Palace of Heavenly Kings

Chapter 900 Fire Pattern Knife ([-])

The Zhantian Sword is a treasure that Chen Mo obtained when he was on Earth, and it is the flying sword of the Sword Immortal. It is precisely because of this that Chen Mo has cultivated the Wanjian Jue, a heaven-defying skill that was originally impossible to cultivate. Cooperating with his powerful spiritual consciousness, the current Zhantian Sword is Chen Mo's biggest reliance.

Sword Immortal's natal flying sword, all its materials must be very precious and rare. After many times of tempering and the impact of dragon veins, Zhan Tianjian was condensed again, and some impurities that had been eroded by countless years were refined again. , forming the layer of sword film on the surface of the sword body.

But even if it's just a layer of sword film on the sword, Chen Mo used his colorful flames to temper it for seven or 49 days before completely breaking it off.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and finally showed a satisfied smile as he looked at the two swords in flames.

The brilliance of the Zhantian Sword flashed, and it returned to Chen Mo's soul sea to be warmed up. After being tempered again, the Zhantian Sword has obviously shrunk a circle, lighter in weight, faster in speed, and of course sharper.

Getting rid of these impurities is also a transformation for Zhan Tianjian, but if Zhan Tianjian wants to advance in the future, I am afraid that it needs to be forged with more precious materials.

The sword membrane was quickly melted by the colorful flames after it broke away from the Zhantian Sword, and the first-grade broadsword in his hand was even more unbearable, it melted into liquid just after entering the flames.

The two balls of liquid merged into one ball, and then gradually turned into a knife under Chen Mo's control.

It's just that this knife is smaller than before, and it looks more refined, and there are many lines on the blade.

Using spiritual energy to carry the newly refined knife to the casting table, Chen Mo held the hammer.

"Bang!" The collision between the hammer and the blade continued to make a crashing sound, and sparks splashed everywhere, steaming hot.

There were endless voices in the entire refining room.

"Next door... is someone refining weapons?" In the refining room next door, Elder Wu Wei was explaining the essentials of refining weapons to his disciples, when he suddenly heard a burst of ping-pong-pong sound, as if there was some inexplicable rhythm .

"I don't know who it is? It's been almost two months since I occupied the refining room, and I haven't seen him come out."

"Hush~" Wu Wei made a silent gesture, and then listened carefully.

"This should be a kind of hammering method, but it is not a combat hammering method, but is specially made for refining weapons. There seems to be some kind of great truth in this hammering method, like a fairy song, beautiful, really wonderful ah!"

Wu Wei showed an obsessed look, and with his eyes closed, he really seemed to be enjoying the beautiful tune.

"Master..." The disciple was speechless when he saw the master who seemed to be possessed by a demon.

Didn't you say that you have a lot of work to do every day, and only today is the time to give us a lecture?But what are you doing?
Ugh!
The disciples sighed heavily, shook their heads helplessly, and then left the casting room. Instead of waiting here, they might as well hit a few hammers by themselves and gain a little more experience.

So there was such a miraculous scene in the refining room of the Wushu school, a young man was hammering in the refining room, and an old man was listening to a song with his eyes closed next door.

It's just a pity that other people can't understand such a miraculous thing.

Chen Mo held the knife in his hand, and said with some satisfaction: "It was almost promoted to the third-rank spiritual weapon, but the second-rank peak is almost enough at this stage."

What appeared in Chen Mo's hand was a five-foot broadsword, similar to the sabers worn by the dragons in ancient times. There were patterns in the shape of flames on the blade, which were scalded on because of poor materials. It looks pretty cool now.

"In that case, let's call you the Fire Pattern Knife!" Chen Mo said.

Walking out of the refining room with the fire pattern knife, the night sky was full of stars, Chen Mo jumped and disappeared instantly.

And Wu Wei, who was listening to music in the refining room next to him, finally opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot out from his eyes.

"Listen to the Dao, I'm going to break through!" After saying that, he lit the casting furnace and started beating. Whether he can break through to the third-grade refining master depends on tonight!
Chen Mo didn't go back, he came directly to a mountain forest, where the disciples of Wushu Sect usually practiced.

Taking advantage of the night when no one was around, he happened to see if his weapon was in his hand, and he could also try Luo Yu's Silent Movement.

He began to run in the night sky, faster and faster, tossing and turning in the forest, and soon became familiar with it. This is his first time practicing agility, a kind of kung fu, although the eight steps against the sky also belong to agility However, the most important thing is to improve one's own strength, which is still far from this kind of exercise that specializes in honing body skills.

In future fights, he will be able to better display his strength.

In a good mood, Chen Mo jumped around in the forest, like a child who hadn't grown up. He saw a big tree and chopped it with a fire pattern knife.

I saw that the big tree was directly burned into coke by this knife.

He saw a big rock, and he chopped it down again, and the big rock turned into fine powder in an instant.

When he saw the waterfall, he cut it down with a knife. Even the waterfall burned briefly, and then was extinguished by the continuous flood.

"Not bad, not bad." Chen Mo shook the fire pattern knife in his hand, and said, "It's still usable, and you can't always fight with people unarmed!"

Just when Chen Mo was triumphant, countless water droplets suddenly shot out from behind the waterfall. Chen Mo saw that those water droplets enveloped him like a flower.

"Who is it!" Chen Mo snorted coldly, the fire pattern knife in his hand was about to cut out, almost forgot that he was in the Wushu school!He quickly disguised his strength to the level of a god, and then slashed down.

The knife mark condensed by the flames cut towards the flower formed by the water drop, directly splitting the flower in two.

But the flower didn't just disappear, instead the water droplets re-condensed and turned into a ferocious snake that bit Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was stunned, and he didn't know who it was. Although his strength was not strong, his fighting skills were astonishing. Both his reaction and coping ability were top-notch.

A flame appeared in the palm of his left hand, and with his fingers moving, a sea of ​​flames suddenly appeared in front of him. Chen Mo raised the fire pattern knife in his hand, and those flames gathered in the blade as if being attracted.

With one slash, the sky and the earth change color.

All the surrounding vegetation was burned, and the sword energy condensed by the terrifying flames directly vaporized the big snake.

The waterfall was cut off in an instant, and endless water vapor rose around it.

A person slowly walked out of the mist and said, "It's really unexpected to be able to use this fire-promoting hand like this."

It was a woman, a woman with exquisite facial features, but a tattered woman who was burned all over her body.

(End of this chapter)