Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

The City of Buried Swords is within the alien territory.

There is still a hundred miles away from Dawn City, the new anti-Xia Alliance outpost.

There are two reasons why the original name was abandoned and it was named the City of Buried Swords.

The first layer, as the name suggests, is where swords are buried. What is buried is the sword.

In the center of the City of Buried Swords, there is a huge alien bone spirit sword that reaches the sky. Its sword body has turned rusty red over the long years, as if it was wrapped in a thick layer of iron filings.

Even so, no foreign race dares to underestimate it.

Any foreign race that dares to approach within ten miles of the Buried Sword City will become its dead soul under the sword.

In the city where the sword is buried, this strange bone spirit sword is buried.

On the second level, the existence of this city is like a sharp sword buried in the alien territory, making them feel like it is stuck in their throats.

Hence the name of the City of Buried Swords.

At this time, on the outskirts of the City of Buried Swords, two figures, an old man and a young man, were walking towards the lonely city.

"It's truly spectacular. This alien bone spirit sword is much bigger than I imagined."

"That was the alien sword spirit formed by Shen Zhongxia after his sudden death and the fusion and alienation with the dying contract spirit. Of course, it cannot be treated with common sense."

"Mr. Bing, can you try the parting wine you mentioned when we get to the City of Buried Swords?"

"Whether you can taste it or not depends on whether you are proud enough."

"My face?"

The old man and the young man walking in the suburbs were Bing Lao and Han Zhan.

When he heard Bing Lao's last words, Han Zhan pointed at himself in shock.

He has never been to the City of Buried Swords at all, so how could he have any dignity?

But Mr. Bing didn't say anything. He just smiled and continued to move forward.

A total of three days had passed between the two of them starting from Fulong City and seeing the outline of the City of Buried Swords.

There were no unexpected situations along the way, and all dangers seemed to have disappeared.

Just as the two continued to move forward, a figure appeared in front of them.

The man was wearing a dark blue burlap jacket and trousers that exposed part of his calf. He looked a bit like a farmer in the fields.

On his back, he was carrying a python that was seven or eight meters long. Its long tail dragged on the ground, and its scales rubbed against the ground, making a rustling sound.

Wherever he passed, a long mark was dragged out on the land behind.

"Intoxicated!"

When Mr. Bing saw the other party, he spoke first and shouted loudly.

The rough man opposite didn't seem to expect to hear someone calling his name in this wilderness, and was stunned for a moment.

He turned to look at the place where the sound came from, and saw two figures, an old man and a young man.

Shen Zui rubbed his eyes.

"Are you... Li Tugui?"

"Li Tugui, didn't you go to Fulong City to be your Heavenly Stem Bing Zi? What are you doing here?"

Being able to call each other by their first names, Shen Zui and Bing Lao are more familiar with each other than I thought.

Han Zhan thought to himself, and his drunken eyes had also fallen on him.

"Who is this? What do you want to do here?"

At this moment, Shen Zui saw the jade pendant on Han Zhan's waist, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Then, a smile suddenly broke out on his face and he held Han Zhan's hand enthusiastically.

"When did you come here? Are you tired from the journey? Do you want to drink some snake bone wine to replenish your body?"

Han Zhan was a little baffled by Shen Zui's sudden enthusiasm.

Mr. Bing took advantage of the conversation and continued to ask: "Did you just hunt this sixth-order mysterious python?"

"Naturally." Under Shen Zui's warm invitation, both of them followed him and continued walking towards the City of Buried Swords. He continued, "Recently, the alien race has become active again, which is an advantage for me. "

The radiation range of the Alien Skeleton Spirit Sword is ten miles. Beyond ten miles, aliens will occasionally appear.

For ordinary people, the alien race is terrifying, but for Shen Zui, it is a good material for making wine.

"Such a mysterious python can at least make me a big vat of snake bone wine. I'm really lucky today!" At this point, his drunken eyes fell on Han Zhan involuntarily.

The three of them walked into the City of Buried Swords.

When Han Zhan approached the City of Buried Swords, he clearly felt a powerful spiritual energy wave sweeping past him.

This feeling is like being watched and scrutinized from beginning to end, without any secrets.

But after scanning, the feeling of being watched disappeared.

Han Zhan felt this strange, but he keenly discovered that Shen Zui and Bing Lao, who had entered the radiation range of the Alien Skeleton Spirit Sword with him, did not react at all.

Shen Zui could also explain why Mr. Bing didn’t react at all?

"Why did you come back this time? Don't make fun of me again." After Shen Zui saw that the two of them had successfully entered, the smile on his face became much brighter, and he turned to ask Bing Lao.

Bing Lao pointed to Han Zhan on the other side.

"For his sake."

"What's his matter? Indeed, it's time to make a careful calculation. He's already so old." Shen Zui touched his chin and said something incomprehensible.

Han Zhan was confused, and a pattern of a black man's question mark face flashed across his head.

Before Shen Zui could finish speaking, Mr. Bing pointed at the giant alien skeleton spirit sword in the center of the city where the sword was buried, which was too big to be ignored.

"He wants to get the sword bones."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Zui stopped abruptly.

He emphasized his tone and asked with a sudden change of expression: "What did you say?"

"I said, the purpose of our trip is to get the sword bones of the Alien Skeleton Spirit Sword for him, as the basic spirit bones for him to break through to the seventh level."

"By the way, I forgot to introduce you formally. His name is Han Zhan. He is my brother's student. He is also the new leader of Daxia and the deputy leader of the Anti-Xia Alliance."

A bunch of titles popped out of Mr. Bing's mouth, and he was intoxicated but not bluffed.

His face still had that serious and complicated expression.

"Does Gongyang Jin know about this?"

"Otherwise? Do you think that anyone can snatch things from her hands?"

After hearing Mr. Bing's confirmation, the expression on Shen Zui's face softened slightly.

But soon, he continued emphatically: "Even if she agrees, it won't work!"

"The Alien Skeleton Spirit Sword is the meaning of the existence of the Bone City, and it is also the last thought left by Shen Zhongxia to us. Taking away the sword skeleton also means that it will completely die and will no longer exist in this world. exist."

"I can't make the decision on my own in this matter."

When Shen Zui said this, he raised his head and looked at them, especially focusing on Han Zhan.

“Since you’re here, are you coming here empty-handed?”

Han Zhan: "?"

I’ve never heard that people who come to the City of Buried Swords have the habit of giving gifts?

However, he still took out a lot of snake bones, dragon bones, and tortoise shells from the Sumeru Ring, stuffing Shen Zui's hands full.

Isn't it just a meeting gift? piece of cake.