Chapter 92: God-Slaying and Dragon-Slaying Sword
"Brother, tell me. If you don't tell me, how do you know I don't understand?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qing'an immediately became angry. How could this be possible? He suddenly stopped talking halfway through. It was like the climax of an article and then the author suddenly stopped talking. It was so annoying.
"You certainly don't understand!"
Feng Qingping was very sure, as if he saw through Feng Qingan.
“Brother…”
"Don't ask me. If I don't want to tell you, do you think you can find out?"
“…”
Feng Qingan was speechless.
"Where did you get this outfit? It looks good!"
Feng Qingping changed the subject and became concerned about his younger brother's clothes. He could tell the material at a glance because he had a similar and better set.
"It was given by the one in Qingmang Mountain!"
Feng Qing'an finally understood why the mountain god sent him such a set of clothes for no reason. When he taught the Black Mountain Breathing Method before, he also talked about the cause and effect, but today he didn't mention it at all .
"I see !"
Feng Qingping nodded and said nothing more.
"Is there anything wrong with my clothes?"
Feng Qing'an did not give up at this moment and asked again.
"You're dressed very nicely, there won't be any problem!"
"That's good!"
Feng Qing'an was immediately relieved. Since his elder brother had spoken for him, there would definitely be no problem.
After these words were spoken, the two brothers were speechless for a moment. They could only hear the sound of the carriage crushing the snow and the crisp friction sound of the horses' hooves hitting the ground and colliding with the armor plates.
"Brother, your sword looks pretty good!"
Feng Qing'an quickly broke the silence in the carriage, and his eyes naturally shifted from his brother to the sword in his hand.
It was a plain long sword, of ordinary style, without any gorgeous decorations. The scabbard was crimson in color, and looked a bit strange, as if it was made of some precious wood. There was a faint fragrance emanating from it, filling the carriage.
"Can you show it to me?"
Feng Qing'an's eyes showed an eagerness to try. There are few men who are not interested in swords and weapons, and Feng Qing'an is no exception. This is true regardless of age.
"Um!"
Feng Qingping casually handed the sword in his hand to Feng Qingan, as if it was just an ordinary sword and there was no need to take it too seriously.
Feng Qingping looked at his brother's casual attitude and didn't take the sword too seriously. He stretched out one hand to take it. However, the moment his hand grasped the scabbard, he felt the astonishing weight of the sword, which far exceeded its plain appearance, and his arm sank slightly.
Feng Qing'an quickly grasped the scabbard with both hands to prevent the sword from falling from his hands.
“This sword…”
Feng Qing'an realized the extraordinary nature of this sword. With his current strength, he could even hold the ceremonial Fang Tian Hua Ji with one hand, let alone a mere sword that required him to hold it with both hands. The weight of this sword was not right.
His right hand grasped the hilt of the sword, but as soon as he grasped the hilt, many amazing scenes appeared in front of his eyes and flashed by.
A giant turtle as big as an island wailed in the lake. Its huge head suddenly broke off and fell into the lake. Waves swept across the sky, dyeing thousands of hectares of blue water red...
There was a bear as big as a mountain, standing among the mountains, roaring with resentment, but then, its body suddenly split into two, turning into a corpse in the mountains...
There was also a roc with wings as if made of fine iron, soaring above the nine heavens. Its cry was full of unruly and rebelliousness, but its final end was to be split into two along with the floating clouds in the sky.
There are even three hundred feet high mountains that, after a long time, have been inhabited by living beings and transformed into gods. Unfortunately, the mountain is covered with bloodstains and dotted with bones. In the end, the mountain's roots were connected and it was razed to the ground.
Finally, Feng Qing'an saw a dragon with scales as bright red as fire, winding and rugged horns, flowing and flying dragon whiskers, and except for the dragon claws under its belly that only had four toes, the rest of the dragon was exactly the same as a real dragon. It was perched on the mighty river, overlooking the world.
But every part of this statue exuded nobility and majesty, and he demonstrated what a perfect and powerful creature was. However, he eventually fell by the river, in the middle of the river that allowed him to perfectly display his magical powers and forbidden techniques.
In the last scene, Feng Qing'an saw that it only took a clear and bright sword light to kill the majestic red dragon. However, this sword light instantly pierced through the red dragon's reverse scales and killed it with one strike!
"You like this sword so much?"
A gentle and elegant voice of surprise woke Feng Qingan up.
"ah?!"
Feng Qing'an was so shocked by the many scenes he saw in an instant that he was unable to recover for a while.
Because he had a feeling in his heart that those powerful beings he had just seen, no matter which one it was, were all on the same level as the mountain god of Qingmang Mountain, and the red dragon he saw at the end was probably above the mountain god.
But these powerful creatures all fell, and were all killed by a single sword, without exception.
"If you like it, I'll give it to you!"
"good!"
Feng Qing'an, who was very excited, agreed casually, but the next moment, his mind was completely clear. He looked up at his brother in surprise.
"You gave me this sword?"
"Don't you like it? Take it if you like it!"
Feng Qingping said casually that the sword was not valuable. It was just an ordinary iron sword he bought from an ordinary blacksmith shop before taking the exam. It only cost him one or two taels of silver.
Although many people in the capital wanted to ask him for the sword, and were even willing to exchange it for a thousand-year-old sword , he did not agree. The reason was very simple. He did not like those people, so he did not exchange it. Those people were not worthy of using the sword he had held.
"How can this be so embarrassing?!"
Feng Qing'an couldn't hold back a smile on his face. Whether it was the weight of the sword or the scenes he had just seen, they were enough to show how extraordinary this sword was.
"Sorry, you can give it back to me!"
"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. There is no reason to take back what you have given away!"
Feng Qing'an hugged the sword in his arms. Since his elder brother gave him the sword, the sword was his and no one could take it away.
"When you take the sword home, put it away. Don't take it out for no reason. It would be bad if our parents saw it!"
"I know!"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help it and put his hand on the hilt of the sword. This time he didn't see any illusion, so he tried to draw the sword. However, as his strength gradually increased, the hilt in his hand remained motionless, so he realized something was wrong.
"Why can't I pull out this sword?"
"The sword is a gentleman's weapon. If you are not upright and unyielding, and would rather break than bend, you will naturally not be able to draw it. If you do not encounter injustice, unfairness, or injustice, why would you need to draw the sword?"
Feng Qingping glanced at Feng Qingan, who was trying hard to draw his sword, and said in a calm tone.
