Chapter 172 This sword can’t be used anymore

Author: Mercury Ring

Chapter 172 This sword can’t be used anymore

This red flame sword... was pulled out by me so easily?

Under the moonlight, Xia Ming looked at the two-handed sword he had pulled out, his expression looking a little confused.

The sword was entirely silver-white, reflecting the moonlight slightly in the night. There was no flame rising from it, and it looked nothing special. It was just an ordinary sword.

Could this sword be fake?

Xia Ming looked at the Zhenbing at his feet, felt his spiritual energy touching it, and felt a chill that penetrated into his bones.

At least the ice is real.

He inserted the sword back, and the sword stood upright in the ice, blending into it.

He pulled out the sword again, and the scarlet flame sword sealed in the ice was smooth and silky, just like it was taken out of the scabbard, and was held in his hand gently and deftly.

He stared at the red flame sword in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then inserted the sword back.

After a while, he reached out and pulled out the sword.

Plug it back in.

Pull it out.

Plug it back in.

Pull it out.

It was repeated so repeatedly without any stagnant obstruction at all that he didn't know whether to suspect that the sword placed here was fake or that everyone in the Northland and Yuhuo organizations had jointly weaved a huge lie to deceive people.

, in fact, anyone can pull out this red flame sword?

Of course, if you think about it carefully, you will realize that this is impossible.

so……

Could it be that the Valkyrie is not Theresia and I am the real Valkyrie?

A ridiculous idea flashed through Xia Ming's mind.

No, how is that possible.

He quickly shook his head to remove this absurd idea from his mind. There was no me in this period of history in the original real world. The red-haired Valkyrie who saved the North must be Theresia.

It's just that although I can draw the sword, it doesn't seem like the sword is planning to respond to me.

Xia Ming looked at the Red Flame Sword in his hand. The sword was held in his hand like a dead thing and did not show any spiritual power.

But everyone in the North knows that this weapon, which has accompanied the previous Valkyries throughout their lives, contains the last strength and inheritance of the previous Valkyries.

He remembered what Ruger said.

There is no need for personality and will in the divine position. The Red Flame Sword never chooses its master, it does not need a master.

All it needs is a machine that can carry its power, a tool, a replica, that is exactly the same as the previous Valkyrie from personality, temperament to strength and will.

It's repelling me, but if that's the case, why did I pull it out again?

Xia Ming frowned and spoke to the red flame sword in his hand:

"Sword of Red Flame, Sword of Red Flame, since you have been pulled out by me, how about you show me your power?"

The night was cold and silent, and the Red Flame Sword was still as silent as a dead thing.

Xia Ming's fingers gently touched the sword like a lover's palm, and whispered to it:

"After being restrained for so long, you actually want to release the fire in your heart. Come on, good boy, show me."

The response from the Red Flame Sword was still silence.

Xia Ming flicked the sword with his fingers, and his fingers collided with the cold metal sword, making a crisp sound in the dark night.

As if he was teaching a naughty and disobedient child, he smiled and flicked its forehead while threatening it in a low voice:

"Having been locked in this ice for decades, you must have been very lonely and lonely. You have been bound in this extremely cold ice. Even if many people try, no one can hold you and pull you out.

You, warm you, use you, some are just disappointments again and again, just tasting the coldness alone in such a late night."

"Although I don't know why I can pull you out, if you refuse to release even this small kindness, then I have no choice but to continue to put you back into Zhenbing and let you continue to suffer for who knows how many more years.

Being cold and lonely, you probably don’t want to be like this, right?”

Seeing that there was still no response from the red flame sword in his hand, Xia Ming was not discouraged and the corners of his mouth raised even more.

"Well, since you want to do this, there is nothing I can do about it. If you are unwilling to show me your value, then you are of no use to me. Do you think I will put you back into Zhenbing? Like you

I usually throw such useless things into the corner of a woodshed and pile them up with the useless garbage."

Xia Ming described that kind of future with an expressive expression in front of the Red Flame Sword:

"Think about this future. You, who clearly possess powerful power and are expected to be worshiped by countless people in the North, who symbolize the ancestors of the Valkyries, are just forgotten in a corner and buried in the wind and snow.

, gradually corroded and polluted by rust, the smooth and beautiful body became pitted by the erosion of time, the tough and sharp body became extremely fragile, and could be broken by someone's kick..."

Before he could finish his words, the red flame sword, which had been as motionless as a dead thing, suddenly shook violently, and a ray of brilliance emitted from the sword, and red flames suddenly bloomed from the blade like a blooming red lotus.

It was like a bright firework bursting out in the dark night.

"Ha, now you know how to show me your power? It's too late."

Xia Ming smiled coldly and inserted the sword back into Zhen Bing.

For a moment, all the flames and brilliance froze in the air as if they were suddenly frozen. The red lotus was about to bloom, and the fireworks were about to explode, but they were all forced to shrink back to the sword after the sword was inserted back into Zhenbing.

inside.

Half of the sword blade of the Red Flame Sword was inserted into the perfect ice, and half stood in the air. It seemed to be stunned and paused.

After a while, the hilt at the end of the sword trembled slightly, as if expressing anger, but Xia Ming had already turned around and left.

gone!

I can’t take away the things in the dream world, I just want to play with them. What’s more, this is a weapon that belongs to Theresia. How can I take away someone’s love?

Am I that kind of person?

After Xia Ming left.

A figure gradually came out of the dark shadows.

Tried looked solemnly at the red flame sword standing in the perfect ice. He hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and held the hilt of the sword.

All the spiritual energy in his body was accumulated in his palm, and he exhausted all his strength, but the red flame sword in Zhenbing remained motionless.

He failed to draw the sword.

"Why... is this happening?" He muttered to himself in confusion.

At the same time, at the moment when the Red Flame Sword burst out a trace of spiritual energy, somewhere to the north, on the top of an extremely cold snow-capped mountain, a figure sealed in countless perfect ice seemed to sense something.

Suddenly he opened his eyes.

"King, you're awake."

The evil dragon put away its giant gray wings that covered the sky, and prostrated under the throne made of perfect ice.

All the wind and snow in the world came to a standstill, and time and space seemed to be frozen in these cold eyes.

The Ice King did not respond, but looked silently at the gray scenery in the distance. After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes again.

The evil dragon flew away from the snow mountain and flew towards the south.
Chapter completed!