Under Qin Fuyao's urging, Qin Hao walked to the back of the throne.

Now Qin Hao is in front of him seven heavenly crafts, also known as the seven swordsman of Qiushui, the strongest swordsman in the history of the Eternal Clan, also known as the seven swordsman of Qiushui.

Qin Hao was amazed when he looked at the seven holy swords at close range and couldn't help but praise him.

"Senior Qiu Shui is worthy of being the strongest sword-casting master of the Eternal Clan. He is an unprecedented and unparalleled sword-casting craftsmanship!"

Qin Hao stared at the seven holy swords for a long time, his eyes straightened, his throat joints swayed up and down, and he kept swallowing his saliva, just like when he saw Shangguan Ning take off all his clothes for the first time, his eyes were burning with indelible desire.

"Senior Fuyao, I really admire Senior Qiu Shui now. He is indeed well-known. These seven holy swords are full of details from the sword edge, the sword body to the sword hilt!"

Qin Fuyao was impatient and said coldly: "Don't talk so much nonsense. Didn't you threaten to tame the sword spirit? Are you timid and realize that you are bragging too much!"

Qin Hao is never timid, on the contrary, he is very brave, so Shangguan Ning and Avril will have maternity leave.

"Senior Fuyao, which of these seven holy swords is the most powerful?"

"How strong the sword is depends on the swordsman. However, if you have to compete, the sword of the Holy Way - Wuxie is Qin Qiushui's most outstanding work. It contains the ultimate power of the Holy Way, which can seize the fortune of all things and kill all evil spirits."

Qin Hao's eyes fell on the holy sword in the center of the seven swords. This is what Qin Fuyao called the Holy Dao Sword, Wuxie. At the same time, this sword is also the leader of Qiu Shui's Seven Swords.

"This sword is good, so I decided it's you!"

Qin Hao couldn't wait to reach out to touch Wuxie's sword body.

Just when Qin Hao's fingertips were only one inch away from Wuxie, the sword spirit was triggered to protect his body, and a holy light burst out from inside the sword body.

With a bang, the underground palace was shaking, and the sword blades in the room were trembling, as if they were afraid of the power of the holy path of the Wuxie Sword.

Qin Fuyao looked back and did not expect her. Qin Hao fell into the sword pool in the distance, foaming at his mouth and rolling his eyes was similar to Shangguan Ning's performance on the bed.

"Haha, the little bastard who is overestimating his abilities. I have said a long time ago that with your little three-legged cat kung fu, you actually want to tame the sword spirit of Qiu Shui Seven Swords? It's a fool to keep a dream!"

Qin Fuyao ruthlessly mocked Qin Hao, sneering and shook his head. Qin Hao gave her the impression that the human heart was not enough to swallow an elephant, just like a reckless man who picked up the Wuxie Sword, the head of the seven swords of Qiu Shui, which was asking for trouble.

Qin Hao waited for a long time before climbing out of the sword pool and returning to Qin Fuyao with a bitter smile.

"Senior Fuyao, Wuxie is worthy of being the leader of the seven swords of Qiu Shui. I'd better give it one."

"Anyway, in my opinion, you can't tame any sword spirit."

Qin Fuyao put his hands on his hips and deliberately raised his chest 36 days old, looking confident. She is waiting for Qin Hao to end in failure now. According to the bet, she can suck Qin Hao's butt.

"The old woman actually looked at me with such contemptuous eyes. Today I have to tame a sword spirit!"

Qin Hao was dissatisfied and tried to touch several other holy swords one after another.

Bang bang bang ~

A series of collisions sounded, Qin Hao fell to the ground, a big bag appeared on his forehead, and Shen Yin covered his chest and made a painful sound.

"My ass!"

Qin Hao's old injuries have not yet been healed. He fell one after another and caused the old injuries to recur and his tailbone to fall.

At this time, the seven swords of Qiu Shui were still stuck behind the throne. Each sword burst into a different light, and a gaseous phantom appeared above the sword body, which was the sword spirit of each sword.

Different swords, different sword spirits.

Qin Hao suddenly trembled all over, as if resonating with some kind of force.

Qin Fuyao also noticed something strange, his eyes turned to Huang Mie, one of the seven swords of Qiu Shui. His pupils flashed, and smoke rose in the depths of his beautiful eyes.

