Chapter 211: The Blood Furnace Is Used to Forge a Sword, a Precious Weapon. The Proud and Proud Jie Jie Meets the Sword Fairy.

The sword bell roared, the bell waves rippled, the sword energy was like a tide, and it looked like a flower blooming.

The ultimate mystery was displayed around the Jianchi Palace. The picture was very amazing, as if the heaven and earth were being pulled by the Dao, and the golden flames were like a dragon burning and winding, appearing from Anle's body and clinging.

The disciples of the Jianchi Palace were all immersed in the perception. The integration of military tactics had a great impact on them, and even let them see a new and hopeful road.

Because each of them had their own sword, they lived on the sword and accompanied the sword. The sword gave them the hope of cultivation and allowed them to have the qualifications to look forward to the future.

Even if they were not talented, they could still see hope on this road, because the sword was the partner of every disciple of the Jianchi Palace. The sword had spirit and soul, otherwise it would not be possible to die and melt the sword bell, making the sword bell a rare treasure.

Therefore, the integration of military tactics opened up hope for these disciples of the Jianchi Palace.

They were eager to observe the route of the scriptures, wanting to reflect themselves and achieve the transformation of their practice.

The world was quiet and solemn, with only the magnificent roar of the sword bell. The surface of the sword pool lake was full of waves, like boiling water, with water droplets jumping endlessly.

There was a unique Taoist essence that was attracted by Anle's preaching, falling from the sky, and smudged on the surface of the sword pool lake, like a mist.

This was an overall improvement, and everyone benefited from it and expanded their insights into practice.

Even Anle, who was preaching, had a lot of gains. In the process of teaching others, it was actually a process of perfecting and completing one's own method.

This time was the case. In the process of spreading the law, he sorted out his own shortcomings and perfected his practice.

In this process, the body forging cultivation naturally stepped into the perfection of the eighth realm.

The sword energy rose from the ground and surged around him, containing a unique sword meaning, sharp, sharp, and proud!

This is the unique sword intention of sword cultivators. Sword intention is also a kind of will of heaven and earth, and a manifestation of Tao. The eighth realm is to comprehend the will of heaven and earth and comprehend the signs of Tao.

In addition, the will of heaven and earth that Anle comprehends also has space...

The silver and gorgeous space seals interweave and float around him, helping to push Anle's breath to become more and more perfect, pushing him to step into the realm of the ultimate physical body.

The ninth realm of body forging is the ultimate, and receiving the will of heaven and earth to bless oneself is the ultimate.

And the perfection of the ultimate peak can condense the prototype of the Tao.

This is the ultimate of a physical body reaching the physical body.

In fact, it is not only the disciples of Jianchi Palace who have gained something, but the senior leaders of Jianchi Palace, some senior swordsmiths, have gained more.

Compared with the disciples of Jianchi Palace, swordsmiths are a major feature of Jianchi Palace. They take swords as their lives, and it is their ideal to forge an extraordinary sword.

Therefore, they are more pure than the disciples of Jianchi Palace.

The appearance of the Fusion Art made their eyes shine, as if they saw a path that was extremely suitable for them.

Master Wang Yansheng's eyes narrowed, and there was light flowing in the depths of his child's hole. His soul was hit hard and was greatly touched. Every inch of flesh and blood cells in his body was trembling!

"Fusion... Fusion..."

Master Wang Yansheng murmured. At this moment, his mind was greatly shaken and he had a great understanding.

Around him, there was a lot of sword energy lingering. The sword energy was like a fountain, surging and exploding, and then turned into a blooming flower, gorgeous and dazzling, like a dream.

Clang!

Suddenly, the iron sword behind Master Wang Yansheng vibrated. It was an extremely simple iron sword, extremely simple, completely made of iron essence, and accompanied Master Wang Yansheng for hundreds of years.

Now, the iron sword vibrates, and there is sword energy flowing from it like a condensed fragrance. The sword has a spirit, which is connected with Wang Yansheng's mind, as if telling something, with determination.

The iron sword flew through the air and hovered in front of Wang Yansheng. The sword hair like frost and snow flew. He stared at the iron sword with eyes like lightning: "Old friend, do you also want to merge with me?"

"After accompanying for a long time, in this era of declining cultivation, I gradually feel powerless and helpless. I can't break the barrier. Maybe I will end with regret. After several years, the iron sword will rust and be buried among the dead bones... You don't want this."

"Old friend, do you want to help me go further?"

Wang Yansheng whispered softly.

