refining sword

Chapter 60 Sword Spirit Birth
On the ground in the center of the formation, a layer of blood mist suddenly gathered on the blood-colored magic sword. The rune engraved on it seemed to have suddenly come to life, and slowly wriggled, absorbing the surrounding blood mist little by little. into the blade.

At the same time, on the entire battlefield, there are dots of light blue blurred light emerging everywhere, some of which are darker in color, and when condensed together, vague human figures can be seen vaguely, while others are extremely light in color. Almost disappeared.

If Tie Jian was here at this moment, he would be surprised to find that the souls of the many dead on the battlefield failed to dissipate naturally, but gathered towards the 36 soul-breaking nails.

In addition to the souls of these soldiers, there are also some spiritual souls of the monks who follow the army, which cannot resist the attraction of the broken soul nails.Most of them are dark in color, and you can even vaguely see their faces before they were alive.

All soul light spots, without exception, will be shattered by the black light emitted from them when they get close to the 36 soul-breaking nails, and then inhaled into them.

And every time a living soul is inhaled, a tiny bit of spiritual pattern emerges from the bottom of the blood-colored magic sword.

Feeling the various changes on the blood-colored magic sword, Feng Qingzi, who was standing in the cloud, calmed down, and actually sat down cross-legged in the void where the old god was present.

I saw that his eyes were closed, and he opened his mouth and spit into the void.

A blood-red golden core flew out of his mouth and fell towards the big formation below.

After it flew to the sky above the blood-colored magic sword, it hovered, and a raging red fire began to pour out of it, wrapping the magic sword and calcining it.

As the Pill Fire began to refine the blood-colored magic sword, a layer of dark red mist began to rise from the blood-colored light curtain, filling the entire battlefield.

Just now, the army of Jin and Vietnam was chasing and fleeing, and almost at the same time, they all fell into a stagnant state, and bloodthirsty red light began to emerge from the depths of everyone's pupils.

Immediately afterwards, there was a terrifying roar.

All the pawns seemed to have gone into a frenzy and started to kill each other.

This kind of slaughter is not a life-threatening struggle between the Jin and Yue armies, but a chaotic massacre that is almost irrational between everyone.

They no longer distinguish between nationalities and subordinates, and they all frantically attack the closest person beside them.

At this moment, the animal nature became the nature, the killing became the master, and the entire battlefield became a purgatory-like Asura field on earth.

The bodies of soldiers fell down, and the stench-rich blood pooled together, gurgling like a small river. Above these corpses, faint light and shadows appeared, and stars were dotted.

The surrounding blood-inducing pillars and soul-breaking nails flashed wildly on the surface at this moment, constantly swallowing the blood and souls of thousands of dead soldiers into the blood-colored magic sword.

In the enchanting Pill Fire, on the body of the magic sword, the strange spirit pattern became complete little by little.

At the same time, a human-shaped phantom formed by the collection of blood energy also began to appear in suspension around the blood spirit sword, shaped like a child, running and spinning around the blood-colored magic sword.

Although King Guangliang was not a swordsman, he already understood what was happening on the battlefield at this moment.

Seeing the Vietnamese soldiers who fell in pieces, his heart froze.He staggered back and sat on a large chair on the city wall with a sullen expression. When several leading generals around saw this, they stepped forward to help him, but he waved his hand to stop him.

"Let's go, let's go, run as far as you can..." he murmured.

The people around looked at each other in dismay, and although they were all hesitant, no one really turned around and left.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the distant sky, galloping through the air with a silver flying sword, and flew towards the tower in a graceful manner.

King Guangliang's heart jumped, he straightened up and said to himself, "Is there any reinforcements?"

As soon as his voice fell, the silver sword light had already fallen on the city head, but it was a young man in a white robe and soap boots, standing three feet off the ground on a silver sword.

His complexion was slightly dark, his eyes were clear, his face was not handsome, but he was angular, with a red hairband tied around his forehead, and his clothes were swaying and squeaking, looking quite a bit like a sword fairy.

But when King Guangliang saw his face clearly, he was struck by lightning, and said angrily, "Tie Jian, is that you?"

When the surrounding generals heard the words, they gathered around one after another, pulled out their swords and pointed at Tie Jian, glaring at each other.

"My lord, whether you believe it or not, the assassination of Master Situ was definitely not my fault, but something else." Tie Jian jumped off the sword of Tianling's son and mother and bowed slightly to King Guangliang. With a bow, a sincere gesture.

King Guangliang looked him up and down for a moment, waved his hand to let the people around him withdraw, and said with a sigh, "This is the end of the matter, it doesn't matter whether it's what you did or not, the country of Yue is destined to be destroyed..."

After that, his eyes showed hopelessness again, and he looked towards the battlefield outside the city.

At the same time, Tie Jian's gaze has also moved to that side, and it has also become extremely dignified.

"Resolve the immediate troubles first, and talk about other things later." Tie Jian stood on the top of the city. After he finished speaking, he did not wait for King Guangliang to speak, and immediately pointed to the void in front of him.

The Heavenly Spirit Son and Mother Sword hanging in the air behind him immediately swept out of the city head, turned into a silver rainbow, and shot towards Feng Qingzi high in the sky.

The silver light above the sword's edge shone, the void collapsed where it passed, and the explosions continued, almost instantly reaching Feng Qingzi.

