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Chapter 51 The Blade
Cultivation has no time.

Fang Zelin stayed in Wanrenfeng Mountain to train iron ore. When there was no thunderstorm, he stayed in the cave below.

Such a rush of time was very fulfilling.

In such a time, three months passed in a hurry.

On this day, Fang Zelin followed the pattern of iron ore he felt, and finally forged iron ore to the point where it was almost the same as what he thought in his heart.

A small and sharp sword that was only three feet tall, with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

But in the blade, there is a trace of thunder, and when you look closely, it seems that there is a thunder and lightning wandering in it.

The blade is not particularly sharp, but it gives a feeling of invincibility.

Fang Zelin was holding a small sword at this moment, and his eyes revealed surprise.

This is the sword he forged by himself after sensing the iron ore!
During this period, when Fang Zelin was not exercising, he used spiritual energy to wash it day and night, and he also poured spiritual energy into it when forging.

Fang Zelin didn't know whether to do this or not. He just felt that iron ore seemed to be so hungry for spiritual energy.

After sensing this, Fang Zelin naturally poured his spiritual energy into it without the slightest bit of stinginess.

Now that the forging has been completed, there is a little bit of comprehension about this sword.

"Boom!"

The sword is cast, but the thunderclouds in the sky have not dissipated at this moment.

At this moment, it is still roaring in the sky, and it seems that there is an idea of ​​​​destroying this sword with thunder and lightning.

And the sword in Fang Zelin's hand was buzzing at this moment, and a hint of excitement spread to Fang Zelin's mind at this moment.

"You want to fight it?"

Fang Zelin was a little surprised.

The sword hummed, signaling that it wanted to do so.

I was buried in the soil before, but I don't know how many times I was struck by this lightning.

Now that it has finally taken shape, it wants to fight this thunder well.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin let go of his hand and let Baojian float in front of him.

Seeing the sword floating in front of him, Fang Zelin's eyes were even more surprised.

Good guy, this has just been formed, and it can actually fly?

I think he has practiced for so long, and now he has not mastered how to fly, this sword!

Found the treasure myself!

Fang Zelin admired the power of the sword in his heart, but then he was overjoyed.

The sword has such power, doesn't that add a bit of strength to him!

Just when Fang Zelin had such thoughts in his mind, the lightning in the sky locked the sword below.

The next moment, I saw a sudden light in the sky, and then suddenly a thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket slammed into Baojian.

The sword was struck by such a fierce thunder and lightning, and it suddenly hummed and almost fell directly to the ground.

Without waiting for the sword to recover, the next moment the power of thunder and lightning arrived.

It's over, this sword is no match at all
Fang Zelin was a little anxious when he saw this scene.

In the blink of an eye, another three lightning bolts fell directly on the sword.

At this moment, the sword is even more red, and it seems that it can't bear the power of thunder and lightning.

"return!"

Fang Zelin looked a little anxious, this is a sword that he finally forged, he can't ruin it like this!

When Baojian heard Fang Zelin's order, he seemed a little unwilling, but he swayed, as if he was drunk, and floated towards Fang Zelin.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin stretched out his big hand, grabbed the sword and prepared to go down the mountain first.

The power of heaven and earth is not so easy to contend with.

Fang Zelin was particularly aware of this.

"呲"

However, Fang Zelin had just grasped the sword, and the next moment his palm was torn apart, but the power of lightning still contained in the sword did not dissipate.

Fang Zelin touched it rashly at the moment, but he enjoyed this kind of heavenly power together.

"hiss!"

The power of thunder and lightning poured into the body, but Fang Zelin's body was numb in an instant, and then the spiritual power in his body suddenly seemed to be invaded and began to collapse.

"boom!"

After such a delay, the thunder and lightning in the sky locked the sword in Fang Zelin's hand, and another thunder and lightning slammed down.

When Fang Zelin noticed it, there was no way to avoid it.

Unless at this moment, he directly throws the sword Mingzhe in his hand to protect himself.

However, in a short period of time, Fang Zelin's body subconsciously used the Fengfeng Sword Technique.

In the swordsmanship of Yufeng, the object of control is the wind, and the power of the wind is used to increase the dexterity and power of the swordsmanship.

But now, Fang Zelin wanted to borrow the power of thunder and lightning.

The spiritual power in the body spewed out, protecting Fang Zelin and Baojian well.

The sword and the thunderbolt had just come into contact, and the spiritual power originally protecting the sword was instantly dissipated.

After Fang Zelin noticed this scene, he was shocked, and he quickly waved his sword to guide the lightning to other places.

The thunder and lightning had already been poured into the sword, and quickly spread towards Fang Zelin.

However, the next moment, the speed of the spread was stagnant, and then it came out of the sword and flew to the side, directly smashing a huge boulder in the distance.

Fang Zelin's confidence rose immediately upon seeing this.

Watching the thunder and lightning that came one after another, the spiritual power guarded the blade and used it several times.

The lightning that had already touched the sword body was thrown away.

Looking from a distance, I saw a person waving a small sword in his hand. When the sword touched the thunder and lightning, it was able to throw it away, just like the magic of fighting thunder.

When the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, Fang Zelin breathed a sigh of relief.

The sword in his hand is even more humming, and layers of glory are blooming on the sword.

Fang Zelin felt relieved when he saw this, the sword had just been formed, and he was still a little temperamental.

Fang Zelin put away his sword, turned and jumped off Wanren Peak.

After a while, it fell to the bottom of Wanren Peak.

At this moment, the red panda is still waiting in the hole below, and there are some berries in front of him.

Fang Zelin took a few berries and put them in his mouth, and said, "I'm leaving Xunxian, do you want to follow?"

As he spoke, Fang Zelin picked up a jacket on the side and wrapped the sword layer by layer.

This sword can be seen to be very unusual at a glance. In order to prevent some unnecessary things, Fang Zelin thinks it is better to wrap it up.

When the clothes were entangled, Fang Zelin had something like a cloth stick in his hand.

Putting it behind his back, Fang Zelin looked at the little panda beside him.

The little panda stared at Fang Zelin with hesitation in his eyes.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin grabbed the red panda, rubbed the other's hair, and tentatively prepared to take it away.

After spending the past few months together, Fang Zelin felt that he was a little used to following the red panda around him.

The little panda didn't resist at first, but when Fang Zelin walked away, the little panda immediately stood up and looked into the distance.

The next moment, he jumped down, looking at Fang Zelin, and then in the direction he came from.

Fang Zelin looked back at this scene and sighed.

If the little panda doesn't want to follow him, he won't force it.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin waved at the red panda, turned and left.

Leaving the little panda in place, he stared at Fang Zelin for a long time.

(End of this chapter)