Buzz——

The sword chant became more and more brilliant, and even the cheers and joy in it could be felt. The sword was happy because Wang Yansheng understood it.

"Can the method of fusion of soldiers... really help me break the obstacle that has stumped countless cultivation geniuses? Even a genius like Zhao Huangting who has amazed the whole world has suffered because of this. Can I... really succeed?"

Wang Yansheng looked at the trembling iron sword with a soft chant in the sword body.

There was a bit of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

But Anle's Fusion of Soldiers did open up new ideas for him, and gave him a new hope for breaking through the barriers.

Suddenly, Wang Yansheng's eyes condensed, and a hint of determination emerged, like a spring thunder flashing behind the clouds.

"Since there was no hope, but now there is hope, why should we be timid and hesitant? Fusion of Soldiers... This is the most suitable method for Jianchi Palace and the most suitable method for swordsmiths! Because only swordsmiths know the weapons best!"

Wang Yansheng's thoughts were clear, and he suddenly felt that his whole body was extremely smooth.

He raised his head and looked at Anle, whose golden blood and qi turned into a flame dragon python. The route of the dragon python was actually the route of the Fusion of Soldiers.

The figure floated up, and the strong blood and qi surged out from the body, entangled with the iron sword.

The sword qi and blood blended together, and a hissing sound was made when they collided and blended with each other. The sword qi and blood were obviously incompatible, and they collided with each other, just like hot oil hitting boiling water, making a crackling sound.

Anle's eyes swept over and immediately sensed this scene. He was a little surprised that Wang Yansheng, who had the highest cultivation, chose the Fusion Art first, because shouldn't the higher the cultivation, the more cautious he should be?

Moreover, with a high cultivation, his own practice has become a system. If he wants to change a new practice method, there is actually a great risk.

However, Wang Yansheng did not say anything, and he believed in Anle very much, and directly chose the Fusion Art.

Or, he believed in the iron sword, the sword that depended on each other.

Anle's eyes condensed, his expression was solemn, and he opened and closed his mouth. The details of the Fusion Art were described very clearly by him, and every point was described in detail.

At this moment, although the disciples of Jianchi Palace were shocked, they temporarily stopped practicing the Fusion Art, no longer thinking about whether to change the practice method, and watched Master Wang Yansheng's Fusion Art.

Su Muzhe and Wan Jieliu's faces changed slightly, with complicated expressions.

"Master Wang's choice, is it too risky? Anle just talked about the Fusion Art, maybe he should study it thoroughly before doing the Fusion Art..."

Su Muzhe said softly, frowning slightly.

Wan Jieliu put his palm on the precious sword Xiliu. This sword that has accompanied him for a long time is also slightly vibrating under the resonance of the Fusion Art, making a soft hum.

"Teacher... it should be to prevent the determination and drive in his heart from being extinguished. The teacher's body forging has already reached the perfection of the ninth realm, but he once said that it is difficult to break through the tenth realm and there is no hope."

"And today, with the reminder of Mr. An's military strategy, I have glimpsed hope, so I plan to take advantage of this momentum and completely break through the barriers. This feeling is similar to enlightenment. If you seize it, it will be a great opportunity. If you miss it, it will only become a lifelong regret. Teacher does not want to regret it, so he chooses to rush."

Wan Jieliu has been practicing sword forging with Wang Yansheng for many years, and he still has a deep understanding of Wang Yansheng.

What he said made Su Muzhe nod involuntarily. It is obvious that Su Muzhe also thinks so.

However, whether it can succeed is really unknown.

Because breaking through the tenth realm...is really not an easy thing.

Lu Yishan sat in a wheelchair, feeling the surging sword energy, looking at Wang Yansheng's rising blood and his determination to go all out, his eyes were slightly bright, and he also brought a touch of hope.

Can it succeed?

He knew too well how much help and pressure Anle's power would have if a new Ten Realms was born!

But as a person who tried to break through the Ten Realms, he knew how difficult this process was.

Anle's Fusion Art gave Wang Yansheng an inspiration, allowing the world's number one swordsmith to have the will and momentum to break through the Ten Realms, but... whether it would succeed, even Lu Yishan could not give an accurate answer.

Fusion Art actually gave Lu Yishan a lot of inspiration, but it was actually different from Lu Yishan's Tao.

He was not a swordsmith who was obsessed with swords, and he didn't even have his own weapon that was in tune with his mind.

Stargazing map?

