The person he wants to deal with is the strong in spirit.
Chen Chaoge's backer is the Shenwu Prince Lin Baichuan, whose strength has surpassed the ordinary Yunling early stage.
In order to fight him, in addition to the silver king armor, Lin Yang also needs a kingly weapon used in conjunction with the silver king armor.
Lin Yang had this weapon in his mind since he left Izumo Prefecture.
Today, Lin Yang has all the materials for refining this kingly weapon.
There are a large number of Lihuo Elemental Crystals hidden in his Xumi Ring, supported by two Tier 4 spiritual materials, [Chi Jingsha] and [Zhu Hong Yunjing]. The sufficient number allows him to have enough opportunities for practice and failure.
Lin Yang's plan for refining the artifacts of the king's way is already very clear in his mind. The only difficulty is a new step in the process of refining the artifacts of the king's way-engraving the veins.
That's the key to the king's tool that can exert its power far beyond that of the spiritual tool. It is Lin Yang. If you want to successfully master this technique, you will have to practice thousands of times.
Fortunately, time and materials are still abundant.
Just do it.
After Lin Yang clarified his purpose, there was no longer any delay, and he quickly immersed himself in cultivation.
Within this month, the entire Huiri City began to be surging due to the opening of the prefecture-level auction.
Outside the capital, powerful giants from all over the Kingdom of Sunset began to march towards the city of Radiance.
The top giants in Huiri City have already focused their attention on the Haitian Pavilion.
This wonderful building connected by the sky and the sea will become the center of the entire sunset kingdom in a month.
Soon, half a month passed.
Lin Yang never stepped out of his refining room.
Xu Yao would wait quietly at the door of the refining chamber three times a day every morning and evening, lest Lin Yang had any instructions.
But in the past two months, apart from hearing the sound of dingdong forging in the mixing room, Huo'er complained extremely reluctantly.
In addition, the mixing chamber was silent, as if Lin Yang and Huo'er were sleeping inside.
Xu Yao knew that Young Master Lin was working hard for herself and the future of the Wen family in a way she could not imagine.
Twenty days have passed...
Zhao Wenchang was a little curious.
He would often come to Xu Yao for news, but every time he could only shake his head in disappointment and leave.
These days, countless wealthy and wealthy people have poured into Huiri City, and it is only ten days before the start of the prefecture-level auction.
Haitian Pavilion Lu Qingfeng had sent people over several times to ask Lin Yang if he had any other treasures other than the Fire Element Crystal Tree who planned to participate in the auction, so they had to prepare in advance to start the promotion.
But everyone's curiosity and visits were filled with cattle, and Lin Yang didn't want to leave the customs at all.
Until the twenty-fifth day.
Early in the morning, it was slightly cool.
Xu Yao slightly yawned and pushed open the door, her dim eyes suddenly saw a familiar figure in the yard.
"Young Master Lin!"
She was very surprised, but heard a serious voice above her head.
"Shhh."
fire
Xu Yao had never seen such a serious look on Huo'er.
I haven't seen it for more than 20 days, Xiao Bifang's eyes reveal a deep exhaustion, even the red feathers on his body are dimmed a lot, but at this moment, Huo'er is forcibly supporting a pair of eyelids and staring firmly. Lived in the shadow of Lin Yang.
It gritted its teeth and said: "Damn Lin Xiaoyi, dragging this king out of sleep for more than 20 days has almost drained the spirit fire in this king's body. If grandma's broken sword is not strong this time, look at this king. Damn, don’t burn his ass!"
Xu Yao forcibly understood this very informative sentence.
For more than 20 days, Lin Yang and Huo'er hadn't rested.
In order to make a broken sword...
Broken sword
Xu Yao only noticed that Lin Yang had been carrying a hand, and behind him, there was indeed a dark red long sword gleaming slightly in the morning light.
Xu Yao couldn't see it really. At this moment, Lin Yang had a mysterious aura lingering all over her body, which made her afraid to approach.
Although she didn't understand martial arts, she could feel that Lin Yang was at a very critical moment at this moment. After twenty-five days of sleeplessness, the fruits of hard work and sweat would explode at this moment.
Lin Yang stood quietly.
Huo'er is not exaggerating at all.
For twenty-five days, Lin Yang did not rest for a minute.
He was not refining tools, or cultivating Hundred Maidens Conferred God Jue. The whole person was like a high-speed machine, which had been operating crazy for six hundred hours.
Finally, his successful martial arts cultivation reached the late innate stage, and his physical full blow was close to 20,000 catties.
More importantly, the kingly weapon that had always been in his mind was finally refined and held in his hand.
This is a slender long sword that is transparent and emits dark red aura. It is three feet eight minutes long and two fingers wide. The entire sword body is light and agile, like a goshawk, which can change thousands of mysterious sword moves at any time.
The end of the sword hilt was shaped into a flame phoenix that spread its wings and wanted to fly. Its shape was lifelike and lifelike. Especially the pair of phoenix eyes were inlaid with two unknown flame diamonds, exuding huge psionic energy.
