The seventh of Beidou is called Yaoguang.

If you follow suit, you will be auspicious; if you go against, you will be defeated.

Yaoguang is the courage of an ordinary man. He is unparalleled in bravery, and he is a very evil blade. The sword master is angry and the world is covered with white silk.

---Commentary on the Supreme Twelve Artifacts: Seven Stars Shaking Light, Hidden Tower.

Chen Qiu looked at the knife in front of him.

The knife is three feet and six inches long.

The blade is wide and like a crescent moon, which is conducive to chopping.

The knife is engraved with the Beidou inscription, the blade is cold and has an unparalleled sharp edge. It can cut gold and jade, and it can also destroy the army and kill the enemy.

Just after looking closely, a murderous aura came from the snow-white blade, which made Chen Qiu's eyes sting.

It was like a peerless swordsman standing in front of him.

While he was looking at the swordsman, the swordsman was also looking at him coldly.

"This thing is the most treasure of Chu. It is said to have been cast in the Warring States Period. Because the princes at that time used swords as their identity symbol, the swords were not liked by others, and it was difficult to wait for the elegant hall. After Qin destroyed Chu, their whereabouts were unknown."

Behind Shen Qiu, on the edge of the pool, Yaoqin with a veil said softly:

"According to the notes of my ancestors, the second time the Yaoguang Knife appeared was a descendant of the Chu State. The overlord Xiang Yu competed for power with the Han lord Liu Bang.

The King of Western Chu held a treasure sword and ran around the world, but did not practice the king's way, and eventually ended up committing suicide by slashing his own throat in the Wujiang River. It is said that Xiang Yu, who was the bravest in the world, committed suicide by using this shaking sword.

Since then, Baodao has been missing again.

Three hundred years ago, the founding monarch of the former dynasty, led this sword to Xiaoxiang, fought for power in troubled times, swept the world and conquered the Chu Kingdom.

In order to correct its roots and trace its blood relationship, the Shaking Bright Sword was used as a treasure trove of national treasures and hidden in the Yanjing Palace."

Speaking of this, Yaoqin's tone became a little more depressed, she said:

"It's a pity that the descendants of Emperor Gaozong of Chu could no longer control Yaoguang. After Zhao Hu usurped the throne, he had been searching for Yaoguang among the people, trying to use this knife to prove the orthodox of the Southern Dynasty.

But the man who usurped the country was not worthy!”

Yaoqin snorted disdainfully, and she said:

"Today, I will bring you to meet this Seven-Star Shaking Light Knife, and I want to find a sword master for the Shaking Light Knife to protect Qingqing, the last Chu blood descendant."

"Do Qingqing know?"

Chen Qiu asked.

As soon as he asked, he knew that he had asked the wrong question.

Qingqing girl didn’t even know her own life experience, so how could she know the existence of the Shaking Light Knife?

"I heard from Uncle Hei, who has been guarding this sword for many years, that this shaking sword is extremely fierce and cannot be used by a brave man who is the best in the world. As long as ordinary people touch the sword, they will be repelled by the fierce aura."

Yaoqin looked at Chen Qiu with a little concern, and she reminded her:

"It is a spiritual thing, and it is said that it can also choose its own master."

"Is it so idealistic?"

Chen Qiu complained, and he looked at the knife in front of him and asked:

"Miss Yaoqin, do you believe in such a legend in the world? Could it be that there is a spirit in this knife?"

"What is that?"

Yaoqin asked in confusion, and when Chen Qiu shook her head and said nothing, she expressed her guess.

She said seriously:

"I actually don't believe in the saying that the sword chooses the master, but I have seen from some ancient books that during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, many immortals who practiced and achieved enlightenment walked in the mortal world. Even now, there are legends about immortals and immortal relationships from time to time.

I guess the reason why the Shaking Light Sword is so spiritual is probably because it was not forged by mortal forging masters, and it is very likely that it comes from those immortals who practice.

If it was forged by immortals, then there are all kinds of magical features of this shaking sword, which is naturally understandable."

Chen Qiu pursed his lips.

Yaoqin's guess reminded him of another thing he had seen.