He had just obtained this stargazing map. Let alone the rank of the stargazing map itself, just the fact that there was Anle's Yuanshen in the stargazing map, and Anle was also the controller, destined that this treasure could not be used as a treasure for fusion.

This was completely different from the Mountain and River Cauldron.

Lu Yishan raised his hand and tapped the air. It was as if a ray of starlight lit up at his fingertips, illuminating the surroundings. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was gathered faster and faster.

What Lu Yishan could do was to gather enough spiritual energy of heaven and earth for the practitioners of Jianchi Palace, the lucky ones who had gained insights, so that they could break through without worries, break through the barriers, and charge towards a wider road of practice!

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Wang Yansheng's blood and qi intertwined, like a blood-colored dragon surging out. His figure jumped up, and his blood and qi intertwined, and fell on the Jianchi Lake. Although the water of Jianchi Lake looked boiling, it exuded extreme coldness and was extremely cold.

This was the pool water for tempering the sword. It could not be boiling hot. It was because of this coldness that many legendary swords were forged.

The iron sword was across the sky, and the sword body was shaking constantly.

Wang Yansheng was comprehending the scripture flow route of the Rong Bing Fa passed down by Anle, and with Anle's help and guidance, this process was not complicated at all.

Soon, Wang Yansheng completed the mastery of the scripture route.

However, before running the complete scripture, he must first break his own body-building method, leaving only a strong blood and qi.

This is why it is said that the higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to practice the Rong Bing Fa.

Switching to a new cultivation method can be said to be a big deal or a small deal, and it mainly depends on the grade of the method.

If the grade of the method is not high, it will only lose some blood and qi after switching to practice. However, if the grade of the method is extremely high, after switching to practice, the blood and qi are not enough to replenish, which will bring a crisis, but at the same time, the crisis is also an opportunity. If enough blood and qi can be replenished, it naturally represents an improvement in cultivation.

"Anle, I want to cut off the old method."

Wang Yansheng stood in the Jianchi Lake and said in a deep voice.

Many people listened, their expressions changed slightly, their faces became extremely solemn, they watched and observed.

An Le's eyebrows glowed, and his soul leaped out, entangled with the vision of the long river of time.

Boom!

A huge iron hammer vision rose up, and the iron hammer was completely interwoven with blood, forming a strange and mysterious operation route!

"This is the ancient scripture of the Tyrant Hammer! An ancient scripture passed down from generation to generation by swordsmiths!"

Lu Yishan observed and recognized the huge iron hammer vision at a glance.

The hammer made of blood and qi seemed to be grasped by gods and demons, hammering the sky.

At this moment, the hammer may have sensed the end of being shattered and broken, and the interwoven blood and qi actually vibrated and boiled. With a bang, it was as if an invisible existence held the hammer and smashed it towards Wang Yansheng's body.

In order to break the law, Wang Yansheng drew out all his blood and qi and condensed into a Tyrant Hammer. Once hit by the hammer, his body might explode and die, and his end would be miserable!

"Smash!"

Wang Yansheng's frosty hair was like a sword, his eyes were full of electricity, and his whole body was actually blooming with golden color like the scorching sun. The iron sword suspended in front of him clanged, and there was a shocking killing aura bursting out.

The iron sword was under the control of Wang Yansheng's mind, and it shot out. The sword energy instantly covered the vast sea and collided with the blood and qi tyrant hammer!

The collision of the sword and hammer was actually in the vast world, and the sound of metal collision resounded. The clanging sound was endless, and the wave formed spread and hit the sword bell, causing the sword bell to ring and emit bell waves!

The desperate iron sword was like the sword in the hands of an old general on the battlefield, constantly waving and killing enemies.

The sledgehammer seemed to be bleeding, the intertwined blood and qi were cut off, and the operation route left by the old scriptures was cut off. The sledgehammer soon collapsed and could no longer maintain the image of the sledgehammer. It collapsed with a bang and turned into a vast ocean of blood and qi. The ocean split, and a mountain of blood and qi rose up.

This is the Qi Sea and Blood Mountain that the body-building martial arts practice.

The sixth realm opens up the Qi Sea, the seventh realm condenses the Blood Mountain, and the first two realms after the fifth realm are the shaping of the foundation of cultivation.

The choice of cultivation method in the sixth realm accompanies the practitioner's life. Once it is changed, it must be like today, breaking the own method and condensing a new method!

However, the iron sword that cut off the sledgehammer is now covered with cracks, and the dense cracks are like spider webs.

