After 108 days, four sword-casters kept fighting and raising sword power day and night.

The cold iron of the North Sea was finally shaped into a sword embryo.

But now is not the time to relax, because what needs to be done next is the most important and difficult thing in the entire link.

This step is to spiritualize.

Generally speaking, for the purity of the sword spirit, the step of spiritual creation can only be done by a single swordsman.

But now it is different. In order to catch up with time, Lin Qianjun and the others can only give spiritual powers together.

The advantage of this is that the sword spirit can be born early, but the disadvantage is that the sword spirit will not be pure enough after it is born, which will lead to the power it can exert slightly weaker.

As usual, several people took turns to transport their energy and spirit to give spirits to the sword embryo, but compared to the recovery of sword power, the consumption of energy and spirit is more difficult to recover.

Moreover, the speed of this sword embryo devouring energy and spirit is far beyond that of an ordinary sword.

So basically Zhuang Tong and others just charge for a whole day and consume it in five minutes.

Even so, the spirit of the three sword-casting masters is getting worse day by day.

If Lin Qianjun hadn't been led by it, this sword would have been impossible to be cast anyway.

Early this morning, Lin Qianjun was sitting cross-legged to regulate his breathing and recovering his energy.

At this time, Mou Qiulian was giving spirits to the sword embryo.

Suddenly, Lin Qianjun felt the aura on the other side of the sword embryo change.

He opened his eyes and found that Mou Qiulian's hand was placed on the sword embryo, and his body was frozen in place without moving.

The sword had a little spirituality, and instinctively controlled its own cold air and prevented it from hurting Mou Qiulian's body.

Zhuang Tong and Xia Lie also withdrew from the state of exercise. Looking at this scene, a hint of sadness appeared on their faces.

Not long after, Mou Qiulian's disciple Yang Huirong arrived under the leadership of Jie Xifeng. She cried while taking away Mou Qiulian's body.

Although someone passed away, the casting of the divine sword could not stop.

With one person missing, Lin Qianjun and the other two were under greater pressure.

It’s okay for Zhuang Tong and Xia Lie to say that Lin Qianjun has a strong physique and is full of energy. He spends almost most of the time giving spiritual nourishment to the sword embryo.

Without Mou Qiulian, he would have lost a rest time.

It's even harder to recover.

Fortunately, he has a strong understanding and has quickly realized the technique of using his skills to restore his energy while energizing spirits, barely ensuring balance between income and expenditure.

....

Outside the sword-making villa.

The Divine Sword Army had gathered and was confronting everyone in Zhujian Villa under the leadership of Fu Ji.

"Didn't you figure it out yet?" Fu Ji asked Xie Xifeng.

Xie Xifeng shook his head slightly and said, "You don't understand."

"No, I understand, but it is precisely because I understand that I hope you can understand that such a choice is fruitless." Fu Ji retorted.

"It is useless to say more. The way is different. I don't plan to do it. Thank you for delaying me for so long." Xie Xifeng said.

When Fu Ji heard this, he took a deep breath, then raised his hand and said, "Divine Sword Army, come out the sword!!"

clang!

In an instant, all the swords of the Three Thousand Divine Sword Army were unsheathed.

Every sword was filled with inspiration.

These are three thousand almost identical spiritual swords.

"Kill the God-Killing Sword Formation!" Fu Ji ordered.

The next moment, the three thousand divine sword troops were arranged in a specific way, and the swords in their hands shot out one after another, gathering into a huge spiritual sword dozens of feet long.

A large amount of sword power gathers. If this sword is cut down, it is probably divided into two parts.

Just at the right time, Xie Xifeng stretched out his hand and took a photo out of thin air towards the direction of Zhujian Villa.

Love!

A sword light flew from the sword-making villa and fell directly into Jie Xifeng's hands.

It is the divine sword called [Kaishan].

Xie Xifeng held [Kaishan] in his hand, and his aura was completely different.

If he was said to have been a magic sword that had not yet been unsheathed, then now he is a magic sword that does not hide his momentum.

