From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"come in!"

The door opened, and Dasqi walked into the warehouse with ease.

Then he walked to a weapons rack and picked up a rectangular sword box from the rack like a treasure.

"This is a good sharp knife that I collected for 50 kilograms. You can try it and see if you can use it."

Dasqi has the habit of collecting famous swords, but she does not want to possess them, but she does not want them to fall into the wrong hands.

Of course, to be able to give famous swords as soon as they meet, apart from the fact that she already has two fast swords, Oiyu and Huazhou, her background in Lengkong Rogge Town and her navy status are the key.

To be honest, she is considered a senior Leng Kong.

"A good sharp knife works for fifty times?"

"Famous weapon?"

Leng Kong reached out and took it, holding a sword flower in his hand, feeling light and airy.

After living in the navy camp for a year, although I did not actively collect intelligence, I had a supernatural hearing and passively learned a lot of information.

He has also heard of the famous sword.

"That's right."

Dasqi nodded seriously, "Knives have famous names. They are divided into three levels: "Supreme Great Quick Sword with Twelve Skills", "Great Quick Sword with Twenty-one Skills", and "Good Quick Sword with Fifty Skills". The one with the lowest value is also Over ten million!”

"In addition to quick knives, there are also various ghost knives and demon knives."

"And this one is the "dust removal" among the fifty skills of a good and quick knife!"

"Pick up the ashes?"

"What a shameful name!"

Leng Kong stretched out his sword with his arm: "I just don't know if I can withstand my power!"

"Um?"

Seeing Leng Kong's slashing action, Dasqi's sword-crazy attributes exploded instantly, and he took the initiative to step back a few steps to give Leng Kong room to test his sword.

As a senior, she also wanted to see if Leng Kong was worthy of her famous sword!

laugh.

He raised his arm and swung it down quickly, causing strips of white mist to rise in the air under the terrifying brute force of the cold sky.

Click!

Kaka

Before the slash was completed, the blade broke into several pieces halfway.

"Famous weapons are not pure either!"

Leng Kong shook his head in disappointment when he saw that the tens of thousands of famous weapons in Dasqi's mouth were broken in his own hand.

This is why he never draws a knife.

If you cut the knife before you hit anyone, all the force points will be lost, right?

"It's broken?"

"Just one swing and the famous sword broke?"

Dasqi looked on and wiped his glasses hard with an expression of disbelief.

Looking at Leng Kong's "grabbing ashes" with only the hilt of the sword left in his hand, it becomes even more unacceptable.

This. This is a good sharp knife with fifty skills!

It is a famous sword that all swordsmen dream of, although it is only ranked at the bottom of the list of famous weapons.

But there are only 50 of them in the world!

This. This is scrap metal?

"A good knife is indeed too brittle"

Leng Kong threw the knife handle on the ground and looked at Dasqi expectantly.

"Are there any sharp knives that are one level higher?"

"It would be better if it was a supremely sharp sword."

"Quick knife?"

"You want the supreme sharp knife?"

Seeing the famous knife broken into several pieces and "picking off the ashes", Dasqi's heart was bleeding and her voice became harsh.

"There are not many supremely sharp knives left in the world. If you want one, you'd better just dream!"

"Forget it"

Leng Kong shook his head, not disappointed at all: "It's okay not to want such an impure thing as a knife!"

"Impure?"

"You said it was impure?"

These words made Dasqi, who was a sword fanatic, unable to bear it any longer. His body tensed up and he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, wanting to kill this bastard with a knife.

Not only did he break his famous sword, but he still disliked it in person?

Can people be so disdainful?

"Um,"

Leng Kong said matter-of-factly: "You can't even withstand the power of slashing. Isn't the purity low?"

"If you want to be recognized by me, you must at least be able to withstand my power, right?"

Leng Kong looked at Dasqi's flushed face and suggested:

"Sister-in-law Liang, remember."

"Everything outside the body is impure!"

"You have to rely on yourself to be strong, because the true core of strength lies in yourself, not in external things like swords!"

"Wrong sense!"

"If two people have the same physical fitness, would you say the one with a sword is stronger? Or the one with bare hands?"

But Dasqi obviously didn't think so, and even her voice was trembling with anger.

"And you are still a swordsman, yet you demean a famous weapon like this!

"That's because they are not truly strong!"

"As for the swordsman?"

"It's just a false reputation, I never care!"

Leng Kong shook his head. He accepted this title not because he was really a swordsman, but because the other two titles were too embarrassing.

I had to choose the taller one from the short ones and choose one who was relatively easy to listen to.

"Then there is nothing else suitable for you except the black knife."

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't cut his colleagues, Dasqi would have drawn his sword.

Otherwise, this muscle monster is just too arrogant.

"Black knife?"

"What the hell?"

"How did I not hear it being said?"

"The black sword is not a toy, but the highest level of a famous sword."

"One of its characteristics is that it is hard enough, no matter how strong you are, it cannot be broken!"

"Well, this is not bad."

Leng Kong became interested: "My eyes glanced at the densely packed weapons lined up in the warehouse: "Are there any here? "

"Haha. What do you think?"

Dasqi laughed angrily at Leng Kong's words.

"A good and fast sword with fifty skills can only be found but cannot be obtained, let alone a black sword with the highest rank?"

"And the black sword cannot be forged directly."

"But it requires the master to continuously inject his own will, obsession, and domineering spirit to cultivate it, and finally complete the transformation!"

When talking about "transformation", Dasqi's eyes were full of longing, but she only knew that this was just a delusion and it was impossible to realize it.

Because there are currently only two black knives in the world!

One is the sword of the legendary dragon-slaying warrior, the sword god Ryoma, Qiushui!

The other is the sword of the world's greatest swordsman, Hawkeye, Night!

Others as powerful as the admiral or the four emperors have not succeeded in tempering, and it is even less possible for her to be a mere school officer.

"Yunyang?"

Leng Kong looked at the standard steel knife hanging on his waist and said thoughtfully: "That can be played for fun."

"just you?"

"And this navy-style long knife?"

"Ha ha."

"Are you trying to laugh me to death?"

Dasqi was stunned by Leng Kong's whimsical thoughts.

She cut open the muscular monster's head to see if it was full of water.

If black knives were so easy to forge, there wouldn't be only two in the world.

"Then you choose!"

"Although theoretically, all knives have the potential to turn into black knives, there are still basic requirements for texture."

"I'll leave first."

Afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would be tempted to draw a knife and kill this arrogant bastard who did not understand common sense, so Dasqi dodged.

"You don't need to tell me this, I will also choose someone who can be fucked."

Seeing that he was the only one left in such a huge arsenal, Leng Kong didn't pay attention, but started rummaging around with interest.

Isn't it just a dish?

Is it difficult?

With its own purity, everything can be plated with paste!