"No...no...no...no!"

The cavalry surged, and in front of the intertwined eyes, a man named Elend teared his hair and skin, trying to keep the frost that had faded from him. Occasionally, he raised his sight and looked at the sword that was inserted not far away in front. The blackness in his eyes faded, and bloodshot again, his body shaking, and he walked two steps towards the opposite side.

"Give it back to me...return it back to me..."

On the other end of his vision, the cloak was caressing her. Xia Yi smiled and stretched out his hand. In the sound of begging, he held the sadness of frost stuck on the ground. The moment he pinched the hilt of the sword, his left eye suddenly had a deep black spread.

The next second, the snow-drinking knife on his waist burst into the buzzing of the blade, magnifying in his ears.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz...

The palm of Xia Yi's shoulder held by him loosened and took it back, but for a moment, the memory of the sword body had been recorded by him.

Infection with the disease...

The wound cannot heal...

curse……

Frostbite soul...

Dark erosion...

Awaken the dead...

...Killing a relative.

The ability of weapons passed through Xia Yi's mind. This sword was not like the weapons he had obtained before. For example, Tang Heng's sword, its own martial arts, or Fang Tian's painting halberd and Qinglong sword, which had a clear context to follow.

But this Frost Sadness has no martial arts, but only provides the first four negative abilities in the sword body and attack, giving the enemy all kinds of irresistible and magic-like abilities.

The last two, one can be used to actively resurrect the dead corpse and fight for the sword holder, and the last one, made Xia Yi's previous worries finally come true.

That was a piece of content, which was left in Xia Yi's mind for a moment.

Kill the father who is standing in front of you, take over him, and become a stronger man.

"What a good weapon..." Xia Yi had no way to describe this sadness by frost. He had never played that game, but had read some information. Overall, he was glad that he did not use it on Earth.

"Son of Elend, it seems that you killed your father for this sword, right?"

Xia Yi held the hilt of the sword again. This time, the ability of the heart of the weapon was activated, suppressing the sword body and tempting magic that made people fall into depravity.

Bang!

Xia Yi pulled out of the ground, held it in his hand and weighed it twice, threw it suddenly, and drew it across the sky and landed in front of Ellend.

The latter looked at the sword lying at his feet with hesitation. When he raised his gaze, he heard Xia Yi's voice sound there.

"Pick it up and then, fight me."

Alande quickly bent down and grabbed the weapon in his hand. The strength returned. Frost climbed up his hair, his face, raised his head and took a deep breath, and then let out a mouthful of white mist.

"This is what you said, weapon master Xia, don't regret it!"

“I said it.”

Xia Yi pulled out the snow-drinking knife at his waist, as if he felt the consciousness on the sword opposite him, and the ability to be possessed gradually woke up. As the snow-white blade slowly retreated out of the sheath, bricks and stones on the street below burst inch by inch.

The moment the tip of the knife waved with a light sound, Xia Yi's cloak, half of his body, rose up, and a circle of twisted ripples spread out under his feet, blew away the broken brick and stone fragments, hitting the doors and windows of nearby streets, smashing a deep sunken pit.

The night wind blew across the long street, and the strong wind blew in the face. Alande held the sword and climbed the frosty face and cracked the corners of his mouth: "Then let me try it with my sword!"

The magic of the sword body swallowed his reason, and the power of bewitching seemed to urge Arend to kill all the enemies standing in front. When he saw the momentum spreading on the opposite side, he raised his hands with Frost Sadness, sided on his right shoulder, and took a step.

Every time I took a step, the cold air was entrained with a black breath spreading on the ground, and then, my feet suddenly exerted force and pushed my body out.

Slap the slap…..

The sword breeze was running wildly, and the sword breeze roared and slashed with the might of cutting the enemy. However, Xia Yi on the opposite side only raised his arm, raised his knife lightly, blocking the sword breeze he had slashed, and a slight sound of Mars flashed between the two weapons.

Alande looked opposite him and saw a piece of white that shone on Xia Yi's left eye.

The next moment, only the figure holding the knife in his right arm was simply pulling it horizontally, the blade pressed against the sword, and a series of Mars flashed wildly in the darkness.

The powerful force pressed on Elend's arms in an instant, and the muscles tensed to the extreme in an instant. The feet crushed the streets and fell into stone chips. Then, the whole body was moved backwards, and when the gully was cut out of the feet, it hit the mount behind it with a bang.

The riding beast makes a mourn-

During the impact, the chest and thick neck were broken, and the push-up Arende smashed to the ground. The Tatasian cavalry were frightened and avoided. Looking at this scene, no one dared to step forward. At the same time, because of the death of the marquis, some people knew who did it. Such acts of killing their relatives made them feel ashamed.

Now, look at me, look at you, no one wants to go up.

In front of the broken mount corpse, Alande got up in a mess. The power he had just swung away from the knife, and when he looked at it again, his face changed.

"Impossible...why...why can't beat you..."

All around, the soldiers were retreating and distanced themselves from him. Alande turned around and looked at them: "You... betray me?"

Before the soldiers could reply, footsteps came over behind Alande. He hurriedly turned around. In front of his vision, Xia Yi was drooping with the snow-drinking knife, his face as quiet as water, but the open white eyes made people shudder.

"Whether the weapon is powerful or not depends on who is using it, you..."

Xia Yi's voice was deep and extended, "...... It's just a child waving a weapon for adults."

The foot that took the lead, as the words fell, suddenly took a step forward, and a knife whistled out with the sound of the wind.

The magic sword. The love is broken!

In front of Arend's eyes, the blade burst into light, as if it had spread the black around it. It was a martial arts and inhuman power that everyone had never expected.

The sword light surged, carrying a terrifying momentum, falling down like swallowing the sky and killing the earth.

boom--

The front slashed on the ground, and the bricks and stones shattered and splashed to both sides. The cold light that bloomed on the blade seemed to have life, extending forward and becoming huge. The cavalry retreating, the soldiers rushed into the surrounding buildings frantically, and Alande, who was standing there, rushed forward facing the flying sword light.

No blood was splashing out, and the cold and cold light was cut directly from him, spreading backwards. The houses and hard rocks that were touching were cracking in an instant, the earth and rocks collapsed, and the buildings were thundering, splitting in half, some collapsed, and some stood still in their cut state.

The sword light took the shape of a half-month, pushing the mills all the way with devastating destruction. Any buildings that were touched along the way were cut open, and countless people were screamed, the sound of the collapse of the building, and the turbulent sound of the noise of the night sky.

Xia Yi inserted the knife into the sheath, and the red patterns on his arms were closed.

He walked to the front, came to his standing body, took off the frost sadness in the other person's hand, and the moment he crossed his shoulder, he spoke: "It's a waste to hold it in your hand."

A "ho" sounded dry in Alande's throat.

There were red lines on the forehead spreading across the bridge of the nose, lips, chest and neck... In an instant, the body hissed and burst into pieces to both sides, blood and internal organs spread across the ground.

The chaos in the city continues.

The cold light of half a month hit the wall of the ring-shaped arena in the city, and a huge gap broke out before it disappeared into the air.

Inside, the crouching slaves first looked at the gap in the wall in horror, and someone reacted among the rocks and bricks that fell from the broken wall.

"free--"

It was a tender and hoarse girl's voice shouting.
Chapter completed!