It’s all Shura field!

It is rumored that the Fenghua Sword is the sword of the God of War. After the death of the God, the Fenghua Sword also fell into the mortal world.

After the Fenghua Sword fell to the mortal world, it accidentally used its divine power to protect a child who was caught by a wolf in the deep mountains and dense forests.

The child's parents were hermit masters. When they saw their child being saved by the magic sword, they immediately swore to protect it for generations.

This is the ancestor of our Yanlong clan. It has been almost a thousand years since he was passed down to me.

Zhuo Yuan sighed softly. This is also the origin of the relationship between the Yanlong Clan and the Fenghua Sword.

The Flame Dragon Clan has lived under the protection of the Fenghua Sword's divine power for generations, and not only has their hair color and blood undergone special changes.

"The Divine Sword is a Divine Sword after all. Even if it has fallen into the mortal world, it still has the mission of protecting everyone."

Song Qingbai sighed. Compared to the Wuwangxie Sword, it was simply much better.

"That's true, but mortals cannot control the power of the Fenghua Sword. Over the past thousand years, many clan leaders of the Yanlong Clan have wanted to use it as their life sword, but in the end they all returned empty-handed."

Zhuo Yuan looked at the dragon beast's heart calmly. He had never seen the true form of Fenghua Sword. He had only seen its shadow in the illusion.

"Zhuo Yuan, have you ever tried to take the sword?"

Song Qingbai looked up at him. With his special bloodline and the dragon beast's approval, it should not be difficult for him to take the sword.

"I have never had the intention to take the sword."

"Why? Aren't you the leader of the Flame Dragon Clan? The divine sword is right here, and you don't even have the slightest hesitation?"

Song Qingbai was surprised. If it were someone else, they would have come up with many solutions long ago.

"That's not the case. It's just that I'm not good at swordsmanship. If such a sacred sword were in my hands, I'm afraid it would be put to shame."

Zhuo Yuan said calmly that he had always been accompanied by dragon beasts since the day he was born, so he could naturally feel the sword energy of the Fenghua Sword.

He just felt that there was a different feeling between him and the sword, a feeling that he couldn't describe.

Therefore, he gave up the idea of ​​taking the sword.

"Fenghua, listen to this, it's not that Zhuo Yuan doesn't want to look for you, but he's worried that he's not worthy of you.

Who would have thought that after a thousand years he would have become so timid. And you are still stuck in the past, why bother! "

The dragon beast spoke slowly. Over the years, it had already regarded the Fenghua Sword Spirit as a friend.

Seeing its pain and stubbornness, it is clearly just a sword, but it has grown a heart.

"Let me think about it. I have been hiding in your heart for many years. I have had enough. Let's see how sincere Song Qingbai is."

Fenghua Sword Spirit was still stubborn, but in fact, he was already very excited when he heard the conversation between Zhuo Yuan and Song Qingbai.

I wanted to fly over to him immediately and seek his comfort.

"hehe"

The dragon beast grinned, looked at the Fenghua sword spirit that seemed eager to rush out, and said nothing more.

"Zhuo Yuan, can you try to take the sword?"

Seeing Zhuo Yuan staring at the dragon beast's heart in a daze, Song Qingbai spoke directly.

"Me? Didn't you ask to take the sword yourself? Why do you want me to do it?"

"Just kidding, but can I borrow your spiritual blood for a bit?"

Song Qingbai had a smile on his face, his fox eyes sparkling with water as he stared at Zhuo Yuan without blinking.

Zhuo Yuan suddenly felt his face burning red, and asked in a very unnatural manner.

"what are you up to?"

"Nothing, just some intuition, that is, to summon the Fenghua Sword, your blood is quite useful."

Song Qingbai said mysteriously, because she had just contacted the system secretly again.

It turns out that the Fenghua Sword is willing to guard here for a thousand years, which shows that it has a deep bond with the Yanlong people, just like the moment it fell to the mortal world.

The holy sword always chooses its own master. Before that, it will always follow the master of the previous life and never betray him.

After the system's reminder, and considering that Zhuo Yuan had said that his blood was special and that the blood of other people in the Flame Dragon Clan was not the same as his.

Therefore, only Zhuo Yuan's blood can save the dragon beast and keep its heart healthy.

Various signs indicate that Zhuo Yuan's identity is so special that even he himself may not have discovered it.

But it’s also good this way. Song Qingbai wants to borrow the sword. She has extraordinary talent and improves quickly.

And Zhuo Yuan was indeed just as he had worried, his cultivation talent was not as good as Song Qingbai's.

"Since you saved the dragon beast, why not help you a little?"

After the test in the illusion, Zhuo Yuan became more certain of Song Qingbai's character, so even if the magic sword was in her hands, it would not endanger innocent people.

It would be better to let her take the sword and put it to good use.

"Thank you."

Seeing Zhuo Yuan's quick movements and cutting his finger directly, Song Qingbai's expression became more serious.

She sat cross-legged, forming seals with her hands, and a lavender light wrapped in bright red blood went straight into the dragon beast's heart.

“Fenghua Divine Sword, listen to my call, the evil demons are coming, help me with my magical powers, and be driven by me.

Song Qingbai swore an oath here, holding the sword to slay the evil, and protecting the peace of Shenwu Continent. Even if he died nine times, he would not regret it..."

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind formed in front of him, and Zhuo Yuan had to take two steps back. Then he saw a powerful summoning spell formed in front of Song Qingbai.

This formation was strange, something he had never seen before.

After summoning many times in a row, Song Qingbai couldn't help but sweat on her forehead. This was the magic sword summoning spell she learned from the secret book.

Not only does it require strong spiritual support, it also requires a firm mind and strong spiritual awareness.

"Host, can you still hold on? I see that this Fenghua Divine Sword does not recognize you! If you continue like this, I'm afraid your spiritual power will be exhausted. You'd better stop it quickly!"

It should be that Song Qingbai's spiritual power faded too quickly. The system noticed something was wrong and quickly spoke to dissuade him.

"Ruyi, I must borrow the Fenghua Sword. Haha, I won't give up until the last moment. In ancient times, Liu Bei visited Zhuge Liang three times, but I only summoned him once."

Song Qingbai raised his brows slightly, strengthened his spiritual power again, and raised the summoning technique to a higher level.

This time, the whirlwind in the magic circle was even faster, but after a long while, there was still no sign of the magic sword.

Zhuo Yuan stood aside, and seeing that Song Qingbai was a little unstable, he knew that she was forcing it, and he couldn't help but start to worry.

"Song Qingbai, you... you'd better not force it. Fenghua is a divine sword and it won't recognize its master casually."

"Thank you for the reminder, but I, Song Qingbai, am not someone who will give up easily."

Hearing Zhuo Yuan's words, Song Qingbai smiled and turned his head to the side, then took out a few bottles of elixirs from his space ring and swallowed them directly.

He used his spiritual power once again and raised the greeting technique directly to a higher level.

"You are really stubborn..."

When Zhuo Yuan saw blood flowing from the corner of Song Qingbai's mouth, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he sighed again.

Song Qingbai didn't respond and continued to cast the spell. The next moment, Zhuo Yuan next to him couldn't bear to watch it anymore and came to help.

Not until both of them were almost exhausted did the shadow of the Fenghua Sword slowly appear in the magic circle.

Song Qingbai's face lit up with joy. Just as he withdrew his hand and was about to fall, he was held in Zhuo Yuan's arms.

"I knew you would help..."

Seeing Zhuo Yuan's face slightly red, Song Qingbai smiled slyly and turned to face the Fenghua Divine Sword in front of him.