairs. They didn't use their spiritual power and relied solely on their physical skills. Attracting everyone to do better again and again.

At this moment, the old man in gray clothes and linen clothes suddenly looked at him and whispered:

"Have you ever practiced swordsmanship?"

Xia Fan was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head in embarrassment: "I have practiced for some time, but I am not good at it, and I am not as good as my seniors!"

Although he said this, the old man showed a meaningful smile and said:

"The disciples of Ten Thousand Sword Mountain may not be able to master the Sword Intent, and they don't have enough practice?"

"You kid, you are so awesome. I think you are born to learn swordsmanship. If you devote yourself to learning swordsmanship, you may not be able to get a glimpse of the realm of the sword god in the end."

In response, Xia Fan shook his head repeatedly: "Senior, you are joking. The upper three realms are already out of reach for me, let alone the realm of the Sword God."

He is no longer the newbie he was in the past. He usually follows Mo Jingchun to brag and knows a lot more things. At least he knows that the Sword God Realm is Red Dust Immortal, and even his wife has not reached it. Not to mention him.

So he only thinks that this is the old man's encouragement to him, just like the elders in his previous life would say to him when he was young, Xiao Fan will be a big boss when he grows up, and he will be promising. Just listen and don't take it too seriously.

"How can you be so unambitious at such a young age? It's impossible!"

"Where's your sword?"

Hearing what he said, the old man seemed a little reluctant and couldn't help but ask.

Xia Fan shook his head, took out the black-striped spear, stuck it on the ground and said with a smile, "I'll use this now!"

Looking at the gun in front of him, the old man couldn't help but frown. Logically speaking, the Demon Sect disciples didn't have any requirements for weapons. It all depended on their convenience. After all, they relied on secret techniques.

But when he saw that the person in front of him had no spiritual power at all, and the physical power was surging in his body, and he had the Sword Intent in him, he should use the sword anyway.

Otherwise, wouldn't the Sword Intent be wasted?

"To be honest, senior, my sword was broken a few days ago, but I haven't found a sword I like yet, so I can only use it for now. It's better than empty-handed."

The old man sat aside, stroking the crutch in his arms, nodding his head and looking at the back of Xia Fan's right hand and whispered softly:

"That's it, but your sword is indeed a good sword. Unfortunately, it doesn't drink enough blood and kills enemies a little bit. It's sharp enough, but its killing intent is a little lacking. Fortunately, you understand the direction of the sword, and you also know why. Holding the sword, I just lack some time and experience, not bad!"

It seemed like he was talking about swords, but in fact he was evaluating the sword power on the back of Xia Fan's hand, which was also the power of enlightenment.

When he heard this, Xia Fan was suddenly shocked. He felt as if he had been stripped naked and looked at completely.

And from the old man's gaze, the shadow of the small sword on the back of his hand trembled slightly, as if he was jumping for joy.

‘Exalted person? It doesn't look like it. If you are an expert, why do you come here? Could it be that he is here for himself? That's not right. Not many people know his whereabouts now, and he doesn't have any grudge against Ten Thousand Sword Mountain. ’

At this time, a series of questions were swirling in his mind, making him a little overwhelmed.

Perhaps seeing his defensiveness, the old man chuckled, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous, and then threw the crutch in his arms over.

"How about you take a look at my sword?"

Xia Fan subconsciously stretched out his hand, and his hand suddenly felt heavy. This seemingly light crutch was actually much heavier than his foot-long black-striped spear, and the longer he held it, the heavier it became. It soon exceeded a thousand pounds.

Although it was no problem to hold it with his strength, he still couldn't stop his surprise. You know, the original Death Sword weighed less than a hundred pounds, but why was it so heavy?

"Senior, this."

"Look first and then talk!" the old man chuckled.

Hearing this, Xia Fan held one end of the crutch and made a sword-drawing gesture with both hands, but the crutch did not move at all. Then he exerted force, and a huge force of tens of thousands of pounds in his body acted on it, but there was no reaction at all.

Even the quick fine iron is almost deformed by him at this time. There are only two situations in this situation, either, he is not strong enough to pull out this sword, or, this is not a sword, this old man is teasing He is playing.

"The sword moves freely and you control it with your hands. It's inferior. Besides, you can't control this sword. I want you to take a look at it and look at it carefully!"

In response to this, Xia Fan, who didn't know why, emitted his spiritual consciousness, but he couldn't get into the crutch at all.

At this moment, the shadow of the small sword on the back of his right hand trembled slightly. From the back of the hand, from bottom to top, the Sword Intent came into view. The next second, an ordinary iron sword appeared in Xia Fan's eyes. .

The long sword has no sense of beauty. Not to mention the swords worn by Izumo, Mo Jingchun, Li Shangxuan and others, even his broken mortal sword was more than a little bit prettier than this sword.

The sword body is three feet three feet and two fingers wide. It is gray and dark. There are even scratches on the sword body, which proves that this sword must have experienced countless fierce fights.

But he didn't feel the slightest edge, Sword Intent, or even spirituality.

You know, the sword cultivators at Ten Thousand Sword Mountain all hide swords in their bodies and cultivate their sword spirits, but the sword in front of him is like an ordinary sword. If he couldn't even pull it out, just throw this sword in front of him. He might not even be willing to bend down to pick it up on the ground.

"How about this sword?" the old man asked again.

Xia Fan couldn't see any clues, but he still said: "What a sword!"

In response, the old man chuckled and said: "Life is divided into four realms, hearing the Tao, knowing, seeing, and attaining the Tao."

"You are now in the first stage of hearing the Tao, which is already good!"

"How about giving this sword to you?"

Hearing this, Xia Fan quickly withdrew her Sword Intent and respectfully handed the crutch to the old man:

"Senior, no, this sword is extraordinary. How can this little boy, He De, be so favored? Moreover, the war is about to begin, how can I let senior lose his sword?"

Although the old man in front of him looked harmless, he was definitely not in the world. He was sure that he was even a senior expert.

As for why they came here, he didn't dare to ask, but he felt that the old man seemed to have no ill intentions, and even revealed a free and easy temperament in his words and deeds.

"Hahaha, yes, I still have to use it to kill enemies, but don't worry!"

After that, the old man took the crutch and placed it between his legs and continued drinking.

Seeing this, Xia Fan thought for a while and asked:

"Senior, what is the name of this sword?"

You know, all spiritual swords have their own names. Even the mortal sword he had at the time was given a name simply for the sake of being classy.

Although he didn't find spirituality in the sword, it didn't mean there really wasn't any. Maybe he couldn't find it.

"A sword is a sword, what do you think?"

(end of this chapter)