Peerless Martial God

Every day, if the sword is called the caster, it will be called the predecessor, and he is very respectful to the soldiers. Lin Feng understands that this old man who walks in is actually an old monster who has lived for many years, he has been countless years ago. The Kaye was cast, and many of the people present were young people in front of him.

Moreover, the soldiers cast seem ordinary, but when he came out, it seemed to have a gas field, which attracted everyone's eyes to the past. In the ordinary, it seems to contain the artistic conception of blending with heaven, as if he was walking There, he is the only one.

No one will doubt that in addition to his unparalleled achievements in the refining machine, his strength must be extremely terrible. Although he rarely uses force, he is almost obvious. Even if his strength is not good, it is enough to destroy the great king of the holy king with his own refining.

The soldiers cast themselves in front of the crowd, stopped at a distance from the crowd, looked up, and he glanced at the crowd, and then his eyes fell on the side of the empty caster.

"Brother!" The empty caster nodded slightly to the soldiers.

"Predecessors." Tian Ruojian shouted, and looked quite respectful.

"Is your teacher respecting him?" The soldiers cast their eyes on the sword, and asked.

"The teacher respects his old man very well. I can't come here this time. Let me say hello to the seniors on his behalf." Tian Ruojian responded, and the soldiers cast their heads and said: "To a realm, not the end, but the starting point. It is."

When the sword looks awkward, he laughs: "The teacher said that if you don't reach the extreme of the martial arts, you will always be the starting point."

"But, he is a martial art." The soldiers cast their mouths, and then his eyes looked at the people, opening: "A few years ago, a friend sent a piece of refiner material, so for years, I have been I am very happy to collect the excipients and are now ready to refine a sword. You can come here."

"The master is joking, it is our pleasure to watch the soldiers cast swords." I heard only one person said that the crowd nodded. They all thought that they could see the soldiers and the refiners. It is a rare opportunity to see. How was the powerful King of the Kings born?

"If there is any difference in the process of my refining machine, I hope that you will shoot and help me suppress it." The soldiers cast it again, causing the crowd to shrink, and the soldiers cast the refiner, will there be a difference?

The first caster of the first man of the Jiuhua Refinery, who had refining countless terrible king soldiers, how powerful the refining capacity is, why do you say this today?

"The soldiers cast, it is very likely that they will refine a holy soldier who he has never tried before, and he is worried that he can't suppress it, so he will open the refiner." Some people thought so.

"The soldiers are worried that the refining machine will have a bad pool. What kind of horrible material is the material of the refiner that his friend sent. What kind of sword should the soldiers cast?"

"It is possible that the soldiers of the sacred refining of the soldiers will surpass his limits."

The crowd is very much looking forward to the soldiers who are looking forward to refining weapons.

"You still have to go back, I want to start." Only the soldiers who cast the soldiers said, suddenly the crowds got up and retreated toward the distance. Soon, this position, there was a huge space left, left to the soldiers. Caster.

The empty casters stood together and only listened to him. "The energy of the brother is very abundant, and the blood is very strong. I saw him for the first time. He is so energetic. I am afraid that he is ready for this refining. For a long time, recuperate."

“Is the seniors trying to challenge their limits?” asked Tian Ruojian.

The empty caster nodded slightly and said: "It should be related to the material of the refiner."

I saw the moment, the soldiers cast their feet trembled, suddenly in front of him, there was a terrible flame streak, which spread out to the madness of the eight sides. This flame streak, the whole piece of land should be locked, the void Among them, a horrible heavenly power spreads down, and the repressed atmosphere instantly envelopes the entire area and continues to spread out toward the city.

"Humble!" It seems that there is a terrible flame lightning from the sky, above the ground, there is a tens of hundreds of meters deep horror crater, which ignited the skyfire.

The sky above the deep pit darkened and was blackened by the flames, as if it had been turned into ruins, and a black cloud of flames rolled over there.

"A powerful independent refiner, must be a terrible sect of the sect of the sect, and a sculler of this level. There is no doubt that he is also a philosopher, and he has a whisper." Lin Feng whispered, at the moment The engraved horrible road is preparing for the refiner.