This sword is the only dragon sword among the seven swords of Qiu Shui. The sword body is made of a holy dragon bone, and a scarlet dragon pupil is inlaid in the center of the sword hilt. The overall color is blood-red.

It is said that in the early stage of Qin Qiushui forging this sword, he stood in the dragon blood pool. The sword dyed dragon blood for thousands of years. After the sword was successfully forged, the sword also turned blood red.

At this moment, a giant dragon was floating above Huangmi.

The dragon's scales are not blood-red, but cherry red. There are also beautiful cherry blossoms spread around it. The palace seems to be soaked in a rainy cherry blossom night.

Qin Hao knew that the dragon's phantom with cherry-red dragon scales must be Huang Mie's sword spirit.

Qin Fuyao frowned again, and she found that Yinglong was circulating with Qin Hao, which was a bad signal.

"Sister Long, come here and come to my brother's arms!"

Qin Hao subconsciously called out, his voice a little stingy, just as shameless as he used to coax Shangguan Ning to take off his pants and go to bed.

The cherry dragon's body squirmed and flew to Qin Hao's side, rubbed his cute dragon head against Qin Hao's chest, and his slender dragon body coiled around Qin Hao's waist to express intimacy.

"How is that possible!"

Qin Fuyao felt unbelievable. Qin Hao did nothing, but tamed Huang Mie's sword spirit so easily.

In Qin Fuyao's perception, although Huang Mie is not the strongest sword among the seven swords of Qiu Shui, Huang Mie's sword spirit is definitely the most brutal among the seven sword spirits. After all, the dragon is evil in nature.

Sakura Dragon was originally a genuine ancient dragon, but now it has become a soft and cute dragon girl in Qin Hao's arms, but I don't know if it will turn into a human form.

"How did this kid do it? Is it because of... blood?"

Qin Fuyao's insight is not inferior to the Seventh Emperor of the Holy Yuan, and his sharp eyes locked Qin Hao's forehead.

A big bag appeared on Qin Hao's forehead, and a small amount of blood flowed out of the wound.

Yinglong seemed to like Qin Hao's blood very much and always touched Qin Hao's wounds with his tongue.

Qin Fuyao pinched his chin and suddenly remembered something very important.

"I almost forgot that this kid's bloodline is not pure. Xuan'er's wife seems to be related to the dragon clan..."

The fundamental reason why Qin Hao could easily tame Huang Mie’s sword spirit lies in Bai Long’s bloodline.

Next, Qin Hao and Yinglong chatted in the ancient dragon clan language. Qin Fuyao could not understand the ancient dragon clan language. He could only see Qin Hao and Yinglong smirking from time to time, which looked like two mentally ill patients communicating their condition.

After a while, Yinglong became more well-behaved, like a young wife, and her love for Qin Hao could not be hidden in her dragon's eyes.

Bai Long is the Dragon Mother, Qin Hao is the Dragon Prince. All the dragon girls in the Dragon Clan will admire and admire the Dragon Prince, which is very reasonable.

Not to mention the simple-minded dragon girls, the young wife of the dragon clan, Meiling, has to surrender under the crotch of Cao thief Qin Hao.

"Yingying, be good, I need a sword."

Hearing Qin Hao's voice, Yinglong nodded and turned into a pink light and injected into Huang Mie's sword body.

The Huangmi Sword inserted at the edge of the throne was instantly activated by the sword spirit cherry dragon. A complex ancient dragon spell appeared on the sword. The blade seemed to be dripping blood. The dragon pupils embedded on the hilt of the sword slowly opened.

With a whoosh, Huang Mie broke free from the throne, circled and flew in the huge hall, and then fell into Qin Hao's hands.

Qin Hao held Huang Mie in his hand, and a familiar sense of intimacy spread throughout his body. This sword seemed to be built for him, and people and swords had almost perfect tacit understanding and resonance.

The phantom of Sakura Dragon flew out of the sword again and surrounded Qin Hao.

Qin Hao waved his sword gently, and the sword energy buzzed, and countless cherry blossoms fell.

"Senior Fuyao, I succeeded!"

Qin Hao shouted excitedly.

Qin Fuyao's face looked a little ugly. She regretted the bet she made before.

According to the bet, Qin Hao won, and he could use Liu Teng to whip Qin Fuyao's butt. What a filial son who had to do such a thing.
Chapter completed!