Show your sharpness!!

"The strength reaches my level, which is definitely not something that can be compensated by a simple amount." Xie Xifeng looked at Fu Ji and said.

"Blade!" Fu Ji ignored him and waved his hand to order.

With a command, the huge spiritual sword suddenly slashed down with a huge sword force.

Under this sword, endless waves of air rolled, and the clouds in the sky dissipated. Although the sword body had not yet fallen to the sword-making villa, its power had already shaken the hearts of countless people.

Ordinary people are almost powerless to resist when facing such attacks.

"Come on the mountain!!!"

Xie Xifeng shouted loudly.

Immediately waved the magic sword in my hand and fought towards the spiritual sword dozens of feet long.

The magic sword has spirit. At this moment, the majestic sword force transformed into sword energy, forming a giant sword phantom, directly hitting the huge spiritual sword.

Boom!

The moment the two collided, infinite sword force stirred out, and the surrounding air waves surged, and the plants and trees under Zhujian Villa were blown away, and a large number of buildings collapsed.

But this sword was blocked in the end.

It was blocked by Jie Xifeng's sword that was enough to open the mountain.

The huge spiritual sword was also broken and all of them were broken and could no longer be used.

"Kill again!" Fu Ji continued to order.

The broken part was abandoned, and the huge spiritual sword slashed towards the sword-making villa again.

Seeing this, Xie Xifeng raised the magic sword in his hand again and fought forward.

....

Inside the sword forging hall.

Lin Qianjun seemed to have some awareness and looked in the direction of the battle.

He felt the divine sword named [Kaishan] fighting. He didn't know who the opponent was, but there seemed to be many spiritual swords there.

"Don't be distracted. Now is the critical moment. The magic sword is about to be born. Don't fail." Zhuang Tong next to him reminded.

Lin Qianjun nodded and turned his attention to the sword embryo in his hand again.

.....

Outside the sword-making villa.

At this time, the spiritual swords of the Three Thousand Divine Sword Army had almost shattered, and the members of the Divine Sword Army were lying on the ground in a mess.

Only Fu Ji and Jie Xifeng stood intact in the void.

"The Divine Sword is worthy of being a Divine Sword!" Fu Ji sighed, "My three thousand Divine Sword Army can't stand you one by one. No wonder he covets your Sword Forging Villa so much."

When Xie Xifeng heard the meaning besides Fu Ji's words, his expression changed drastically and he said, "He is here too!"

"Yes, we are just here to consume your sword power. The next thing is your own fortune." Fu Ji said sighing.

As the sound fell, a huge sword suddenly emerged.

In the distant void, an elderly man who seemed to be skinny and bone was slowly walking.

He was wearing a light golden robe, with white hair scattered behind his head and flying freely. His muddy eyes often revealed a sharp feeling like a sharp sword. Although he had never held a sword in his hand, he himself seemed to be a peerless magic sword.

This person is the founder of the Divine Sword Dynasty and the founding emperor Qian Jiujiang.

Of course, compared to this identity, his other identity is more eye-catching.

That is the world's number one swordsman, a peerless master with his cultivation reaching the peak of the Great Sword Sect.

Soon, Gan Jiujiang had already stepped in front of Jie Xifeng, and he said, "You are not bad. Among the many swordsmen I have seen, you can also rank in the top 100."

"Just the first hundred?" Jie Xifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and he tried his best to activate the sword power in his body to resist the power from Gan Jiujiang.

However, all this was in vain. The gap between the two sides was too big. Now he was striving for all his strength and could only barely guarantee his standing. If he really fought, he would probably fall down even if he couldn't even shoot out a sword.

Upon hearing this, Gan Jiujiang smiled and said, "You don't understand how terrifying those guys ten thousand years ago were. In that era, swordsmen like me could only be slightly higher stepping stones."

Although Gan Jiujiang seemed to be here to reminisce about the past, Xie Xifeng would not be confused.
To be continued...