"It has been waiting in this dusty arsenal for more than twenty years, and it is indeed necessary to go out and stroll."

After all, people with secondary ranks inheritance have a taste of Showa.

but.

What he said is indeed correct.

If weapons become decorations one day, then they will have no meaning of existence.

"I'll try."

Li Xiang did not make up his mind because of Taro Nagayama's "touching" speech, took the evil-patterned remnant cloud cut and slowly pulled it away from the sheath.

bass--

With a sound full of crisp rhythm, it sounded.

The snow-white long blade appeared in front of Li Xiang, reflecting the light of the sun.

“Wow…it’s a bit pretty.”

He blinked, and the long sword in front of him had obvious patterns on the body, like loose clouds, and like twisted ghost heads.

There is no doubt that this is pattern.

"The swords and swords in the arsenal are basically made of steel by Lord Jianling, and this one is no exception."

Taro Nagayama explained thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "The knife is very heavy? His hands are shaking."

Li Xiang pulled the corner of his mouth, "How is that possible! You don't believe it, it's shaking itself. Has it been put for a long time, the opening between the knife and the blade becomes bigger?"

"It's maintained every day! It's normal for the blade to shake your head, but the frequency of your head is wrong, and the handle of the knife is shaking as well."

Taro Nagayama felt inexplicable, "Show me?"

The knife was handed over.

"No, isn't this within the range of engagement?"

Taro Nagayama shook, not shaking like this in Li Xiang's hand.

"is that so?"

Li Xiang took it, and the evil pattern of the sacred cloud began to shake again.

this……

He opened his mouth, thinking that he was afraid that he would not have telepathic interactions with him like in some martial arts.

But it's not right, why doesn't he feel anything?

"Ah! I get it!"

Taro Nagayama showed a sudden enlightenment.

Then.

Under Li Xiang's confused look.

He made a strange gesture and shouted softly, "The sword is sharpened by the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!"

As soon as this sentence came out, a silver light flashed in the shadows, and a long sword appeared in front of the two of them.

The one-eyed eye on the sword bell and the azure sword spike behind it are extremely eye-catching.

There is no doubt.

This guy's troublemaker was the same swordswoman in the morning.

"It's you! Come and make trouble again!"

Taro Nagayama grabbed the sword spike at it with a angrily voice. Li Xiang was shocked and stepped back, thinking that he would be controlled.

But it didn't.

Taro Nagayama frantically swung his body like a handful of plastic toys, and then threw it out of the window.

"Come on the trouble again! I will let Lord Jianling beat you up!"

He shouted at Feiyuan's single sword sheath.

And after it left.

Li Xiang realized that the evil pattern of the remaining clouds was no longer shaking.

"This is the end..."

"I'm really embarrassed. This guy is used to being lawless and comes to do pranks again."

Taro Nagayama kept apologizing.

Li Xiang waved his hand, "It's okay, but what's the situation with the ancient poem just now? The mantra of summoning the single sword sheath?"

"This is because of its personal hobbies."

Taro Nagayama felt a little embarrassed.

"In modern times, there are more ways to contact the outside world, and the elves have more information to contact. This guy prefers ancient poems related to swords, and also likes martial arts..."

"I understand."

Li Xiang didn't understand where he had watched "This Killer Not Too Cold" three hundred times, and the roaring tiger who loved gangster films and gangster films.

There are so many strange elves in this world.
Chapter completed!