God Of Martial Arts

Every time tianruo sword called the soldier caster, he would call him the master. He respected the soldier caster very much. Lin Feng understood that the old man walking here was actually an old monster who had lived for many years. He had made Gaye countless years ago. Many of the people present were junior figures in front of him.

What's more, the soldier caster seems to be ordinary, but when he comes out, he seems to have an aura that draws all people's eyes to the past. In the ordinary ordinary, it seems to contain the artistic conception of blending with the way of heaven. As if he walked there, he was the only one.

No one will doubt that, in addition to his unparalleled achievements in refining weapons, the military caster's strength must be extremely terrible. Although he seldom uses force with others, it is almost obvious. To say the least, even if his strength is not good, the holy king of Dacheng can be destroyed by the holy King soldiers made by himself.

The soldier caster went to the front of the crowd, stopped at a distance from the crowd, raised his head, looked at the crowd, and then his eyes fell on the empty caster's side.

"Elder martial brother!" The empty caster nodded slightly to the soldier caster.

"Master." Tian Ruo Jian called out, which was quite respectful.

"How is your master?" The soldier cast his eyes on tianruo sword and asked.

"Master, he is very good. I can't come this time. Let me say hello to the elder for him." Tianruo sword responded, and the soldier caster nodded and said, "it's not the end but the starting point."

Tianruo sword looked sluggish, and then he laughed: "Master said, if you don't reach the extreme of martial arts, it will always be the starting point."

"Well, he's a martial arts maniac." "A few years ago, a friend sent me a piece of refining material, so I've been collecting accessories. Now I'm ready to make a sword. I'm glad you can come here."

"Master joked, it's our honor to see the soldiers casting swords." The crowd nodded one after another. They all thought it was a rare opportunity to see with their own eyes how the powerful king soldiers were born.

"If something goes wrong in my refining process, I hope you can help me suppress it." The soldier caster said again, which made the pupils of the crowd shrink. The soldier caster said that if he smelt the tools, would there be any difference?

He was the first soldier caster of the first God casting division of jiuxiao weapon refining. He has refined countless terrible holy King soldiers. How powerful is the refining ability? Why would he say such words today.

"The soldier caster is likely to refine a holy King's soldier that he has never tried before. He is afraid that he can't suppress it, so he will open up the weapon." Some people think so.

"The soldiers are worried that there is something wrong with the refining tools. What kind of terrible materials is the refining materials sent by his friend, and what swords will the soldiers forge?"

"It is possible that the holy King soldiers refined by the soldier caster will exceed his limit."

The crowd is looking forward to what weapons the soldier caster can refine this time.

"All of you, please step back. I'm going to start." After listening to the soldier casting, the crowd immediately got up and retreated towards the distance. Soon, there was a huge space left for the soldier caster.

They stood together and heard him say: "elder martial brother is full of energy and blood. It's the first time that I saw him have such a strong energy. I'm afraid he has prepared for this refining for a long time and has a good rest."

"Do you want to challenge your limits?" Tian Ruo Jian asked.

The empty caster nodded slightly and said, "it should be related to the material of the refining device."

At this moment, the soldier caster's feet trembled. Suddenly, in front of him, there appeared a series of terrible flame stripes, which spread wildly towards the eight sides. This flame stripe would lock the whole land. In the void, a terrible power of heaven diffused down, and the oppressive atmosphere immediately covered the whole area, and constantly spread towards the city 。

"Boom It was as if there was a terrible flame and lightning split from the sky. On the ground, there was a terrible Tiankeng a few hundred meters deep. Inside, a sky fire was lit.

The sky above the pit darkened, blackened by the fire, as if turned into ruins, and a cloud of flame was rolling there.

"No doubt, he is a master of weapons. He must be a master of independent weapons." Lin Feng murmured. At the moment, the soldiers are carving terrible array roads to prepare for refining weapons.

"It's so powerful, father. It's the strength of our predecessors. It's terrible." Cover the sky to see the sky is dim down, the sky above, that strong pressure, let people tremble.