Wang Yansheng's face is pale, but there is a hint of joy in his eyes.

Anle sat cross-legged in the air, his white clothes were whiter than snow, and he recited the scripture route.

Wang Yansheng immediately followed Anle's description and teachings, pulling the Qi and blood back into his body, and the iron sword was in front of the body, bearing the scouring of Qi and blood!

Boom!

Suddenly, what everyone did not expect was that the iron sword broke apart and exploded into pieces!

"It's bad!"

Even Anle, who was sitting cross-legged in the void, couldn't help but open his eyes, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

The weapon to be melted into the body was broken, and there was no weapon to melt. Wouldn't it be a joke?

Lu Yishan's eyes condensed, with a sense of loss and regret. When he saw Wang Yansheng, who was desperate, seemed to fall on the road to the Tenth Realm, he also felt a touch of grief in his heart. Is it still not possible?

Su Muzhe and Wan Jieliu had already died, and their bodies and minds were trembling with fear.

If Wang Yansheng failed to fuse the military method, and eventually his cultivation collapsed, or even died, then the Sword Pond Palace would lose not only a strong man, but also a spiritual pillar!

A world-class sword-making master who could forge a top-grade sword!

This loss is something that the increasingly weak Sword Pond Palace cannot bear!

Moreover, if the Fusion Art fails on Wang Yansheng, it will have a huge impact on the disciples in Jianchi Palace, and even hit their self-confidence, making them lose faith in the success and transformation of the Fusion Art.

It will even make them lose confidence in Anle.

In that case, the situation will go in a bad direction for Anle.

The atmosphere in the entire Jianchi Palace became tense. In the sky, dark clouds rolled in, with the momentum of suppressing the city, extremely depressing, and filled people with a sense of suffocation.

Anle's face was solemn, thinking about countermeasures in his heart. The Fusion Art was created by him, and he should also think of a solution to this situation.

Anle really didn't expect that the integrated weapon would break... After all, the Mountain and River Cauldron could not be broken. As the highest quality treasure in the world, the material is even stronger than the iron from the meteorite, so naturally there will be no such situation.

"What should I do?"

Anle stared, his thoughts turned, like a storm.

On the other hand, Master Wang was very calm. Although the collapse of the iron sword affected his mood a little, which was unexpected, he was still very calm. Even if he failed, what would it matter?

He was just one of the many practitioners who failed to break through the Tenth Realm.

But at least he had rushed through, tried his best, and even cut off his own cultivation method to fight!

The blood and qi surged, and the broken iron sword was constantly swirling under the wash of blood and qi. The blood and qi ocean and the blood and qi mountain had a sense of uncontrolled collapse. That was because the stability of the iron sword, the weapon that needed to be integrated, was missing, so the turmoil occurred.

After the collapse, the blood and qi would overflow between heaven and earth and return to heaven and earth, which was equivalent to the overflow of one's cultivation into nothingness, a bit like the dissolution of the weapon.

With good luck, Wang Yansheng would not die, at least the Yuanshen would still exist.

But at worst, it is also possible that the body would be exploded by the Yuanshen, and finally fall and wither in a miserable end!

Wang Yansheng looked at the iron sword that had broken into countless pieces, and a carefree look appeared on his face.

"It's over."

Wang Yansheng murmured softly.

He stared at the iron sword fragments that were floating and rising under the impact of blood and qi... Suddenly, he was stunned.

Blood and qi were like fire, and the broken sword was like iron. The flames burned the iron, as if it was floating in a sword-making furnace.

This scene... gave him inspiration.

Perhaps, he could use his own blood and qi to recast the broken iron sword!

Blood and qi became a furnace, and the broken sword was recast!

It was like seeing a glimmer of hope in the endless despair, and old man Wang Yansheng was trying his best to grasp this ray of hope.

Wang Yansheng let out a long roar, his hair was standing on end, his eyebrows were shining, and his soul jumped out. The small Wang Yansheng soul was also angry, and he rushed towards the surging blood and qi without looking back.

The soul jumped out and plunged into the blood and qi, and began to control the blood and qi. Suddenly, the blood and qi ocean and the blood mountain began to change, and they were cast into a furnace!

Blood and qi were like fire, roaring and burning!

The radiance of the Yuanshen emerged in it, and the broken sword was cast into it, rolling in the sea of ​​fire, and began to turn red, softening and flowing out metallic liquid.

Wang Yansheng's move shocked everyone's heart.

