The night passed quietly, the sun rose lazily from the eastern sky, and the broken golden sunlight gently spilled the earth where the moisture had not dissipated, awakening a new dawn.

It's just sunny after the rain!

A beautiful rainbow appeared in the light gray sky. Fang Xuan, who had just raised his eyes, felt a little dazzling. He raised his white palm and blocked it in front of him, but there was still a colorful stream of light passing through his fingers and sprinkled on the handsome face that was a little lazy.

"Ha~ Where am I?!"

Fang Xuan yawned lazily, supported his hands, straightened his exhausted body, and glanced at the stranger's surroundings in a daze.

This is a bush forest, with no tall trees around it, and even a wild beast was not discovered, unlike the soul beast forest of distant times.

After a night of bloody battle last night, Fang Xuan was exhausted and he didn't remember where he followed the old madman. He only knew when he stopped, and he fell asleep without saying a word.

Because he is so tired!

After sleeping soundly for a night, my physical strength has recovered a lot and my energy has been energetic. Fang Xuan's physical condition has improved significantly.

"By the way, where is the old lunatic?"

Fang Xuan's eyes swept around, but he didn't find the old madman, and muttered: "It's probably dead, that guy, I helped him solve so many enemies in the Martial Spirit Hall yesterday, why don't you give me some compensation!"

Rust, rust...

A sound of the shaking leaves of grass sounded, and the old madman with disheveled hair came from the depths of the jungle, staring at Fang Xuan with a smile, and said, "What compensation do you want?!"

"Oh, you're not dead!"

Looking at the old madman sitting next to him, Fang Xuan's eyes lit up, looking a little surprised. The old madman's hiddenness and terrifying strength shocked him.

Who would have thought that ordinary blacksmith would be a powerful titled Douluo!

"Why don't you give me one hundred and eight million gold soul coins?" Fang Xuan touched his chin, looking like a little citizen, and became petty.

"Haha, a prince of the Heavenly Fighting Empire is still short of money? Is it okay to have some promising prospects?" the old madman cursed with a smile.

"Tsk, I am a prince, I am worthless. That emperor has never given me a bronze soul coin..." Fang Xuan said lightly.

"Okay, don't cry and be poor, because I'm poorer than you!"

The old madman stared at Fang Xuan calmly, spread his hands and said, "I don't want money, I won't give it to you if I want it, and... I didn't ask you for help!"

This old guy must have seen the sword!

When it comes to scoundrels, they are comparable to Comrade Li Yunlong!

Fang Xuan's mouth twitched violently. It seemed that it was basically impossible to pull the feathers from this iron rooster.

He sighed with regret, his head leaned towards the rock behind him, and inadvertently saw the scarlet demon sword inserted beside the old madman, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

This is a rare magic weapon in the world. Its terrifying power is obvious to all. Last night, the old madman used this knife to kill Xue Douluo with just one knife, which was extremely domineering!

"Hehe, it's okay if you don't have money, so let me try this knife!!"

Fang Xuan crawled and ran to the old madman, staring at the blood-red demon sword with some jealousy, couldn't help rubbing his palms, and couldn't wait to reach out to touch the demon sword...

"Bang!"

A thick palm covered with calluses slapped, directly knocking off Fang Xuan's right hand that had just stretched out.

The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan lightly and said in a deep voice: "Little madman, this knife is not something you can bear now! If you touch it randomly, you might die!"

"Is it as evil as you said? Just say it if you don't try it, just stingy! Tell me~" Fang Xuan couldn't help but curl his lips, and he glanced at the demon sword reluctantly.

For a swordsman like him, this demon sword is simply the supreme treasure he has always dreamed of. It is one level higher than the white sword Wuying he is using now. It is a weapon that only a level 100 god has.

"Hey hey hey, old madman, where did you get this knife?" Fang Xuan stared at the demon sword and asked curiously.

"Picked up on the ground..." the old madman said lightly.

"Huh? Really, I'll try my luck and pick it up some more!" Fang Xuan was excited and ready to rub his hands.

"I won't tell you..."

"grass!"

Fang Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't realize that this old guy was actually a little mean!

Fang Xuan felt very regretful when he failed to touch the demon sword. He sat cross-legged in front of the old madman without saying a word, staring at the demon sword with both eyes!

After a while, the old madman raised his head, his deep eyes poured through his messy gray-white hair on Fang Xuan, and said, "Do you really try this knife?"

"Forehead……"

Fang Xuan was stunned at first, then showed a hint of joy, and nodded seriously: "Yes!"

"Okay, let you have a good time today and try the power of the magical artifact!"

The old madman smiled and finally agreed reluctantly. He reminded him seriously: "But I have agreed in advance. If there is any accident in your knife test, I will not be responsible!"

"Tsk, don't scare me, just a knife, can you still eat people?!"

Fang Xuan rolled his eyes, ignored the old madman's intimidation, and felt expectation and excitement in his heart. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the demon sword...

"Little madman, use your eyes to see the vastness of the world!"

Looking at Fang Xuan holding the demon sword, the old madman's eyes were deep and he murmured quietly.

boom!!!

The moment Fang Xuan held the demon sword, countless domineering murderous auras rushed from the demon sword, as if hundreds of thousands of sharp blades were pierced through him, his body was torn apart and his soul was crushed. He couldn't help but wailing in pain.

At this moment, Fang Xuan seemed to be in a murderous vortex of thousands of troops, his weak body was torn apart, and even his spirit was directly collapsed.

Too strong!

It's really too strong!

Is this the power of the god level?

As if awakened from a nightmare, Fang Xuan's heart was shocked, his face twisted in pain, and his right hand holding the demon sword exploded on the spot. This murderous aura was so terrible that the mortal body could not bear it.

He was unwilling to give up, and his teeth were tightly blew open, leaving only Bai Sensen's right hand, still holding the demon sword tightly, and refused to let go.

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and insisted. While using Jiuxin Begonia to repair his injuries, he sank his consciousness into the demon sword. Under the murderous aura that ruined the world, he refused to give up...

“Good toughness!”

The old madman noticed this scene and nodded with a smile.

boom!!

It took me a long time until I got a little closer to the terrifying murderous aura in the demon sword. Fang Xuan's mind roared, the world changed in vain, and the world in front of me was quickly shattered.
Chapter completed!