Your Majesty, the Empress is on the Battlefield Again!

At that time, if Si Luo hadn't stepped forward to grab it in his hand, the power gathered in the spirit sword would have exploded the moment it touched the ground.

Everything in Qinnan City will be burned to the ground, and the lives will be devastated.

Qiuqiu didn't know what the idea was.

After explaining those things, he then explained the history of this spirit sword in detail.

Upon hearing this, Si Luo thought, oh, it's amazing.

This sword is pretty good at recognizing its owner.

Moreover, the masters of the past dynasties were either wise and mighty emperors, or heroic gods of war who shed blood on the battlefield.

In the millennium, only ten people have ever owned it.

Although the illustrious names of these ten people have been firmly covered by the torrent of history, they are all incomparably legendary figures.

Although Si Luo didn't know any of them, he sounded very powerful.

She listened to this kind of fantasy story with relish, and the aversion to the sword in her heart subsided a little...

After Qiuqiu finished the topic, Si Luo came back to his senses and remembered the most important thing he wanted to ask.

Logically speaking, I was an ordinary person holding such a sword that had gone berserk at that time.

Normally, he should have been burned to ashes by now, and he couldn't die anymore.

That scorching temperature, piercing pain.

As well as the very real burning and severe pain all over her body, she still feels her scalp numb when she thinks about it.

But she is still alive, not only is she alive well, she hasn't even burned a single hair...

Except for the right hand that was burned to pieces...

It's strange, I have suffered such a serious injury, why can't I feel nothing at all?

Thinking of this, Si Luo raised his right hand subconsciously, and as a result, he was shocked to the extreme.

How did her hands become like this? ? ?

She remembered the situation at that time very clearly, and she saw it very clearly.

She still remembered that when she held the sword with her right hand, the skin of her entire arm was instantly burned off by the fierce fire from the sword, exposing the bright red flesh and blood inside.

The picture at that time was simple!

Looking back now, my hands can't help shaking...

But looking at it now, the skin on the arm is not only intact, but also has a very eye-catching red tattoo.

Is this... still my hand? ? ?

"Qiaoqiu...you did it?"

Qiuqiu sensed Si Luo's mood swings, read her intense mental activities, and answered her doubts in a cheerful tone.

"Dear master, there is nothing wrong with the system that brought you here, but your arm was not repaired by the system, but...hehehe..."

"Next, you need to be mentally prepared, don't get too excited, Shen Yan's sword... seems to recognize you as the master!"

"The pattern on your hand is the best proof. This is the spiritual imprint branded by the sword spirit when it made a contract with its master. Its shape is a flame flower. Therefore, the pattern on your arm is in the shape of a flame flower. This pattern It is really suitable for your temperament, master, it is quite handsome and domineering!"

"Qiaoqiu, congratulations to master for obtaining a peerless spirit sword!"

However, Si Luo's reaction was not as excited as Qiu Qiu imagined.

She even glanced at the tattoo on her arm with some disgust, and said displeasedly: "Who made that sword contract with me without my permission? And this tattoo, please help me remove it, thank you !"

Qiuqiu: "...Master, are you serious?"