The latter was cross-legged in the air, seemingly at the critical juncture of refining the Blood Spirit Sword. He was completely unaware of the Heavenly Spirit Sword and Mother Sword that came flying, and let it stab at his eyebrows.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed, holding a purple magic sword, and slashing down towards the Tianlingzimu sword.

It was just a flash of purple light, and the purple sword light slashed above the top of the child and mother swords, hitting it straight until the tip of the sword fell and flew diagonally.

"Ning Chen!" Tie Jian stood on the top of the city and said coldly after seeing the man's face.

After all, he turned his wrist and picked it up.

The silver long sword that had fallen down immediately turned its momentum and rose into the sky, stabbing straight towards Ning Chen.

Seeing this, Ning Chen's expression changed slightly, and immediately dodged to avoid it, and at the same time, a sword swept out, showing the long sword at the waist.

Only a sharp sound of "clang" was heard.Immediately afterwards, a cloud of silver light skyrocketed above the silver long sword, and the power absorbed by the previous blow erupted again.

"Boom!" Ning Chen was shocked by the sudden force, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out of his mouth, and he fell down.

Feng Qingzi, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes under the impact of this tremendous force.

He spat softly and scolded "waste", then unfolded his sleeves and shrouded the silver-white flying sword.

I saw a flash of light on the purple robe, and the seven stars embroidered on it were brilliant, and the cuffs of the robe suddenly swelled dozens of times, and all of a sudden, the Tianlingzimu sword was pocketed.

Feijian was put into his sleeve robe, and suddenly lost a square inch. He rushed left and right inside for a while, but he only propped up his cuffs to bulge one after another big bag, and he couldn't break through.

"Jian'er, my good disciple and grandson! I didn't read you wrong! As expected of a person who can awaken the soul-devouring fire, in just a few short years, he's already a late-stage foundation-building cultivator, using geniuses and demons It's not an exaggeration to praise you." Feng Qingzi showed a smile on his handsome cheeks, looked at Tie Jian from a distance, and said slowly.

Tie Jian's complexion was slightly condensed, and he looked at Feng Qingzi from a distance, but did not speak.

"You are a smart person, and you are very talented in sword-making. As long as you surrender your strange fire, this seat will not only protect you from death, but will also teach you all your life-long sword-making experience. Inherit the mantle of this seat. , from now on, within the two countries of Yue and Jin, you will be under one person and over ten thousand people." Feng Qingzi said after a brief pause.

"Fengqingzi, you are a Spirit Sword Master and an Extreme National Master, but you have neglected thousands of souls for your own selfish desires. Do you want to imitate such souls as you? Sorry, I can't do it." Tie Jian sternly refused.

"Haha, it's rare to have the thought of passing on the mantle once, but it was rejected. That's all... Since you don't want to eat toasts, then I have to invite you to eat fine wine." Feng Qingzi laughed.

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he said in shock and anger: "What did you do?"

"It's nothing, it's just ruining your golden core." Tie Jian smiled slightly, raised an index finger, and said indifferently.

A slender red-gold sword light flew back, and after flying around his fingers, it hovered beside him in a majestic manner.

At the same time, in the center of the battlefield below, the blood-red golden pill above the blood-colored long sword suddenly cracked with a crisp sound, cracking a gap.

Seeing this, Feng Qingzi suddenly let out a shrill roar, opened his mouth wide, and took a sharp breath back.

A stream of air visible to the naked eye flew back to his mouth immediately, and the golden core also flew back to his mouth.

The layer of flame shrouded in the blood-colored magic sword also converged and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled sound of "hum" came from the void.

The 36 soul-breaking nails and 72 blood-inducing pillars below shook at the same time, the light dimmed, and the bloody mist covering the entire battlefield began to slowly dissipate.

The two armies of Jin and Yue, who were still fighting in blood just now, have lost more than half of them. Those who survived by chance, at this moment, seem to have been taken out of time, and they fell to the ground one by one, with a look of daze on their faces.

After seeing the terrifying appearance of the surrounding mountains and seas of blood, they immediately remembered the bloody massacre between each other, and their expressions suddenly became terrified.

King Guangliang was stunned by the scene in front of him. At this time, he was able to regain his senses, and he was busy making Jin Jin again, calling the entire army to retreat.

Seeing this, Tie Jian did not attack Feng Qingzi again, but flew into the battlefield, commanded the red gold sword to swept around, and cut off more than a dozen soul-breaking nails and blood-inducing columns, completely destroying the entire blood sacrifice. big array.

And Fengqingzi Jindan was injured, and after recalling it into the body, he immediately adjusted his breath and repaired it, and he didn't care to stop him at all.

Tie Jian's figure flashed, and he took the opportunity to swipe away at the blood spirit sword that had not yet been tempered.

When he got closer, he saw that the lines on the blood-colored long sword were still squirming, as if he was sucking the blood flowing on the ground, which looked extremely strange.

Tie Jian's mind moved, and the scarlet flying sword immediately shot out, slashing towards the blood-colored long sword.

At this moment, on the hilt of the blood-colored long sword, a vague blood-colored little man suddenly appeared, and after laughing strangely at him, he disappeared into the blood sword.

"Sword Spirit!"

(End of this chapter)