"The master of weapon refining, who is famous for jiuxiao, is naturally very strong." Lin Feng nodded slightly, there, as if burning the fire of the way of heaven. The soldier caster stood in front of the flame with a calm look, so he stood there without any other action.

The weapon caster must achieve the ultimate goal. In order to cast fire, one must make his own flame to the extreme, so that he can melt the material of the weapon at will. Like the array, the flame is the basis of the weapon.Looking up at the city, it seems that the people who look up and look at the city are still, and the whole day is full of excitement.

At last, at this time, the body of the soldier caster finally moved. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand. Then he bent his finger and shot. In an instant, a section of terrible corpse appeared in the endless burning flame above the deep pit, which was shocking.

"Here, the bones of the saints!" The pupils of the crowd contracted, and there were a lot of bones, and those bones seemed to roar, as if there was will.

"The material of weapon refining referred to by the soldier caster is these bones. Who gave it to him?" The heart of the crowd trembled, and the mind of the soldier caster moved again. Under the pit, it seemed that there were countless flame chains flying in the air. All of a sudden, all those corpses were locked. Suddenly, thousands of corpses roared in the sky, which made people's head swell and hurt, which was extremely harsh, as if the will were going to collapse.

"It's very difficult to cast swords from the bones of saints, and they are all terrible holy bodies with will. It's hard to suppress them and melt them into a sword. No wonder elder martial brother is so cautious." The empty caster was quite shocked, and obviously he did not think of it.

The soldier caster steps forward again. In his hand, a transparent object appears and throws it forward. In an instant, the flame envelops it and melts crazily.

"Hum!" The soldier's body rushed into the fire, holding a huge hammer, suddenly hit the transparent object in the past, and made a terrible sound in the void.

"So strong!" The crowd looked trembling, and the hammer kept falling. For forty-nine days, the crowd finally saw the prototype of the sword. Moreover, as if it were illusory, it was like a shadow.

"Sword embryo!" Lin Feng looks at it quietly. It's very different from that of Yanjin tower. It seems that he does what he wants, but he makes every move to the extreme. At the moment, he is using his fingers to carve stripes on the embryo of the sword, making it seem that there is a dent in the middle of the sword.

"Come in!" The soldier caster raised his head, and suddenly, the chain with the corpse floated over the sword embryo. Then, the saint's skeleton seemed to be melting. Drops of liquid dropped on the dent, and then it fell into the sword embryo, as if to be completely integrated into it.

"The bones of the saints are all melted. Will, too, should be integrated into it?" With the endless drops of liquid falling into the sword, the sword embryo was shaking continuously. However, at this moment, the soldier caster stands there, his soul comes out of the body, directly rushes into the sword embryo and suppresses the will. His body stands still, and the spirit comes out completely.

"What a crazy guy. If someone stealthily attacks his body at this time, he will suffer." It's crazy to forge weapons.

Thousands of corpses were melted into the sword embryo and disappeared in the fire. The sword embryo trembled more and more fiercely. A virtual shadow floated out. It was the spirit of the soldier caster. At the moment of his spirit coming out, the endless chain went to the sword lock, and the sword went straight into the sky, as if to leave here.

"Where to go!" The soldier cast a cold drink, and the void seemed to be stagnant. His body trembled, his fingers crossed the tip of the sword, and the blood dripped into the sword. Then he continued to carve the sword with his bleeding fingers. At the same time, endless chains locked the sword.

"Stop for me!" The soldier caster drinks it again, as if there is a blood seal falling on the sword. Then, in the void, countless light spots float, and the soldier caster's hands coagulate the ancient seal. The countless light spots all plunge into the sword embryo, and the flame continues to quench wildly and integrate them all together.

The soldier caster raised his head, looked up to the sky and inhaled, and then poured out the power of heaven into the sword and integrated into the sword.

After a long time, the sword that calmed down trembled wildly again, as if to fall into a riot. But at this moment, the sky was full of terrible looting light, which made the crowd all look up, and the weapons robbery appeared. How strong is the natural calamity of King soldiers!