In the tumbling sky and the dark storm, a flash of deep red appeared, which stung people's eyes.
"What a terrible calamity cloud. What terrible energy is contained in it!" Everyone looked up at the storm in the void, their bodies trembling slightly. If the power of the storm hit them, it would be enough to destroy their souls. They were all destroyed.
The weapon builder also raised his head and looked into the void, and then his body moved back. Finally, in the destructive storm that was born, a red and black calamity cloud appeared, and it struck down from the sky. , smashed into the faintly formed sword, the sword screamed endlessly and trembled crazily, but the calamity cloud in the void would not stop, and once again brought unparalleled destructive power, it struck the sword.
"The number of ninety-nine, the catastrophe of the Sun." The sky caster whispered, there were eighty-one terrible red and black catastrophes, and a terrible deep pit appeared in the space, above the three-foot green front, There is a bright glow, as if there is a strong will in it.
"Semi-finished product, senior brother, what do you mean by this?" The sky caster's expression condensed for a moment, and he murmured. Then the soldier caster said to the crowd: "The sword contains the ancient will of the holy king. My power cannot suppress it. In the end, I haven't decided yet on how to define the sword. Please give me a helping hand and infiltrate your power into the sword to see if you can channel the willpower that suppresses it."
After saying that, I saw the palm of the weapon maker punching out, and the sword was suspended in the air. The crowd trembled, and then a terrifying aura filled the air on their bodies. The power of heaven roared, oppressed, and penetrated. In that sword, they felt everything in the sword in an instant.
Lin Feng's power of dominance also entered the sword. However, the moment he entered the sword, he felt that his power seemed to be in a source of power. It was extremely small, and the terrifying will and the All kinds of power cannot be conquered at all, let alone become one kind of power. It is no wonder that the weapon maker cannot finalize the shape of the sword and give it the ultimate power.
Weapon makers practice swords in order to forge the ultimate sword, reaching a certain perfection in a certain aspect. Dishe is the ultimate in spiritual attack; Kasyapa is the ultimate in speed and slowness, which leads to the illusion of time, which is also a perfection; now , he forged this sword with the will of countless ancient holy kings. Of course, he would not pursue a chaotic sword containing various powers, but hope to create another extreme. If there can be a kind of power, the endless ancient saints With the use of his will power, he will surely surpass the past and forge a terrifying Holy King's weapon.
Lin Feng's dominant power felt too much terrible willpower and was in chaos. If the sword was made in this way, the sword maker himself might not be able to control it.
"Huh?" At this moment, the weapon maker seemed to feel something. His power was also in the sword. Moreover, he was monitoring all the willpower that entered the sword. He discovered many very powerful ones. The power of will can suppress, drive away, or even obliterate those wills. However, this is not what he wants to see, until he discovers a force that is not that strong, but has the power to fuse and change those wills. However, Somewhat weak.
The Weapon Forger locked this power and then followed it to find his master.
At this moment, Lin Feng frowned, wondering who was tracking him. The power of dominance was withdrawn, and then he felt a force coming on his body, locking his whole body.
"Who?" Lin Feng snorted coldly, and then he felt a gaze. Turning his eyes, Lin Feng saw the eyes of the weapon maker staring at him. This scene made Lin Feng reveal a strange color, and he followed him. Man turns out to be a forger of weapons.
The weapon maker's face was old, and he nodded slightly to Lin Feng. Then he took back the power and returned it to the sword to see if he could find a more suitable powerful power. After a while, he was slightly disappointed. There was no more power. , those people are really just suppressing, but unable to achieve what he wants. He is a swordsmith. He casts swords, how can he really suppress the power of the sword? What he wants is to change and use this This kind of power can exert the strongest power, so that all those powers belong to the sword. Unfortunately, most of these people don't understand.
Among the people present, I am afraid that only the Sky Forger understands the Weapon Forger's thoughts best. After all, he is also a powerful weapon refiner, so he naturally understands what it means to refine a weapon.
"This is why Senior Brother created the half-finished product. He hasn't wanted to shape the sword yet." The Sky Forger secretly thought. At this moment, the Weapon Forger's voice was heard: "Okay, everyone, please take back your strength. "
As soon as his words fell, the power was withdrawn from the sword. Without their suppression, the power in the sword began to riot again, which was uncontrollable.
