I really don't want to be invincible

Chapter 77 Want?Come kill me! (four more)

"idiot."

Seeing him obsessed with obsession during the day, Ling rolled his eyes and said: "The most important thing in casting a sword is not the material, but the technology. I think you seem to want to forge a spiritual sword. Otherwise, as long as you can go all out to kill Leave me alone, and I will tell you how to cast a spirit-level divine sword."

"Do you know how to forge a sword?" The sword slave stopped suddenly.

"This is the second time you've asked me this question. I can tell you clearly that in terms of sword-making technology, I rank second. No one in this world dares to be number one. Let alone a spiritual sword, even if it is It’s a matter of minutes for me to be a heaven-level divine sword.” Back then, he even used a star to create a super-celestial-level divine sword, and I don’t know who owns this sword now superior.

"It's impossible for someone in the holy plane to know how to forge a heavenly sword." Sword Slave reprimanded loudly. He was extremely serious about forging swords. He didn't like to joke, and he didn't like to listen to other people's jokes.

"I know."

During the day, Ling curled his lips disapprovingly, stepped forward abruptly, and tapped his finger lightly between his brows.

Jian Nu's body trembled, and he felt a light entering his mind. The light spread rapidly, and the casting method of the mysterious weapon completely appeared in his mind.

"This……"

Jian Nu scratched his head in shock.

This casting technique is more than 10 times superior to the strongest casting technique he has mastered. Is this the casting technique of the spirit-level divine sword?
I didn't expect that he really understood the sword casting technique, not only understood, but also so superb.

"Don't get excited, this is just the casting technique of a mysterious-level weapon. Of course, the mysterious-level sword-casting technique I gave you may be stronger than the spiritual-level divine sword you forged, but with me, he only It’s just a Xuan-level sword-casting technique.”

"How is it possible? How is it possible that such a superb sword-making technique is only at the Xuan level?" The sword slave couldn't believe it.

"Before you agreed to kill me, did you think that I would easily hand over the forging technology of spirit-level weapons to you? You think too much." He was tricked by old man Ouyang last time. Make a second mistake on the question.

Jian Nu was excited.

The light in his eyes was extremely strong.

Just the mysterious casting technique made him think that it was the casting technique of the spirit-level artifact. If he could obtain his spirit-level casting technique, wouldn't it be possible to forge a high-grade spirit-level artifact in minutes?

He didn't want to know how he mastered such a superb casting technique, he just wanted to get his true biography.

Jian Nu looked at him, more and more excited.

But looking at it, his excited expression turned into doubt again.

"But if I kill you, how can you pass on the spirit-level casting technology to me?"

"Bring me a fire crystal!" Bai Bailing raised his mouth lightly, as long as he wanted to do it, there would be no way.

Without further ado, Jian Nu brought him a piece of pure fire crystal.

"Grind it into a ball with a diameter of one centimeter."

"it is good."

The sword slave raised his knife and dropped it. After a flash of sword light and sword shadow, the fist-sized fire crystal turned into a delicate crystal ball about one centimeter in size.

During the day, Ling took the ball, and a faint light poured into it. Under Jian Nu's surprised eyes, he swallowed the red ball into his stomach.

"Come on, if you want to get my spirit-level casting technology, use all your strength to kill me."

During the day, the corner of Ling's mouth raised a wicked smile, "Rip me open, take out that little ball, just crush it, and you'll get the advanced casting technology you've always dreamed of."

"Okay, I'll kill you now!"

All the excitement in Jian Nu's heart was expressed on his indifferent face. With a loud shout, the power of the eight-star yellow realm poured out, and a spirit-level divine sword on the wall flew into his hand, buzzing. The sound of the sword was sharp and ear-piercing.

"Don't stop, unleash all your strength. Remember, only by killing me, only by disemboweling me, can you get the sword-making skills you want." Bai Ling watched his aura grow stronger and stronger. The stronger he got, the more obvious the excitement on his face became.

"go to hell!"

The sword slave roared, and took a sharp step forward with his right foot. The floor paved with blue steel stones burst instantly, and he slashed sideways with the sword in both hands. .

Under the sword energy, all his clothes were wiped out, and there was a bright red mark on Ling Bailing's body.

but……

There was no sign of blood shedding at all.

Can the Eight Star Yellow Realm survive?

During the day, Ling stared blankly at the sword mark on his chest. Unexpectedly, he had been tempered in a steel furnace to make his body so strong that the full-strength sword of the Eight Star Yellow Realm didn't even break the skin.

Depend on!
"Damn it, come back and show your strongest moves again!" Ling Yi gritted his teeth during the day, really unwilling.

Jian Nu didn't intend to give up easily.

"This move will definitely kill you!"

There was another roar, and the aura of the sword slave exploded like a bomb. All the swords in the Forging Sword Pavilion moved in awe, and all of them floated in the air. The sharp sword lights were all aimed at Bai Bailing.

"Thousand swords style, ten thousand swords all at once!"

Thousands of swords pierced towards Bai Ling at the same time, completely submerging him in a breath, and the whole person stood there looking like a hedgehog.

"It hasn't succeeded yet, keep going!"

There was a hint of excitement in Ling's voice during the day, and some of the sharp sword light had penetrated his skin.

A trace of cold sweat fell on Jian Nu's forehead. After seven to seven days of refining in the steel furnace, his body was so strong that he could even carry his own Ten Thousand Swords Stance.

But for the spirit level sword casting technology, he will never give up easily!

"Wanjian style, the sea of ​​swords is raging!"

The sword slave raised his breath fiercely, and the swords surrounding Bai Bailing lifted him into the air, before he fell, thousands of swords rushed towards him like a stormy sea, and countless swords scratched his skin.

The blood dripped down, and the excitement on Ling Ling's face became more intense during the day, but his excitement didn't last for two seconds, and he found that the scars on his body healed quickly.

"Don't stop, open a wound first, and then attack the same wound desperately!" Bai Bailing personally guided him to adjust his strategy.

"Okay! Ten Thousand Swords Style, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Their Nest!" The veins all over Jian Nu's body burst out, and the sword in the air changed its shape again.

Thousands of swords flew past his side like migratory birds returning to their nests, and each sword pierced the same part of his body. Before the wound had time to heal, the next sword came again, deeper The wound appeared, and then more attacks continued to output.

Seeing a deep bone wound appeared on his chest, Tian Ling was excited, and quickly grabbed a sword and stabbed fiercely towards the wound.

Damn Yuanshen, let's see how you defend yourself!
Before the sharp sword arrived, flame-like energy suddenly spewed out from the wound. During the day, the sword in Ling's hand melted completely before it pierced in. In the end, only the hilt of the sword was left to stab the wound without pain, and his hand blocked the wound. In the second of the wound, the wound has healed quickly.

What the hell!

What the hell! ! !

During the day, Ling was going crazy. In order to survive in the world, this shit soul actually manipulated the power he absorbed, fuck it!
During the day, Ling was depressed to the point of autism.

"Is there any stronger moves? Hurry up and kill me!" Bai Bailing roared in the air.

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