There has been no change in the heavens and the earth, nor has there been any great storm.

There was only a flash of light.

Lu Jing looked at the long sword again, and saw a five-color light flowing on the sword.

An Ruolu, who was not far away, seemed to be aware of it. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said loudly: "The sword creature is no longer a sword embryo.

Mr. Lu Jing, since it is your sword, you still need to pour your vitality into it to shine the starlight, and you can also pour in your vitality and blood to help the sword take shape!"

"From now on, you are the master of this sword and the master of the sword spirit!"

An Ruolu shouted loudly, followed by a series of coughs.

Yu Zhuoxian was standing in the distance, vaguely aware of the vague connection between Lu Jing and the sword.

The sword has spirit, and you know who its master is!

Zhong Yubai was a little excited.

The abbot of the Jokhang Temple, Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk, Shenxiu... and even An Ruolu who worshiped the Buddha.

Many generals and many ministers.

Seeing the Seventh Prince in Su Mansion, Shen Buyi, Shaozhuguo Li Guanlong on Wulong Street...

The two government palaces, and even Jiang Baishi on Qingyun Street.

They were all waiting silently, waiting for Lu Jing to become the master of the famous sword, and waiting for Sun Boyuan, with his golden eyes, to decide the ranking of this long sword.

Lu Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Without raising his head, he could sense that deep in the clouds, there were tyrannical immortals in the sky looking down at him.

And that day, the three stars in the sky are also ready to move.

"With this famous sword, plus those patriots who don't want to see me die under the attack of the West Tower in the sky, plus the library... I have a glimmer of hope."

Lu Jing thought about this and suddenly opened his eyes.

All I saw were stars lingering in the void.

The dazzling starlight broke through the thick clouds and mist, fell straight down, and shone on the long sword.

Boom!

Nan Ming suddenly appeared, and there was also a sudden sound of thunder.

Another dharma body of the heavenly king appeared to hold the sword.

The Taibai Sword Light, the Fuguang Sword Qi, and the Fearless Sword Soul sparkle with brilliance.

Young man's decision-making is going to work?

Under the reflection of the human Yuan star, the thick and unparalleled Yuan Qi turned into a long river and poured into the sword continuously.

Luo Mingyue is a person who knows swordsmanship. After the Battle of the Spiritual Tide, she fell into the realm and is no longer a heavenly being in the sword, but she is still a great master of swordsmanship.

So when she saw this scene, she might as well hold on to the sword at her waist.

"Five stars.

The light of the Taibai Sword, the might of the Heavenly King, the edge of the thunder, the vastness of the Kunpeng, and the endless vitality of the mysterious Yuan Star.

In addition, he has already cultivated a sword spirit, which makes him fearless and fearless.

Even if Lu Jing's sword cannot help him kill heavenly beings.

From now on, there will be no rivals in the Eight Realms."

"There is no one who can defeat anyone in the Eight Realms?" Luo Shubai, Nan Heyu and even the experienced Liu fell silent.

Without this sword, Lu Jing could kill the divine tower.

Now that he has this sword, Lu Jing alone can only defeat the two or three divine palaces and star palaces.

"I remember that this young Jian Jia is only eighteen years old?" Luo Mingyue suddenly asked.

Luo Shubai licked his white lips and said, "If you are not young, how can you be called a young swordsman?"

Everyone Liu also nodded.

At this moment, Luo Mingyue suddenly noticed something again, frowned and said: "No, although the five yuan stars are strong, and the fearless sword spirit is sharp, how can this sword spirit be so powerful?"

The Toad Soul Sword, which was originally held by Luo Mingyue and was about to move, fell silent again at this moment.

Nan Heyu glanced at the famous Toad Soul Sword.

"The Toad Soul Sword Spirit sensed the birth of the famous sword and damaged its majesty. It wanted to fly out of the scabbard and break the sword embryo, but now it has fallen silent...

Because of……"

Sitting cross-legged in front of flowers and plants, Mr. Liu's expression changed slightly.

"Then Lu Jing is writing?"

Before the long sword.

Lu Jing didn't know when he took out the pen.

I saw his expression was solemn and his body was full of righteousness.

The rich aura of awe-inspiring energy is injected into the holding pen.

At this moment, Lu Jing used awe-inspiring aura as his ink, and the divine destiny pattern was quietly triggered when he wrote.

Each piece of vitality writing appeared in Lu Jing's pen.

"Try to brush the iron body like snow, and kill Xilou with a sword!"

Let’s talk about two lines of poetry, and the world will immediately become filled with murderous energy!

The billowing majestic energy suddenly poured into the sword light, and it was actually painted with infinite righteousness and killing intent!

The long sword that was originally a silvery light turned into a snowy color.

The Immortal Killing Spirit left behind by the Black Gold of Killing Immortals instantly shined with a dazzling light.

This brilliance shot straight up into the void.

The lightning flashed across the sky, and the killing energy was heavy, and then it turned into a raging sword energy and slashed through the air.

In an instant, all the gazes and thoughts flowing down from the sky were cut away by this glorious sword energy!

"Be bold!"

"presumptuous!"

From the void, waves of misty but furious roars flowed down, exploding in Invasion's ears.

Lu Jing was not afraid at all. He took a step forward and stretched out his right hand to hold the white hilt of the long sword.

The five colors of light on the hilt of the sword flashed and disappeared.

"Lu Jing holds this sword and stands in the world, waiting for all the immortals to come and kill me!"

Lu Jing held a long sword in his hand and spoke slowly.

There was no anger in his voice, only profound calm.

And the same is true for the sword in his hand.

Thunder light, five colors, killing, power...

All kinds of things disappeared completely, quietly without a trace.

The long sword had a slender blade and glowed with cold light. The white long sword was paired with Lu Jing's white robe.

The young man in white clothes holds a long sword, as if he has unparalleled aura.

All the powerful people who saw this scene knew it.

Lu Jing forged this long sword to kill all the people in the West Tower of Heaven!

And in his poem, he held a fearless spirit and loudly declared war on the West Tower in the sky.

A sword-wielding man in the mortal world is not afraid of the immortals in heaven.

"respectable!"

Ji Yuanzhi stood up, nodded and said, "Originally, I felt sorry for my Yama finger bones, but now it seems that if Lu Jing survives this calamity, the Yama finger bones may not be worthy of Lu Jing."

Fu Wudao also had a look of admiration in his eyes, and he laughed and said: "It seems that I am too prejudiced against Taixuanjing.

I never expected that such a hero would be born in Taixuan Capital today!"

…

An Ruolu regained some strength and stared blankly at the sword in Lu Jing's hand.

It wasn't until some time passed that he took another breath and said loudly: "Mr. Lu Jing, have you named this sword?"

Lu Jing turned his head to look at An Ruolu and said with a smile: "Sir, you helped me get such a sword. Lu Jing is still in trouble. I wonder if he can repay you in the future.

Why don't you name this sword by Sir?"
To be continued...