The crowd looked at the weapon maker, not knowing what he was thinking. But at this moment, the weapon maker made a thought, and suddenly a stream of terrifying seal chains wrapped around the sword, and the chains connected the weapon. The caster's body, he locked the sword to his body.
"Little guy, come here!" The weapon maker's eyes fell on Lin Feng, causing Lin Feng's eyes to condense slightly.
Beside Lin Feng, all the Skycasters looked at him, and the Kongcaster smiled and said: "Lin Feng, senior brother values you, and this is an opportunity for you."
"Lin Feng, yes, senior actually chose you." Tian Ruojian also smiled and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder. To them, Lin Feng is the junior. Indeed, anyone here is older than Lin Feng. Well, when they became famous, Lin Feng was not yet in this world.
Gu Zhu looked sharp and then showed a smile. It was God's help that the weapon builder chose Lin Feng.
"Go quickly!" Gu Zhu smiled at Lin Feng and said. Lin Feng nodded slightly and walked forward. However, at this moment, Wu Ming's figure flashed towards Lin Feng. He said: "The weapon builder, Lin Feng, is the person that my temple wants. I hope that the seniors will keep him."
"Huh?" The weapon maker suddenly looked towards Wu Ming, and said coldly without being angry: "It's none of my business, little guy, come with me."
"Okay." Lin Feng continued to move forward, but Wu Ming said, "If the weapon builder insists on doing this, don't blame me for taking action."
After saying that, his body continued to move forward. In an instant, Lin Feng felt his whole body stiffen, and a terrifying space force descended on him, as if the law of heaven had descended, and it was extremely heavy.
The weapon maker frowned, but at this moment, a terrifying sword power burst out, and Tianruo swordsman placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and suddenly there was a killing scene between heaven and earth.
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"Unbridled!" Tianruojian's figure flickered, and his body appeared directly in front of Lin Feng. The invisible and terrifying sword power surged out, as if something was broken in the void, which was the space coming towards Lin Feng. Coercion.
"Lin Feng must die!" Wu Ming stepped forward, and Lin Feng was enveloped by void power.
"Destroy!"
After spitting out the word Wu Ming, Lin Feng's body seemed to be torn apart alive.
"Pfft..." A stream of sword light flashed and struck directly at Lin Feng. However, it did not hurt Lin Feng at all. Instead, it chopped up the power of the void. At the same time, Tian Ruo Jian's body walked out towards Wu Ming, his sword , not yet unsheathed.
"you wanna die!"
The sword intention enveloped the world, the sword light appeared, and the sword of Tianruo Sword was finally unsheathed. At this moment, it seemed as if time and space had stopped, and only the bright sword pierced Wu Ming.
The power of the void shined crazily on Wu Ming's body, but his speed seemed to be slowed down ten thousand times, and he was only moving a little bit, and it felt as if he had stopped.
"Years, time?" Lin Feng's pupils shrank, and he saw such a sword again. In the ancient ruins battlefield of Qitian Holy City, there was such a sword in the battle of the ancient saints in the past.
"Get out!" Wu Ming roared, and the void power in his body seemed to break through the years and time, and stabbed at the opponent. A clear cracking sound came out, and the Void Sword shattered. The Tianruo Sword's sword was still facing forward, stabbing at the opponent. Between his brows.
Wu Ming bit his lip tightly, blood appeared between his lips, and the terrifying void imprisoned him inside. The sword finally arrived, with a popping sound, and penetrated into the void. Wu Ming's body rushed upwards, It seemed as if he was about to teleport away, but even if he moved through the void, it was slowed down. The sword finally arrived, and stabbed into his chest with a popping sound.
At this moment, the artistic conception was finally lifted. The strong wind passed by, and the lifeless body disappeared and stepped into the void. However, he lowered his head and glanced at his chest. There was a long blood mark there, and there were constant drops of blood. fall.
"Tian Ruo Sword, so strong." The crowd's expressions trembled. The artistic conception contained in that sword was so terrifying that the movement of the void was slowed down, and the powerful Wu Ming was almost killed by his hands.
"You alone dare to be disrespectful to seniors." Tianruojian looked at Wuming and said indifferently, making Wuming look ugly. Tianruojian was so powerful, but he still called senior the weapon maker.