Divine Seal: I am the princess of the demon clan

Chapter 172 Aria of the Goddess of Light

"It drank the blood of the demons and slew seven demon gods with its sword."

"This sword belongs only to those who are of light."

Feng Ling'er slowly opened the wooden box, revealing the true appearance of the sword inside the box.

It was a golden heavy sword. Its style was very simple and elegant. The whole sword was about four feet and two inches long, of which the hilt was one foot and two inches long and the blade was three feet long.

The hilt and the blade were integrated, and from the surface it looked like it was carved from a special metal. From a distance, one could see that the blade was very thick, with fine cloud patterns on it, and the tip of the sword glowed with a faint golden light.

This sword does not emit any aura, and its ancient and vicissitudes of life intrude into one's perception.

Just looking at the sword, Long Haochen's heart began to tremble.

He could feel the gloom and solemnity beneath the vicissitudes of life. The connotation of this heavy sword made his soul tremble.

Seeing Long Haochen's heavy expression, Feng Ling couldn't help but laugh.

You don't need to observe very carefully, because you are about to touch the sword, break the seal for it, and start its new journey.

Since ancient times, divine tools have been paired with geniuses. If you are not a top genius, you cannot be recognized by divine tools.

Feng Ling didn't believe that Long Haochen, the son of light, could not get the recognition of the divine sword.

To be honest, the sword will choose its master.

The sword came at an opportune time.

Long Haochen's Blue Rain and Hibiscus of Light just happened to evolve.

"This sword was worn by the Bright Sword God Ye Wushang two hundred years ago."

"It's called Aria of the Goddess of Light."

After Ye Weiyang finished speaking, no one came up to the stage, but most people remained silent to show their respect for this magic sword.

You know, even the ninth-level knight failed to restore the light of this holy sword, let alone them.

The whole audience fell silent, and the atmosphere instantly became depressing.

In this depressing atmosphere, Feng Ling's voice reached everyone's ears through the loudspeaker in the box.

"My nephew can give it a try. Whether he can pull out the sword depends on whether the sword recognizes its master."

Feng Ling's cold voice resounded throughout the auction hall, startling everyone.

"Second Aunt."

Long Haochen blushed immediately; he was shy.

"Come on, let's go together."

Feng Ling took Long Haochen out of the box, and the other members of the demon hunting team followed.

After hearing Feng Ling's voice, there was a noisy sound in the auction hall.

They think this person is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

If this were really easy, the divine sword would have recognized its master long ago, and why would it have been sealed for more than two hundred years?

Feng Ling and Long Haochen appeared in everyone's sight.

Countless gazes were filled with emotions such as ridicule, complexity, and surprise.

"Go."

Long Haochen ignored those voices and walked directly to the stage.

Looking at Long Haochen, who looked so young, Ye Weiyang's face showed surprise.

"In that case, please prove your own attributes first."

"This sword can only be drawn by someone with the attribute of light."

"of course can."

Long Haochen said calmly, "Close your eyes."

In an instant, a brilliant golden light appeared from behind Long Haochen. In just a breath, the entire auction hall was shrouded in golden light.

Under this golden light, everyone's eyes on them suddenly changed.

The surprised voice instantly resounded throughout the venue.

The golden light was too dazzling, and the rich aura of light enveloped everyone, sweeping away the previous gloomy atmosphere.

Because they were not prepared in advance, many people in the back row suffered temporary blindness in an instant.

They should be thankful that the golden light only flashed for a moment and did not last too long, otherwise they really would not be able to open their eyes.

Brilliant golden light transformed into a pair of wings that bloomed behind him, and was extremely visible in the dark auction hall.

His brilliant golden holy light successfully silenced those who had mocked him before.

At all times, strength is the decisive factor.

There was shock in Ye Weiyang and Feng Ling'er's eyes.

They were shocked by the skill displayed by Long Haochen.

Among them, Ye Weiyang felt the deepest, as her own attribute was light.

She could clearly feel the powerful light of Long Haochen.

According to Ye Weiyang's inference, this is something that only a seventh-level Knight Templar can do.

Generally speaking, only a body of light can condense light attribute spiritual power to such a high degree.

After Long Haochen displayed his bright aura, those who had originally planned to leave the auction venue all stopped and looked at Long Haochen and Feng Ling.

Long Haochen's eyes fell on the closed wooden box and he asked, "Can I start?"

Ye Weiyang nodded, "Of course."

"May I know your name?"

Long Haochen shook his head and said in a deep voice: "No need. I am not sure if I can awaken this magic sword."

"Let's talk about it after you wake up."

Long Haochen slowly opened the wooden box and put both hands into it at the same time.

Long Haochen's movements were slow; he could clearly feel the sadness of this divine sword.

After a long period of waiting, the sword will choose to die.

The so-called seal is also very painful for the divine sword.

Long Haochen could feel that the sword spirit of this divine sword chose to seal the sword body and accompany its master, leaving this shell in the world.

It can be said that the fact that a sword spirit was able to be buried with it shows that its owner at that time was a person of extraordinary talent.

It's a pity that they are not from the same era.

More than two hundred years have been a natural chasm between them.

Long Haochen felt heavy in his heart, and he slowly held the magic sword.

His eyes were fixed on the sword the entire time, and that peaceful look exuded a hint of desolation.

The golden light on his body became brighter.

In an instant, the golden heavy sword in Long Haochen's hand emitted a dazzling light.

It was responding to Long Haochen's voice and trembling at his arrival.

The seal of the sword has been lifted.

Seeing this scene, Feng Ling felt extremely calm.

Because she had anticipated this scene a long time ago.

As the saying goes, a sword is given to a hero. With Long Haochen's talent, if this sword of light attribute is not used as the master, there will be no chance for it to shine again.

Rather than saying that the divine sword took the initiative to release the seal, it would be more accurate to say that it was already arranged by fate.

Feng Ling suddenly felt a bit depressed.

This emotion came out of nowhere and made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"The sword should not be covered in dust. This is a new beginning."

Feng Ling suppressed the discomfort and spoke calmly.

"Since ancient times, swords have been given to heroes. My eldest nephew is the hero of this era."

Listening to Feng Ling's words, Long Haochen's face turned red, which was a sign of shyness.

Because Feng Ling praised him in front of everyone.

This made Long Haochen particularly happy.

"Second Aunt is right."

Long Haochen nodded, clenched his right fist and knocked it on his chest, and performed a standard knight's salute towards the sword on his left hand.

"I can feel your sadness and pain. The past is the past, and you should live in the present. If your master is still alive, he would not want to see your glory obscured by time."

"You should fight to protect the knights and overcome all obstacles."