Youth's Cultivation

"Ah!" Ling Feiyan was still tangled. She suddenly felt cold in front of her chest, and then a piercing pain made her scream!

"Whoosh!" A bloody red light flies, and Ling Feiyan's heart is hot-blooded. It is integrated into the traceless sword. The just suppressed Fengming is crisp, and the sound of the dragon wind echoes each other!

Ling Feiyan is completely ashamed at the moment. This hateful guy dares to

There was a crack in his chest. Of course, only his clothes were cut. The exposed skin was only an inch of snow-white, and there was still a little bright red blood.

Ling Feiyan didn't have time to think about it. She quickly turned to tidy up her clothes, but she was inexplicably flustered. Asshole, asshole, she cut her clothes in this case!

At the moment, in the outside world, although the divine mind can't detect the situation inside, the sound of the dragon wind and the sound of the sword sing echo each other, which has attracted the attention of many people. This situation has never happened. What master Mo refined this time is extraordinary!

In the refining room, master Mo's face was surprisingly dignified. Finally, dragon blood and Jiuyin spring were the most important!

"Boy, prepare to depict the seal. The speed must be fast!" Master Mo shouted and Wang Xiaohu nodded!

Master Mo took out the dragon blood jade bottle. Wang Xiaohu said to Ling Feiyan, "give me a few drops of blood essence!"

Wang Xiaohu's words made Ling Feiyan ashamed in an instant. These numbers really want to cut their chest!

"It's really honing haw. It wasn't like this before. Women are so beautiful!" Wang Xiaohu then waved the spirit sword. Ling Feiyan's index finger was cut a small hole. Wang Xiaohu used a jade bottle to collect the flying blood arrow. Then he cut his finger and collected a few drops of blood. The wings of the flame behind him shook and came to the fire sword in the air.

"Ready!" Mo Shi said, the jade bottle in his hand flew into the air, the dragon blood poured out, and a small stream of dragon blood flowed into the fire sword body, which was absorbed in an instant, and the fire sword seemed to inject vitality. In an instant, the momentum soared. Wang Xiaohu stood in front of him and shook his body under the impact of the soaring momentum, but without hesitation, he poured out the jade bottle containing his own blood, Under the traction of Wang Xiaohu's spirit, a blood arrow turned into a thread and wound into the body of the fire sword! The creature in the fire sword seemed to resist, and the sword body trembled violently! But Wang Xiaohu didn't lift his eyelids. He waved his fingers in the air and entered the sword with bloody silk threads!

"Ang!" It seems that as like as two peas, the dragon's voice is low, and the fire sword is silent. It becomes a red light and drills into the body of the tiger. Nishida Naka has a three inch small sword in the red red spring. It is just like the fire sword.

This feeling is so cool. Wang Xiaohu thinks that even if he seals some of his powers, the power of using the fire sword is several times stronger than that of using the five elements true meaning sword before.

Wang Xiaohu breathed a sigh of relief. Although the level of the red dragon is not high, his blood is too strong. Even relatively speaking, the dragon blood is much higher than the nine Yin cold spring, but the gap in strength makes them reach a balance.

"Can you continue?" Master Mo asked.

"No problem!" Wang Xiaohu nodded!

Master Mo's expression this time is more dignified than just now. The dragon blood is like a young dragon. It has great potential, but it is still weak now. However, the Jiuyin cold spring shows that an adult Python must resist stronger. Master Mo's imperial sword is also opposite Wang Xiaohu, and the ice blue spirit sword is in the middle of them.