Anle's eyes were bright, and he understood Wang Yansheng's plan. He intended to use the blood and qi as a furnace to recast the iron sword, and even improve the rank of the iron sword. Because it was forged with blood and qi, the iron sword would be very compatible with itself, and the operation of the method of fusion would not be hindered at all!

At this moment, even Anle couldn't help but admire in his heart, this person in the world really can't be underestimated.

At the moment when the iron sword broke, Anle had never thought of a solution, but the old senior Wang Yansheng used his courage to directly sacrifice the Yuanshen, and the Yuanshen entered the sea of ​​fire and chose to recast the broken sword!

An Le raised his hand and touched his forehead, his soul trembling. He pulled the two mountain and river tripods out and sat on the formed blood furnace. The mountain and river tripod dropped the breath of mountains and rivers, and a mountain and river scroll unfolded to stabilize the furnace!

Of course, after doing all this, An Le stood up from the void. He clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and began to push his fist in the void.

Dong Dong Dong!

The fist smashed out, and the space was slightly rippled, like the sound of war drums beating and exploding on the battlefield of ancient gods and demons.

Many people looked at this scene in confusion, unable to understand An Le's state of mind at this moment.

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By the Jianchi Lake, everyone's face changed, their faces were a little solemn, and they were worried.

"Too hard, even the soul jumped out and threw it into the furnace. Once it fails, the soul will inevitably be destroyed together. The body and soul are both dead, and they are really dead." Su Muzhe took a deep breath. She was very worried and felt that Wang Yansheng was too decisive.

The sword palace between Su Muzhe's eyebrows was trembling constantly, but he seemed to be attracted by this determination.

Wan Jie Liu's face was full of tension. He clenched his fists, his eyes were shining, and he was praying in his heart, praying that the teacher could succeed, break through the obstacles, and walk out a shocking road.

On the side of Wan Jie Liu were Li Qingchuan and the fourth master Lin, the son-in-law of Yuan Meng.

The two of them did not hold much hope for Wang Yansheng's recasting of the broken sword and melting the soldiers into his body.

"The conditions are too harsh. Using blood and qi as a furnace to melt the old soldiers and forge new soldiers is a gamble. Moreover, it is not the same as the real sword forging, and it can even be said to be the opposite way." As a Taoist of the Tianshi Mansion, Li Qingchuan still has a vision and can't help but speak in a deep voice.

"In reality, forging weapons means holding a real hammer. What is tested is the physical body and the control of the physical body's strength. Through thousands of hammers, extraordinary weapons are forged."

"But at this moment in the Qi and Blood Furnace, Master Wang uses the Yuanshen as a hammer. What is tested is not the physical body, but the control of the Yuanshen... It is completely two different ways!"

Li Qingchuan really did not hold any hope and felt that the possibility of failure was too great.

The entire Jianchi Palace was caught in this tense atmosphere.

Everyone watched and watched this move that suddenly broke out and evolved into a life-and-death crisis.

If even Master Wang Yansheng failed to fuse the weapon, it means that this practice method... is too harsh. Perhaps only a peerless genius like Anle can succeed, and then they naturally have no confidence to switch to practice.

Lu Yishan naturally knew this spreading emotion. For Jianchi Palace, it was like a taut bowstring rope, which would break if not carefully.

But at this moment, Lu Yishan was impressed by Wang Yansheng and felt sincere admiration in his heart.

The Qi and Blood Furnace was used to recast the broken sword. What a great courage!

How fearless!

This was the embodiment of Mr. Wang's determination to sacrifice his life for the country. He wanted to break the barrier between heaven and earth and compete with the sky!

All Lu Yishan could do was to manipulate the star array that covered the entire Jinguan City with the star map, and draw in the spiritual energy that seemed to be poured by the Milky Way, and do his best!

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The Qi and Blood Furnace stretched across the sky above the Jianchi Lake. The flames of the Qi and Blood inside were as red as blood and extremely hot.

However, Wang Yansheng's face was very ugly. He used his Yuanshen as a hammer to beat the broken sword and recast the broken sword... This was something he had never done before. Every time he beat it, his Yuanshen would be integrated into it.

Therefore, in this process, his Yuanshen would become weaker and weaker.

At this moment, his soul began to weaken. For the world's number one swordsmith, even if he was not good at it, even if he rarely used his soul to forge weapons, after experiencing the initial discomfort, he quickly mastered the trick and became extremely familiar with it.

But he could not stop the exhaustion of his soul.

