As Liu Feng nodded, he swung out the scimitar. The scimitar made of light iron drew two silver lights in the stone chamber and inadvertently pierced into the wall of the stone chamber. From a distance, it seemed that Liu Feng had only shot out one scimitar, but there were clearly three embedded in the wall.
"Success, old man, I succeeded!" Liu Feng seemed a little excited. Although the power of this scimitar was not as powerful as Dao Wuji's Qun Yue Scimitar or the One Thousand and One Needles of Jie Hun, it was of great significance to Liu Feng.
After the excitement, Liu Feng shook his head again and said, "What a pity, this is a scimitar. It would be much better if it was a flying knife!"
Dao Wuji only loves scimitars, but Liu Feng is only interested in flying knives. After thinking for a while, Liu Feng decided to refine the scimitar again and turn it into a flying knife.
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This time, Jie Hun did not give any instructions. Liu Feng learned from his experience and melted the light iron scimitar by himself. He used the fusion process to forge a flying knife that Liu Feng was most satisfied with so far.
It took Liu Feng only three days to transform the scimitar into a flying knife. The tiny flying knife held in his hand seemed inconspicuous, but perhaps only Liu Feng and Jie Hun knew that if this flying knife was thrown out, it could be separated into twelve small flying knives, and the lethality was enough to kill a junior Holy Spirit Master.
Jiehun smiled at Liu Feng and said, "Give your flying knife a name? Perhaps this flying knife will be of great benefit to you in the future!"
Liu Feng nodded and casually threw the flying knife in his hand. A white light flashed and instantly turned into twelve white lights. The twelve white lights streaked through the air like meteors. When the twelve flying knives were inserted into the wall, a loud shock wave came from the front.
"Then let's call it Meteor!" As he spoke, Liu Feng leaped forward, collected the twelve small flying knives, and carefully merged them together again.
Jiehun nodded and said, "Meteor? If you can fuse thousands of flying knives, wouldn't that be a meteor shower?"
"I was just thinking of creating a meteor shower!"
While Liu Feng was speaking, Dao Wuji's voice suddenly came from a distance: "Have you been lazy during the days I was away?"
Liu Feng quickly put away the Meteor Knife and said nonchalantly, "Lazy? Do I look like someone who would be lazy?"
"What about the scimitar I asked you to make?"
"What scimitar? I tell you, I just don't have the materials. I can understand the blueprint. By the way! Didn't you say you were going to get some materials? Why did you return empty-handed?" Liu Feng stared at Dao Wuji in confusion, "You took so long to be gone, are you the one who was lazy?" Liu Feng did not mention a word about the fact that he had refined a meteor flying knife.
Dao Wuji sighed and said, “Don’t mention it. I originally wanted to go to Ba Dao Men to borrow some weapons as materials, but who knew that the people from Ba Dao Men would actually collude with the Demon Realm’s Tong Ling Cult. I ran into an acquaintance and was delayed for some time.”
"Met an acquaintance?" Liu Feng looked at Dao Wuji's tired expression and seemed to realize that Dao Wuji was seriously injured.
After looking Dao Wuji up and down for a long time, Liu Feng asked again: "You met an enemy and were severely injured, so you are embarrassed to come back?"
"Can you tell that I'm seriously injured?" Dao Wuji's face was stiff, and he couldn't hold on any longer. He sat on the ground, holding his chest and saying with difficulty: "We must leave here immediately. I'm afraid that the bastards from the Spiritualism Cult will find us soon!"
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the stone chamber, as if someone was rushing towards this side. Could it be the people from the Demonic World's Spiritual Cult that Dao Wuji mentioned
(End of this chapter)