"This knife is so sharp!"

Su Qingxue couldn't help but exclaim.

"This is not a knife, it is the tip of a sword."

Chu Feng smiled and took out a flying knife from his body, and hit the blade with the broken sword. With a crisp "click", the flying knife was cut into two pieces in an instant.

Chu Feng was a little surprised.

The broken sword was sharper than he thought.

His flying knife is all made of stainless steel. After being poured into internal strength, even the steel plate can be shot through.

But in front of this broken sword, he is so fragile.

He took out a golden flying knife from his body again. This was the strongest flying knife his master passed to him. It can cut iron like mud, and its penetration power is several times that of an ordinary flying knife, and its power is unparalleled.

He has only used it once in the years.

It was used once when I set up a formation to deal with Dugu Youmeng.

I have never used it to fight enemies normally.

He pinched the golden flying knife, touched the blade gently.

clang!

The golden flying knife let out a wailing cry, and a small gap appeared on the blade.

Chu Feng was shocked in an instant.

The sharpness of this broken sword was far beyond his imagination.

As long as he increased his strength just now, the golden flying knife in his hand would definitely be cut off.

There is no doubt that this broken sword is a treasure.

It should be the corpse in white that fell at the bottom of the lake.

But what he couldn't understand was how such a sharp sword broke?

Look at the shape of the broken mark, it does not seem to be broken, but is cut off by weapons that are sharper than it.

"What weapons will be sharper than it in this world?"

Even though Chu Feng was knowledgeable and had read all the classics collected by Changsheng Pavilion, he had no idea at this moment.

"So sharp, show me."

Su Qingxue stretched out her hand curiously.

"Be careful to hurt your hand."

Chu Feng instructed him and handed over the broken sword.

"I'm not a child anymore."

Su Qingxue smiled and took it, but the moment she touched the tip of the sword, she stiffened all over and fell straight to the ground.

Chu Feng hurriedly hugged her: "What's wrong with you?"

Su Qingxue's eyes were closed, but her breathing was even, and she had obviously fainted.

Hua Xiaoyan also asked anxiously: "Why is this happening?"

"I don't know either."

Chu Feng pinched her wrist and diagnosed the lower pulse.

The pulse is normal.

I had to pick her up in the waist and walk back.

After returning to the Hua family, Chu Feng demonstrated her medical skills and gave her a detailed diagnosis.

Everything turned out to be normal.

There is nothing wrong with it.

"What should I do?"

Hua Xiaoyan walked back and forth in the room in a hurry.

Chu Feng was relatively calm. He knew that Su Qingxue was not seriously injured. The reason why she fell into a coma was probably caused by the tip of the sword.

And the tip of the sword was left by the female corpse in white.

He was even more sure of something.

Su Qingxue, Nangong Ying, and the white-clothed female corpse, are definitely not simply similar.

There must be some special relationship between the three.

But Chu Feng has not yet fully understood this relationship.

About an hour later.

Su Qingxue suddenly screamed "ah" and seemed to have a nightmare, and she turned over from the bed.

"You're awake."

Chu Feng strode to the bed and asked, "How do you feel now? Is there something wrong with your body?"

Su Qingxue shook her head.

She rubbed her temples: "I just seemed to have a dream. I dreamed that I had the ability to fly and escape, fought with people on a battlefield, and killed many people."

Chu Feng asked, "What's the matter?"

"Anyway, I just kept killing, as if there were endless enemies to kill. Finally, a huge black claw appeared in the sky."

Su Qingxue seemed to be still scared: "The claws were invincible. Wherever they passed, the partners who fought side by side with me were beaten to death by it one by one. No one could resist it. Finally, the claws slapped at me and I was scared to wake up."

"It's just a nightmare, it's all right now."

Chu Feng hugged her in his arms and comforted her.

He knew it in his heart.

What Su Qingxue said was not a dream, but a real one.

To be precise, this is a real memory.

A memory sealed inside the tip of a sword.

But for some reason, this memory seal was broken by Su Qingxue, so the memory poured out and poured into her mind, making her mistakenly think that it was a nightmare.

But what Chu Feng couldn't understand was what was the black claw in the sky?

According to Su Qingxue, the people in my memory can fly and escape from the earth.

This is not surprising.

As long as your cultivation is strong enough, you can do it.

But that huge black claw is really puzzling.

The classics of Changsheng Pavilion are all-encompassing, and there is no record of this.

After comforting Su Qingxue for a while, Chu Feng walked out of the door.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

After the bell rang twice, the other party refused to answer.

"Old guy, I must be picking up girls again."

Chu Feng continued to call.

He was killed by the other party five times in a row, and it was not until the sixth time that he successfully connected. An impatient voice came from inside: "Are you finished? I finally brewed all the elegant pleasures that I have been curling."

It is his master Lao Gui, the old holy master of Changsheng Pavilion.

Chu Feng said angrily: "At the age of yours, you are still so romantic, aren't you afraid that you will die?"

"Who is old? Can you speak?"

The old ghost cursed and said, "I am in my prime, and I am getting younger and younger. In a few years, I will be reborn and become a young man. Don't talk nonsense, what's the matter for me?"

"Do you know a kind of black claw?"

"Bear's Paw?"

The old ghost said with endless aftertaste: "I just ate it yesterday and it tastes very good."

"I mean, a kind of black claw that stretches out from nature is invincible and can easily kill a master who has achieved success in cultivation."

"this……"

The old ghost stuttered immediately and exclaimed: "The claws appeared? Where did you see them?"

“Not showing up.”

Chu Feng explained: "It is a broken sword that seals the memory of this kind of claw."
To be continued...