Chapter 1043

The two of them, working together very early, stole all the royal tombs.

Now, open the coffin of a guy who died thousands of years ago.

There is no psychological burden.

Jun Aohan takes a look at the thick chain lying around him.

"Get out of the way."

Ye Qingli retreats obediently.

You haughty cold roar.

The cold air gushed out, forming an extremely powerful ice blade in the air.

Split into the air.

"Brush!"

"Boom!"

The huge coffin fell to the ground.

Until this time, ye Qingli found that the coffin was actually carved from a whole piece of jade.

She vomited her tongue.

"What a big pen."

The huge sarcophagus is like a piece of transparent crystal.

But there was only one dead bone left.

Even the most powerful warrior can't resist the attack of time if he doesn't break through the Ninth level.

As soon as Jun Aohan reached out, he opened the coffin directly.

Being blown by the wind, the pile of dead bones suddenly turned into ashes.

Inside, there is a long iron box full of rust.

"Zheng!"

Chixiao suddenly gave out the sound of a clear dragon chant.

You are proud, cold and thoughtful.

He picked up the iron box directly.

"Green glass!"

Ye Qingli takes Chixiao directly from under the coffin.

"Pa!"

The iron box in Jun Aohan's hand suddenly broke into countless pieces.

A dark red sword with a blood mark on it.

Appear in the hands of Jun Aohan!

With countless bloody threads.

As full of murderous gas from hell.

It makes people shudder at a glance.

And Chixiao in Ye Qingli's hand.

At this time, a dazzling light burst out.

Then, it directly from the hands of Ye Qingli, soared up!

Countless rusts flew out towards all sides.

What is exposed in the middle is a brilliant and golden sword!

It is carved with dragon patterns.

Stand proudly in the air.

Make a clear sound like a dragon!

There are also two ancient characters on the hilt.

Ye Qingli calls out in surprise.

"It's really Chixiao!"

"It turns out that Chixiao and Xuelian must meet before they can burst out their original light!"

The red sky of golden light and the red refining of dark red.

The two swords are put together in a totally different style.

There's not a single violation.

On the contrary, it seems to be that kind of coordination.

The expression on Jun Aohan's face suddenly becomes soft.

"What do you think of?"

"It occurred to me that there used to be a legend about these two swords in the Jianghu."

"What legend?"

"It is said that long Yuanzi, the master of sword casting in those days. He has two disciples, one male and one female. The two of them, who had been worshipped by master longyuanzi since childhood, loved each other very much. Then one day, master Longyuan decided to use his whole life's energy to forge two peerless swords. "

"To this end, he searched for all the rare materials in the world, and finally opened the furnace to cast swords. In the process of casting sword, it has experienced countless tribulations. The thunder is rolling and evil spirits are attacking. "

"Then, has his sword been forged?"

Ye Qingli asked nervously.

"In the end, it's not easy to make it. However, the gall of the two swords cannot be separated from each other. "

Ye Qingli knows that the last step in forging a sword is to separate the gall of the sword. Otherwise, it can't be forged into a unique sword.