From a closer look, this sword is actually a bit of feminine beauty, but the vigorous power of the fire spirit exuding from the sword is also very bloody.
I don't know why Lin Yang finally made such a long sword.
Lin Yang has been standing in the courtyard for two hours, and the fingers of his right hand have been gently rubbing the fire and phoenix hilt of the long sword, softly feeling like a lover's touch.
He fell into a strange state.
In his mind, he seemed to see a young woman in a blouse with a hard look. Her face was not real, but she could see a vermilion hairband floating in the air, as if sliding across Lin Yang's cheek, like that. gentle.
"Fengwu..."
For some reason, Lin Yang called out a name he didn't know.
In his mind, the woman moved.
In her hand, she held a long sword that was exactly the same as Lin Yang's hand. The lotus step moved lightly, and the sword shadows appeared in succession. An incomparable sword move appeared in front of Lin Yang.
That slender long sword, like the slender fingertips of the Nine Heavens Profound Girl, traversed a graceful path in the air, which was unpredictable.
Layers of sword shadows, sometimes unrestrained like fire, like a prairie fire, and sometimes cold like ice, are instantly frozen for thousands of miles. There are several indescribable and ingenious changes in the sword style of a woman. Subtle and stunning.
In the illusion, Lin Yang quietly looked at the woman dancing sword in his mind, his eyes full of tenderness.
In reality, Lin Yang silently rubbed the hilt of his sword, his eyes lost.
He had watched the simple one-style swordsmanship for two hours, from the time when the sky was dark to the dawn, until the first rays of golden sunlight pierced the clouds and sprinkled on him in the morning, and Lin Yang in reality began to move. NS.
He began to practice that style of swordsmanship.
The long sword in his hand began to emit a faint flame aura, as if it merged with the golden early sun, becoming dazzling and dazzling.
Lin Yang imitated the woman's sword moves in his mind.
At the beginning, Lin Yang's sword was very obscure. He seemed to be still watching the trajectory of the swordsmanship of the girl in his mind, while awakening an unforgettable memory sleeping inside his body.
Gradually, his sword style began to mellow.
The long sword in his hand became an extension of the fingers of his arm, and more and more subtle changes began to appear under his sword.
The flame brilliance began to surge, and there seemed to be a soaring fire phoenix in the air.
Xu Yao kept looking at Lin Yang silently.
She has never seen Lin Yang use a sword, and even she can see Lin Yang's unfamiliarity at the beginning, but within an hour’s time, Lin Yang’s one-style sword moves are so beautiful that she can’t bear to blink, and is even stronger. Incalculable.
Even... With her sensitive mind as a young girl, it seems that she has read a deep-seated yearning in Lin Yang's swordsmanship.
This swordsmanship...
Why does it give people a feeling of heartache.
Xu Yao watched silently, Lin Yang repeated the magnificent sword dance in his mind.
About another half hour passed.
Lin Yang's style of swordsmanship has gradually reached the realm of perfection, but he still doesn't want to stop, and is still practicing over and over again.
This type of sword move consumes a great deal of the flame spiritual power in Lin Yang's body. Afterwards, Lin Yang's face was extremely pale, and the hands holding the sword could not help shaking, but he still refused to stop.
"Something's wrong."
On Xu Yao's shoulder, Huoer, who had also been silently paying attention to Lin Yang, suddenly flew towards Lin Yang.
"Lin Xiaoyi, it's almost done, you will be drained if you practice!"
Lin Yang didn't seem to hear Huo'er's call.
His consciousness is completely immersed in the illusion in his mind at this moment. He constantly wants to get close to the beautiful figure of the dancing sword, and wants to capture the red hairband that swings with the wind in the air, but it is like a dreamy bubble. Looking far away but not close.
"Feng Wu..." Lin Yang muttered.
"Haotian..." The woman responded with a graceful voice in the illusion.
That voice penetrated directly into Lin Yang's heart, causing him to sink deeply and he didn't want to wake up.
The woman suddenly stopped her movements, looking back and smiling at Lin Yang in a hazy:
"Haotian, this style of swordsmanship created by you and me, why don't you come and give him a name."
The fire phoenix dances with the ice phoenix...
Lin Yang couldn't tell if it was an illusion or a real one, and murmured a name that automatically appeared in his heart: "Just call it [Feng Wu Huang Li]."
"Phoenix Dance and Phoenix Li..." the woman murmured, and a string of heartbreaking tears slowly fell on her face.
"Huang Li... Huang Li... Hao, finally, are we still going to be separated?"
Just when Lin Yang was experiencing a misery in the illusion, in the outside world, he instinctively stabbed the fire that wanted to wake him up.
Huh!
The whole bird blew up its feathers.
Lin Yang's sword is too terrifying.
As a true sacred animal relic, it used to be such an invincible existence. Although it is now sealed in strength, it is still powerful and unmatched. After Lin Yang's own martial arts grew, Huo'er now can rival the masters in the early stage of Yunling.
But in front of Lin Yang's sword, Huo'er felt a terrible feeling of fright.