high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 131 One Sword Frost and Cold Fourteen States

Two lumps of iron, simple and unpretentious creations, were placed on the left and right palms by the primordial spirit in the Niwan Palace.

It was as if an invisible flame was burning them, and the shape of the iron block also changed for a while.

Sometimes they are slender and long like thin sticks, sometimes they are round like big circles, and sometimes they are square like chests...

As Yuanshen's lips moved slightly and he kept chanting ancient scriptures, beams of dazzling light burst out from the iron block from time to time, illuminating the Niwan Palace into a gloomy one.

But the sword light didn't last long, just after a short moment, the iron block fell into silence again, as if nothing had happened.

Forging a flying sword is quite different from refining a magic weapon.

It uses fine gold and spiritual material as the mother embryo, the human body as the furnace, the qi and blood as the fire, and the real qi as the hammer.

The birth of every flying sword is not easy.

These two rough embryos of divine iron were continuously forged by Bai Shu with his primordial spirit day and night, but they have not yet revealed half of their progress.

This step is a grind, there is no rush, and there is no rush.

It's a pity that the progress of refining can't be accelerated by attribute value, otherwise, he wouldn't have to work so hard.

But just now, just when Bai Shu was about to sink his mind into the golden bell, suddenly, there was a big shock in Niwan Palace.

The movement was so violent, countless sword sounds came out of Niwan Palace, dyeing the whole world with a subtle buzzing sound.

On the surface of the skin and body, that glazed body is also dripping blood, shining like divine gold.

All right?

Bai Shu was both surprised and delighted.

He took a deep breath, gathering all the leaked stern sword intent into his throat.

Yun Che took the initiative to open a wide mouth, and the whistling wind and clouds immediately rolled in, engulfed by the whistling sound of the sky.

call out!

Bai Shu opened his lips and teeth, and a white rainbow shot out from his mouth.

moment!

Before the rushing wind approached, it was cut into two halves by a vast and sharp sword light.

boom!

Boom! ! !

A big hole seemed to be pierced through the clouds, and everything, everything in front of that sword light, was forcefully pushed out.

Within thirty feet, an unusually clear, dazzlingly cold white line was stagnant in the void, and would not disperse for a long time.

The corners of Bai Shu's lips moved, and the smile in his eyes also lingered for a long time.

In Niwan Palace, Yuanshen's left and right hands, the rough embryo of Shentie has not yet been forged into flying swords.

But the lump of iron in his left hand, faintly, already roughly looks like a sword.

Sword chant is continuously emitting from it, stirring repeatedly in Niwan Palace.

The movement just now came from the hand of this flying sword.

Seeing Fei Jian's sword chants getting louder and louder, Bai Shu couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction, even the center of his eyebrows felt a little ache.

At most three to five days——

Then he can have a real flying sword——

Bai Shu took one last look at Jian Embryo, parted his mind, and sank directly into the golden bell.

Qingli Palace is about to recruit a son-in-law, he must cherish every quarter of an hour and not waste it.

Troubled times are approaching, and he has no time left to squander.

Familiar with the road, Bai Shu didn't even look at the lion's step, so he went straight to the big peacock fist.

As before, the man who couldn't see the edge at a glance, on the vast water, was shirtless and couldn't see his face was silent, like an old stone monument since ancient times.

Suddenly, his underwater ripples twisted slightly.

As if waking up a sleeping beast, the ferocious aura slowly revived from the man, and his palms radiated brilliance, making the colors of the world blur.

The man punched brazenly, and shot down the little Taoist priest who had just emerged from the water.

The air flow roared like knives and gathered around those shining fists, the air was instantly torn apart violently, making the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, like countless ghosts screaming in the dark wind.

Although the punch hadn't arrived, the water surface under their feet had already started to heave violently.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound.

The corpse with half of its body missing was powerless and fell down, staining the surface of the water with a faint scarlet.

Bai Shu calmly withdrew her fist, obediently stood on the water and waited.

Not long, not even just breaths.

The headless corpse disappeared again, and a newborn man appeared not far away, as if nothing had happened.

He opened his eyes wide just now, and what he saw was fists that filled his eyes.

There was no time to dodge, the fist prints continued to enlarge in the eyes, and soon——

Bang!

The corpse fell powerlessly again...

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

On the water lake, Bai Shu kept throwing his fists, and the blasting sound of the fist wind faintly connected into a line.

He yawned and narrowed his eyes slightly.

With a backhand slap, the man who came out of the water was slapped down like a whack-a-mole.

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Qinghuang County, Xiaozang Mountain.

This is the largest county closest to Tongjiang among the eight counties in Jiangbei.

When you arrive at Qinghuang, you will not be far from the vast and boundless Tongjiang River that divides the north and the south of the Great Zheng.

On the top of Xiaozang Mountain, there are two dilapidated airships fleeing in embarrassment, like stray dogs.

Behind the two flying boats, there are densely packed, and if you count them roughly, there are hundreds of rays of light.

"elder brother!"

The beautiful woman in light yellow clothes screamed. Behind her, a pair of blood-red ghost claws tore through the triple restraint of the flying boat. There was only a thin light curtain between the beautiful woman's back and heart.

"elder brother!"

The beautiful woman looked terrified, she frantically grabbed the sleeve of the man in gray next to her, with tears in her eyes.

"What are we going to do?!"

She could hardly contain herself from crying, her hands were shaking.

why?

Why is this happening?

"Don't be afraid."

The gray-clothed man's voice trembled, but he mustered up his courage and tried to comfort him:

"This flying boat is extremely fast, and it will definitely be able to get rid of them."

He turned his head, looked at his little sister, and squeezed out a smiling face:

"Although there are many of them, they can't catch up with us. No matter how many people there are, they are useless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of shouting from beside him.

"Brother Han!"

The man in gray turned his head in astonishment, and saw the resolute faces of his friends on another flying boat not far away.

"There's no escape! I'll stop one or two for you!"

A shout came from the flying boat: "Take Lingmei and go quickly!"

In the gray-clothed man's eye-opening expression, the flying boat turned its head resolutely, and rushed headlong into the colorful and countless dense escaping light in the posture of a moth to the flame.

why?

Why is this happening?

The man in gray had his nails deeply pierced into his palm, he gritted his teeth, and turned his head hard.

"You go."

Hearing the roar behind him, the man in gray said hoarsely.

"elder brother?"

The beautiful woman in light yellow clothes was stunned, she turned her head with disbelief on her face.

"I let you go!"

The man in gray came from roaring, he ruthlessly pushed back the woman, and managed to get out of the flying boat by himself.

呲!呲!呲!

As soon as he leaped over the flying boat, the body of the man in gray was pierced by dozens of fingers. The hand he just raised, the seal that was only half squeezed, was unable to hang down.

Are you going to die?

He tried his best to open his eyes wide. In his blurred vision, his friends were like dead dogs, being grabbed by someone powerlessly.

The man in gray closed his eyes in despair.

In the end, he no longer had any hope for his little sister's escape.

It seemed like a long, long time had passed, but the expected pain never came.

The man in gray opened his eyes tremblingly, but then froze suddenly.

Light, endless light.

A Hongqiao is erected far away, which is extremely gorgeous.

On the Hongqiao, the tall and handsome Taoist priest had no expression on his face, and beside him was his little sister with rosy cheeks.

The young Taoist glanced down lightly, and when he saw the pair of eyes, no matter whether it was the pursuer or the man in gray, everyone was silent.

(End of this chapter)