"It's so good, my father, the strength of the soldiers' casters, it's so horrible." The sky was dim and the sky was dim. On the top of the sky, the strong power of the force made people tremble.

"The famous refining master is very strong." Lin Feng nodded slightly, there, as if burning the fire of the heavens, the soldiers cast in front of the flame, look calm, then stand there, no other movements.

The soldiers cast the refiner, it is necessary to do the ultimate, to cast the fire, it is necessary to let their own flames to the extreme, in order to smelt the refining material as desired, the flame and the array method are the basis of the refiner.

The people who came to watch were all strong people, and those who were not arrogant, all looked at them quietly. The process of casting fire lasted for three days, and the whole city was already dark. The crowd looked up at the sky, the heart was shocking, and the sky seemed to be burning.

Finally, at this time, the body of the soldier caster finally moved. I saw his footsteps stepping forward, and the palms of his hands stretched out, and then he slammed a bullet. In an instant, the top of the deep pit, appeared in the flame of endless burning. A terrible bone was shocked.

"This, the saint's bones!" The crowd's pupils contracted, a lot of bones, and the bones seemed to be roaring, as if there was a will.

"The material of the refiner that the soldiers cast refers to is the bones. Who gave it to him?" The crowd trembled, and the soldiers cast their minds and moved again. They saw under the deep pit, as if there were countless flame chains vacant. All of those bones were locked together. Suddenly, above the sky, thousands of bones roared, making people’s heads sore and extremely harsh, as if the will would collapse.

"The sword is made with the bones of the saints, and they are all terrible sacred corps with the will. If you want to suppress them and smelt them on a sword, how difficult is it, no wonder the brothers are so careful." The empty caster was shocked, obviously He did not think of it.

The soldier casts his footsteps again and sees his hand. A transparent object appears, throwing it toward the front. In an instant, the flame will shroud and smelt.

"Oh!" The body of the Bengzhu rushed into the flames, holding a hammer and a hammer, and suddenly smashed toward the transparent thing, and made a terrible crisp sound in the void.

"Good and sturdy!" The crowd trembled, and the slamming hammer continued to kneel down for forty-nine days. The crowd finally saw the prototype of the sword, and, like the illusory, it was as if it were.

"Jian's embryo!" Lin Feng looked at him quietly. The soldier's refiner was very different from the man of the flame tower. It seemed to do whatever he wanted, but he did the best for each movement. At this moment, he is using himself. The fingers are engraved on the sword embryo, making the middle of the sword seem to have dents.

"Come in!" The soldier cast his head up. Suddenly, the chain with the bones floated over the sword embryo. Then the saint's bones seemed to melt, a drop of liquid, dripping on the dent, and then falling into the sword embryo. Inside, it seems to be completely integrated into it.

"The bones of the saints are all melted, and the will is to be integrated into it!" As the endless drops drip into the sword, the sword embryos trembled constantly, but at this moment, only the soldiers cast Standing there, the soul came out of the body and rushed directly into the sword embryo, suppressing the will, and his body stood still, and the soul was completely isolated.

"A good crazy guy, if someone sneaked his body at this time, he would be miserable."

Thousands of bones were smelted into the sword embryo, disappeared in the flame, and the sword embryo trembled more and more, and only a ghost image floated out. It was the soul of the soldier caster. At the moment of the exit, the endless chains went toward the sword, and the sword went straight into the sky, as if to leave.

"Where to go!" The soldier casts a cold drink, and the void seems to be stagnant. I saw his body tremble, his fingers crossed the tip of the sword, and the blood dripped into the sword, and then continued to nick the sword with his **** fingers. The endless chain locks the sword at the same time.

"Give me a stop!" The soldiers cast again, as if there was a blood seal on the sword, and then in the void, countless spots of light drifting, the soldiers cast hands with ancient seals, that countless spots all pounced into the sword embryo Above, the flame continues to be madly tempered, bringing it all together.

I saw that the soldiers cast their heads up, sucked up in the sky, and then spit out the power of heaven in the sword and integrated into the sword.

It lasted for a long time, and the sword that had subsided once again trembled madly, as if to fall into riots, but at this moment, on the top of the sky, there was a horrible looming light, which made the crowd look up, and the look was shocked. Appeared, how strong this kind of sacred king soldier will be!