The power of the soul was integrated into the broken sword in the furnace, and the reshaped sword embryo of the broken sword could be vaguely seen. A mysterious power was bursting out, roaring and turbulent!

Wang Yansheng was excited, but also desperate.

Because he felt that his soul was exhausted!

Winter! Winter! Winter!

Suddenly, the sound of war drums resounding like the battlefield of gods and demons broke through the space barrier and entered the oven. Wang Yansheng's weakened soul power followed the sound of the war drums, as if he had received a blessing from the power of resonance in the dark!

"This..."

"Anle!"

Wang Yansheng's face changed, and joy emerged in his eyes.

Above the Jianchi Lake, Anle's blood was surging, and the golden blood was like a roaring dragon, entwined around his arms. Every time he swung his fist and punched, it would shake the space, and the space would be rippled!

"Senior, do you still remember that you and I forged the sword together? That time you helped me, today... I will help you!"

"You helped me return to the nest in the past, and today I will help you ascend to the blue sky!"

Anle's tongue burst into spring thunder and his spirit became stronger and stronger.

The perfect physique of the Eight Realms was fully activated, and the blood and qi were like huge waves, making a deafening roar. The martial arts were performed in the void, and the space trembled!

The wave-like space fluctuations hit the baking furnace, causing the baking furnace to tremble. How experienced was Wang Yansheng's soul inside. As a top swordsmith, he was able to grasp the opportunity!

At this moment, Anle was like a master swordsmith, beating the sledgehammer beside him, and the sound of the hammer helped to drive the rhythm!

It was like a reversal of fate, a reversal of time!

A scene that happened before, reappeared tonight!

With the excitement that made people's blood boil and blood rushed!

Many swordsmiths present had seen the original scene. At this moment, they suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu!

At this moment, everyone seemed to have a flame ignited in their body, and the blood was surging!

Maybe, it can really be done? !

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When Wang Yansheng, the world's number one swordsmith, chose to turn his blood into a furnace, recast the broken sword, and melt the weapon into his body.

The strange phenomenon broke through the clouds and poured into the sky from the Sword Pool Palace!

It was like a volcano that had been silent for thousands of years erupting directly, with fire flowing thousands of feet high and flames rising to the sky. The whole world was paying attention to it!

At this moment, many top powerhouses all felt it.

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In the north of the Yuanmeng Empire, there were endless grasslands, but in the depths of the grasslands, there was a wasteland, with huge cracks and gullies across it, and red magma gushing out of it, like a disaster fire flowing in the abyss that burned the world.

And in such a terrifying magma, there was a burly figure with flying black hair and dragon-like muscles on his body. The back deltoid muscle was extremely terrifying, like a rock, containing explosive power.

One step forward, countless magma was suppressed.

He took another step forward, went straight into the sky, stepped on the sea of ​​clouds, and looked towards the direction of Jianchi Palace.

"Qi and blood become the furnace, the soul is invested, and the broken sword is recast?!"

"What a great Wang Yansheng, what weapon is he going to cast? A sword weapon?!"

"As expected of the world's number one swordsmith, I, King Yangdi, approve of it. Unfortunately, this move is too crazy and is doomed to fail."

The figure was extremely burly, with brilliant eyes, but he murmured, not optimistic.

This man was the second ten-level strongman in the Yuanmeng Empire after the Yuanmeng Emperor, and he was also a strongman known for casting weapons. Many first-class magic weapons were born in his hands. Now, he is borrowing the power of heaven and earth to cast a supreme sword!

There is no supreme sword in this world, not in ancient times, and not today.

King Yangdi is going to be this unprecedented swordsmith, and cast the first supreme sword!

He had been preparing for this moment for too long, and today, the precious sword embryo was vibrating, which made King Yang Di walk out of the place where the weapons were cast and look over.

"Forge weapons with your own body? Let's see... who of you and me can succeed and who will be the best swordsmith in the world!"

King Yang Di's black hair was flying, and a cold smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Qi and blood gushed out, turning into a blood-colored meteor, falling again, and falling fiercely into the Great Rift Valley.

In the rift valley, magma flowed, sparks splashed, and heat waves rolled.

King Yang Di's bronze skin was covered with sweat beads. He held the black ice hammer in his hand, and used a piece of heaven and earth strange stone as a platform to beat a sword embryo!

Clang clang clang!

In the Great Rift Valley, the sound of beating exploded.

On the shore of the Sword Pond Lake, the sound of war drums roared!

The two fought in the air.