The dark Chengying Sword in the hand of the mountain ghost.

No, it should be called Chengying Taoist.

He touched the sword jade in his hand again. In the sword jade dream, there was still the mysterious old Taoist illusion who was controlling Chengying.

Yes.

Chen Qiu's heart moved.

There were immortals in this world a thousand years ago!

This point has been proved, whether it is Qingqing's statement or the adventure of Shan Gui.

Even the martial arts of the world are now derived from the downgrade of those immortal techniques. Since there is a true immortal, what is there to be a peerless sword that can communicate with the psychic master in front of you?

"I have even used Chengying."

Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the sharp blade that emitted fierceness in front of him. He seemed to be able to feel that the knife was sarcasticating him, and he said softly:

"You may not be more powerful than Chengying... it is much colder than you."

"Bang"

A sharp knife energy was stimulated from the shaking sword, hitting Shen Qiu's feet, and the water in the stimulating pool swayed everywhere.

The Shaking Light Knife seemed to be angry, and the gusts of wind that were like tigers roaring echoed in the cave.

This thing is indeed spiritual.

Yaoqin saw this strange scene, and her big eyes were full of surprise. Uncle Lu had also tried to hold a knife before, but this scene did not appear.

She was about to ask when she saw Chen Qiu turn around, raise his left hand in front of her.

His face was serious and his eyes were full of stubbornness.

He said:

"I Chen Qiu, and today I made a vow in front of the Seven-Star Shaking Blade."

"From then on, I will protect my sister Fan Qingqing for the rest of my life with this body and life. If there is any danger, I will add my body first. If I want to hurt my sister, I will first step over my Shen Qiu remains."

"If there is any violation, I will die under the sword of the shaking light!"

"Su Jia Yaoqin, prove my oath."

"The sky and earth are the sky, prove my oath."

"The yellow spring is falling, and I will prove my oath."

"All ghosts and gods prove my oath."

This vow was so swift that Yaoqin had no time to stop it. She saw Chen Qiu turn around, raise his left hand, and place his five fingers on the hilt of the Shaking Blade.

His oath, and the last sentence.

"The psychic shaking light, prove my oath!"

"Wow"

When the words fell, it was like water falling from hot oil. At the moment when Shen Qiu's fingers and the shaking sword came into contact, the violent knife became soaring into the sky, blowing Chen Qiu's long hair and ponytails into flying.

The invisible sword energy shot out from the sword's buzzing sharp blade.

It was like a swordsman slashing his sword, causing waves around the pool to stir up like a strong wind.

"Swish"

Yaoqin's face was rubbed by a knife light, and she almost avoided her cheeks, but the gauze on her face was split into two.

There are also shaking the top of the head, the fan in the hand, and the earrings in the ears are cut open in the dancing sword light, as if they were being dragged into a storm caused by endless sharp blades.

Yaoqin was so scared that she retreated repeatedly and retreated into the mountain passage.

She lay on the edge of the cave, touching the slight scars cut on her round cheeks, her big eyes full of worry.

Chen Qiu stood in front of the shaking knife.

His left hand was tightly clutching the hilt of the Shaking Blade. The sharp and manic intention of the knife was used to break his clothes and cut his skin into pieces.

Although it was not serious, the blood oozed out, dyeing Chen Qiu's cheeks red, which looked really terrifying.

Chen Qiu felt like he had been thrown into a Category 10 hurricane. Although he was still standing there, the feeling of being blown around by the strong wind and having nowhere to stay was really bad.

He could feel the pain of the skin being cut open, and the shaking knife trembled in his hands.

This fierce object roared faintly, just like an untamed beast in the mountain, who wanted to use his fierceness to force Chen Qiu to let go of it.

The fierce aura rushed into Chen Qiu's body like a rolling tide. The true qi in his body collapsed at the touch and was easily cleaved by the fierce aura. There was pain everywhere in Shen Qiu's body.

It was like a barbaric army siegeing cities and plundering the ground, causing Chen Qiu's blood to be disordered, just like the devil in a martial arts drama.

His throat felt fishy and a wisp of blood was spewed out when he opened his mouth.
To be continued...