Let the Villain Go

Chapter 182

The sword looked as gentle as the color of porcelain, the autumn water was generally bright, and when it was taken out of sheath, the air produced a wind, with a faint sound of sword sound.

Thanks to the ingenious design and the materials, it became exceptionally perfect. This fits in the hands of a peerless warrior. Wen Cheng caressed the lines on the hilt carefully, like treating a beloved lover, Gee, a tenth-order weapon that will maximize the inherited ability of the owner. If it is handed over to the saints with control attributes, whether it is fire, wind, or metal, it will be a human weapon. Isnt that right, vice leader?

Xin Ziming, the leader of the Qilin sat in front of him, did not show any excitement, but instead murmured, If it is a sand power?

Of course, the sand control is the same. For example, if this sword fell into Ye Peitians hands, he will almost be invincible. Wen Cheng was still in a state of excitement. He did not notice that the leader was not quite right, What? Is the customer a saint with the ability to control sand?

Ah, no. Xin Ziming responded, She is just an ordinary sixth-level wind saint, and her weapon is a set of double knives.

While saying that sentence, it seemed that a thought suddenly appeared in Xin Zimings mind. But that thought was fleeting, too late to catch that it quickly slipped away from his mind.

Only sixth-level? How did she get the tenth-level demon body? Old Xin, do we really need to do the delivery? Wen Cheng rubbed his hands. His eyes were bright. He was familiar with Xin Ziming and looked forward to his answer.

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Xin Ziming understood what he meant. Wen Cheng was a patient with severe weapon collecting addiction, and it was difficult for things to attract his interest usually. He was crazy about collecting various weapons. As long as there was a weapon he fancied, whether it was with snatching or robbing, he wanted to keep it in his corps, so that he could appreciate it at any time.

In some ways, he and Xin Ziming could be regarded as having the same mindset and got along very well.

Of course, it was not just him. Such a tenth-order weapon was a fatal temptation for any strong man, not to mention a person like Xin Ziming who thought there was no moral bottom line. But this time, he hesitated.

He remembered the figure standing in front of Feng Chengyus tombstone.

He was very keen on mental strength, and after thinking about it afterward, he was sure that the sadness revealed by the strange girl was true.

She was holding white flowers in her hands and carrying double knives on her waist. She had an inexplicable familiarity and kindness to him and easily trusted him.

Double knife?

No, double swords!

Xin Zimings eyes swayed, and tried to recall the look of the double knives he glanced at. Although the black knives looked ordinary and unremarkable. But there was a giant bell ringing in his heart, buzzing in his mind.

He once personally designed a dazzling black double knife, the tenth-order weapon and gave it to Ye Peitian. But in the later battles, Ye Peitian never used it.

At that time, he also had doubts in his heart. At this moment, he realized afterward that Ye Peitians usual weapon was not a double sword at all, but a single-handed sword.

Xin Ziming suddenly remembered having seen Chu Qianxun in Spring City. General Jiang claimed that she was his life-saving benefactor. At that time, there was a man beside her. The mans weapon was

It was the same low-end blue long sword!

Wen Cheng saw his leader, who had always been calm and steadfast, but was not at the moment. He suddenly wanted to understand what he was doing. He stood on the table, opened his mouth, and looked surprised, Whats wrong, vice leader?

Dont think about this sword. We cant afford to keep it, Xin Ziming stammered.

When the cold down from the north hit again, they reached the end of the year.

This was once the most lively festival of mankind in the golden age. Nowadays, most peoples families were broken, materials were scarce and survival was difficult. There was no strength to relive this once warm and lively festival.

This year was the first year of General Jiang as the new city lord of Spring City. At the beginning, some people still had doubts about whether the young city lord could stabilize the situation or not, but after the fight of destroying the devil cave and the catastrophe of the tenth-order demon, almost everyone was sincerely convinced by him.