However, Master Wang Yansheng knew nothing about this battle on the level of weapon casting, and An Le didn't know it either!

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Qingcheng Mountain, Zhenwu Temple!

A Taoist stood between the sea of ​​clouds, his eyes slightly vying, the cranes in the mountains were singing, there was a fairy light, and it seemed that there was a magic weapon with flowing light.

Below the Taoist, there were figures with fairy spirits lingering, standing with ice and jade bones. They were the prodigies of the ancient White Tiger Immortal Family, such as Hu Tian and Hu Yue, who escaped from the tomb of the First Emperor.

They knew that in the vast world, only Zhenwu Temple could take them in, and only Zhenwu Temple could open the gate of heaven and communicate with the ancient immortal family, so they came here and waited for guidance.

"People have spirit, the army has power, the country has luck... the strong have Tao."

"Turning into a furnace to forge swords, Wang Yansheng... Is this a sacrifice of life and a move to forge weapons in a desperate situation to break the ten realms?"

The Taoist sat on the top of the mountain, his eyes deep and brilliant.

He is not the master of Zhenwu Temple, but he is also the foundation of Zhenwu Temple left in the world, a Taoist of the ten realms.

Zhenwu Temple is different from Tianshi Mansion. The heritage of Tianshi Mansion is only left by the old Tianshi, while Zhenwu Temple is backed by Tianmen and connected to the fairyland in the sky, so its heritage is naturally profound.

When Master Zhenwu entered the Tomb of the First Emperor, the Taoist had already woken up. When Hou Hutian, Hu Yue and other descendants of the Xiangu family who escaped from the Tomb of the First Emperor came to Qingcheng Mountain, he was the one who led them up the mountain.

"Senior, when will the Heavenly Gate open? Will the Immortal Ancient White Tiger Family... respond?"

Hutian looked at Taoist Qingyun, his ice muscles and jade bones were glowing, but anxiety appeared on his face, and he asked.

The Taoist's face was pale and he said calmly: "Don't worry, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor has banned Emperor Yuanmeng and many other ten realms... There will be great changes in the world, there will be great changes in fortune, and the gate of heaven... will be opened."

"As for the Immortal Ancient Family, they have already responded, and the Immortal Edict will be issued soon. Just wait and see."

Taoist Qingyun smiled indifferently, but he did not show much disdain for the descendants of the Immortal White Tiger Family such as Hu Tian and Hu Yue, but he was not too enthusiastic either.

At this moment, he was more concerned about the situation in Jianchi Palace.

Since Emperor Yuanmeng broke through the Double Ten Realm, the depletion of cultivation in the world has intensified. In the past five hundred years, no one in the Ten Realm has been born. Even those who are talented evildoers have died in despair because they were unable to break through the barrier.

Now, is Wang Yansheng planning to break through the ten realms?

Taoist Qingyun was very curious.

If Wang Yansheng really sets foot in the Ten Realms...

That means that the situation in the world will change drastically!

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At this moment, there were too many powerful people paying attention to the situation in Jianchi Palace.

The firelight illuminated the sky, causing the heaven and earth to undergo strange phenomena and change their colors. This scene naturally attracted the attention of many powerful people, and they were able to catch a glimpse of the changes, even Duan Tianyu, the leader of the Star Reaching Sect whose soul was beheaded by An Le , all looked solemn, guessing the changes in the direction of Jianchi Palace.

Such powerful energy and blood was pouring out. It was undoubtedly a nine-level perfection that was burning itself and living towards death!

Qi and blood are transformed into a furnace to forge weapons. The only person in the Jianchi Palace who can do this feat is Wang Yansheng!

Therefore, many people are speculating that Wang Yansheng cannot make such a risky move for no reason...

Could it be that... he wants to attack the ten realms?

Complete a feat that no one has achieved in five hundred years? !

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By Jianchi Lake.

Wang Yansheng's soul was extremely close to being exhausted, but Anle Qi and blood were surging, and he performed martial arts in the void, pushing horizontal punches, void hands, etc., shaking the space, echoing the beating of the sword embryo in the oven!

when--

Sparks were flying everywhere, and even the divine light rained down gorgeously.

The burning fire splattered like blood.

"No...it still doesn't work!"

Within the furnace of energy and blood, Wang Yansheng's soul was extremely ethereal and almost disappeared without a trace. However, his face showed sadness and he felt like he was about to fail.

He knew that his soul was exhausted and he could no longer carry the sword to reforge it, and he could no longer melt weapons!

