[Chapter 945: My Sword, Don't Give It!]

Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, his eyes were blazing, and he also looked up and down at the famous young man in the Seven Nights of the Vermilion Bird, without fear of "color", and nodded slightly.

"Your Excellency is the Northern Heavenly Dragon, known as the Dragon of the Seven Nights?"

The young generation, the strong masters, the young masters who are close to the realm of gathering the heavens, and the dragon of the Vermilion Bird Seven Nights, the North Heaven One Dragon, also have many exclusive titles.

Feng Ziyue killed Beitian Yihe and Beitianguang, and took the Beitian Black King's note, and the grudge between him and the Beitian clan is very deep, it can be said that he is endless, and Beitian Yilong came to him for trouble, which is a matter of course.

"Humph!"

Beitian Yilong spewed out two cool breaths from his nose, "Since you know me Beitian Yilong, you still dare to attack the people of my Beitian clan?"

"Among the Beitian clan, the masters are like clouds, but you are not the only one in the Beitian ......"

Feng Ziyue was-for-tat, and did not answer Beitian Yilong's question directly, but he did not give in at all.

——The masters of the Beitian clan, but not only the Beitian Yilong, among the masters of the previous generation, there are also several people who gather in the middle of the heavens, Feng Ziyue is not afraid, how can he be afraid of you Beitian Yilong?

Beitian Yilong's expression was awe-inspiring, his eyes were like knives, and he stared at Feng Ziyue deadly.

After a long time, his tense expression gradually relaxed, turned his head, sat down slowly, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it.

"You can kill my clan uncle Bei Tianguang, which shows that your martial arts are not weak......"

Beitian Yilong suddenly spoke, raised his head, and in his eyes, there was a bit of sharp light.

"It's just a fluke. ”

Feng Ziyue was calm, and sat down with Nangong Min on the other side, naturally someone also brought wine and food, he sipped indifferently, without any panic, and the tone of his answer was also extremely calm.

Beitian Yilong snorted coldly, and his gaze turned to the saber on Feng Ziyue's waist again.

"I heard you use a sword?"

"With a sword. ”

"What sword do you use?"

"My sword came from the sky, in situ stubborn iron, naturally generated, and made the sword body, so the name is born. ”

Feng Ziyue's wrist flicked, took off the natural sword sheath, and put it in front of him, only to hear the sound of Zheng Ran, the famous sword is sharp, and it cannot be moved lightly.

"Good sword!"

The pupils of the Northern Sky Dragon contracted suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be stimulated by the sword intent, his silver hair fluttered, and a red light appeared in his eyes.

This sword looks ordinary and nothing remarkable, but most people know that it was with this iron sword that was not amazing, Feng Ziyue slashed the eternal long song Chi Yanxing of the Northern Heaven One Crane, and cut off the seventh-grade Hundred Desolation Cold Iron Sword in the hands of the Northern Heavenly Light.

The mystery of this sword has not yet been evaluated, but the people of the Suzaku Seven Nights have also accepted the power of this innate sword.

Beitian Yilong seemed to be able to see the beauty of this sword, and a pair of bloody eyes and the sword blade moved uncertainly, which made Bisi in the sword very dissatisfied.

"This damn 'pervert' wolf, why do you stare at other girls like this, I hate it!"

She complained to Feng Ziyue, but she couldn't help but shout.

Fortunately, I received a set of shark skin sheaths not long ago, otherwise, I am afraid that she will not be self-conscious.

Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, put away the innate sword, but heard Beitian Yilong snort, and in his voice, he seemed to be a little disappointed.

"Feng Ziyue, I like this sword very much, can you give it to me?"

——No one expected that Beitian Yilong's next sentence would be so.

"If you obediently offer this sword, in this ancient world, I will not worry about you for the time being, spare your 'life', and when you go back, you can find the protection of the Yan Ye Temple, and then I will come to you to compete!"

His eyes burned with greed.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

Beitian Yilong wanted to find trouble with Feng Ziyue, and everyone expected it, and even they believed that as soon as these two people met, it must be the thunder that stirred the earth, even if it was like the Peacock Dynasty Xiu Yasha saw Feng Ziyue at the beginning, even if the two immediately made an appointment to go out of the city for a decisive battle, it would not surprise everyone.

But I didn't expect Beitian Yilong to start with a fierce momentum, and after two sentences, the words changed, but it was like Feng Ziyue taking a sword with him!

Even, he was willing to give up the opportunity to trouble Feng Ziyue in the ancient world for this sword!

What's going on?

"Is this sword powerful?"

"It shouldn't be bad to be able to cut off the seventh-grade spirit sword, but the Northern Heaven Dragon is the pride of the sky, where can he be so shallow?"

"Do you want to find a step and everyone step down?"

There are many dangers in the ancient world, if the two of them have their own hearts, when they explore the ancient world, it is inevitable that there will be discord, and it will be out of control at that time, so if there is a grudge, it will be solved in the city of illusion.

Could it be that Beitian Yilong's move was to follow Feng Ziyue to reach a temporary peace agreement?

"Impossible!"

There are also those who are categorically opposed.

"Carrying a sword with you, what a precious thing, today's people, although they don't talk much about sword people, sword death, but it is impossible to let people easily, Beitian Yilong put forward this request, Feng Ziyue will never agree!"

"If you don't agree, then you're going to fight?"

There was a lot of discussion among the people, all waiting for Feng Ziyue's reaction.

"Don't give it to him!"

Bisi was born with a sword and jumped her feet, "This sword was forged by me, if you dare to give this bastard boy, I will fight hard with you!"

Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, and he patted the sword body lightly to show his comfort to Bis.

Of course, he couldn't hand over this innate sword.

Since getting this sword, he only feels handy, and the induction and tacit understanding between human swords are gradually improving, and he even feels that this is a sword that can be used in the future.

The sword, although not the only and life of the swordsman, is his dignity and face.

If you can casually give the sword in your hand, no matter how ordinary the sword, to others, this person will definitely not be a good swordsman.

Only by being honest with the sword and heavier than the sword can we taste the three flavors of the sword heart and find the peak realm of the sword intent.

"Prince Beitian, in the ancient world, there is really no intention of conflict with you, if you can coexist peacefully, then this exploration trip can be described as very fortunate. ”

"However, don't think that I am afraid of your Northern Heavenly Prince's martial arts - on the contrary, I am looking forward to fighting with Northern Heavenly Prince. ”

Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, raised his head, his gaze was calm and calm, and met the gaze of the Northern Sky Dragon.

The momentum of the Northern Sky Dragon is in full swing, his silver hair is fluttering, his eyes are blood-red, and under the suppression of his momentum, few people can say anything to refuse.

- Because refusal means turning the face and death!

"My sword will never be given to anyone. ”

"Don't dream anymore!"

Feng Ziyue's voice was calm and quiet.