Turning into an oven is indeed too dangerous...

Wang Yansheng exhaled a breath of turbid air, smiled bitterly and shook his head. He looked at the air where blood was still erupting, and he punched the war drum, which sounded like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, trying to help him complete the final sword casting!

"Anle, failed...stop."

Wang Yansheng said softly.

However, Anle did not stop. He was sweating like rain, and the golden blood ignited flames, covering his whole body. Every punch and every move he made made the space tremble!

As if he had never heard Wang Yansheng's words, he was still beating.

"Easy."

Wang Yansheng raised his voice.

His soul is ethereal and thin, and the light rain is constantly overflowing in the oven, and it is not far from collapse.

However, Anle's energy and blood roared, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Yansheng: "Senior, it's not over yet!"

"Believe me!"

There seemed to be electric light flowing in Anle's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

Wang Yansheng was stunned and stared at Anle. He saw the light in Anle's eyes, that stubbornness, that unyieldingness, that fighting spirit that would always raise its head.

The sky falls on the earth, and the rules suppress the earth.

The top of a person’s head is heaven and destiny.

If you lower your head, you are a mortal, if you raise your head... you are a sword cultivator!

With unyielding will and arrogance, I can meet the Sword Immortal!

Wang Yansheng suddenly laughed heartily. Anyway, we have reached this stage and there is no regret medicine anymore. In this case... then I hope there will be no regrets.

Even if fate is crushing you, you must still raise your head!

"Anle! I believe in you!"

Wang Yansheng laughed, and his thin Yuan Shen suddenly opened his hands, allowing the sea of ​​fire in the surrounding Qi and Blood Furnace to engulf him, completely engulfing his Yuan Shen!

At this moment, Wang Yansheng chose to believe in Anle and threw his soul into the oven!

The soul is integrated into the sword!

Recast!

boom!

!

Wang Yansheng's soul was completely engulfed by the sea of ​​fire, and the furnace of energy and blood trembled, bursting out with terrifying oppression. This pressure was like the world collapsing.

Anle raised his head and seemed to see intertwined rules falling down, flying like shackles!

Anle's black hair was flying, her eyes were bright, and she clenched her fists with her ten fingers!

The void armor manifested, the brilliant silver light was dazzling, and the space jump was performed. Anle's body disappeared instantly and reappeared, already at the side of the sword bell.

The sword bell was suspended on the bell stand. Anle's clenched fist, burning with golden blood flames, punched the sword bell hard!

The bell wave trembled and let out a long cry. Like the waves of the vast sea, the bell wave instantly hit the furnace of Qi and blood!

Inside the oven, the brilliant sound of beating resounded again!

when--!

The sound tears apart the sky and breaks away the cloud waves!

The splendid light rain of the soul lingered around the reforged sword embryo. Finally, the reforged sword embryo was completely formed!

A slightly fluctuating breath, between the first-grade sword and the treasure, began to spread quietly!

With a clatter, regular chains fell down and entangled the sword embryo.

The sword embryo's breath was a little short of the treasure, but... enough!

"Integrate the weapon into your body, you are the master of the weapon!"

Anle's figure flashed again, and he moved horizontally to the sky above the Jianchi Lake in space, and spoke in a deep voice.

The running scripture route of the Fusion of the Art of War was recited from his mouth again.

In the dark, a will emerged, the blood furnace disintegrated, the sword embryo was suspended, and the blood washed over the sword embryo, and they all flowed into Wang Yansheng's body!

Wang Yansheng raised his right arm, and the right arm bone was shining, and then absorbed the sword embryo and swallowed it into it, and the sword embryo and the arm bone merged into one!

Wang Yansheng's body roared, and his tendons, bones, meridians, and membranes all trembled at this moment

!

The blood is baptizing, strengthening the body, and merging with the forged sword!

The physique began to grow stronger, and the bottleneck of the perfect ninth level of body forging... began to loosen at this moment!

At the same time, Wang Yansheng, who closed his eyes, also returned. He had no soul. His soul was integrated into the master of the weapon, and he was left with only a pure body!

However, Wang Yansheng felt that his strength was more than one level stronger.

Wang Yansheng... was going to truly step into the tenth level!

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Yansheng laughed endlessly, his eyes full of emotion. When the soul jumped into the fire, at that moment, he understood a truth, and his soul was sublimated.

Destiny is above, look up!

Jie Jie is proud and gets to see the sword fairy!

"Tenth level! Break it for me!"

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