Chapter 130 One Sword Frost and Cold Fourteen States
Two lumps of iron, simple and unpretentious creations, were held on the left and right palms by the soul in the Niwan Palace.
It was as if there was an invisible flame burning them, and the shape of the iron blocks was changing.
Sometimes it's as long and slender as a thin stick, sometimes it's as round as a big circle, sometimes it's as square as a box...
As Yuanshen's lips moved slightly and he continued to recite ancient scriptures, beams of dazzling light occasionally splashed out from the iron blocks, illuminating Niwan Palace into a cold and dense atmosphere.
But the sword light did not last long. After just a short moment, the iron block fell into silence again, as if nothing had happened.
The forging of flying swords is very different from the refining of magic weapons.
It uses the divine material of fine gold as the mother embryo, the human body as the furnace, the Qi and blood as the fire, and the true Qi as the heavy hammer.
The birth of every flying sword is not easy.
These two rough embryos of divine iron were forged day and night by Baizhu with his soul, but they have never shown any progress.
This step is a hard work, there is no need to rush it, and it cannot be rushed.
It's a pity that the progress of weapon refining cannot be increased by attribute values, otherwise, he wouldn't have to work so hard.
But just now, when Bai Zhu was about to sink his mind into the golden bell, suddenly, there was a big shaking in Niwan Palace.
The movement was so violent that countless sword sounds came out of the Niwan Palace, filling the entire world with a subtle buzzing sound.
On the surface of the skin, the glaze-free body is also dripping with blood, shining like divine gold.
alright?
Bai Shu was surprised and happy.
He took a deep breath and gathered all the leaked sword intent into his throat.
The cloud chariot opened a large mouth on its own initiative, and the howling wind and clouds immediately rolled in, enveloping the howling sound of the blue air waves.
call out!
Bai Zhu opened his lips and teeth, and a white rainbow shot out from his mouth.
moment!
Before the incoming Gangfeng could get close, it was cut into two halves by a vast and sharp sword light.
boom!
Boom boom!!!
The clouds seemed to have been punched with a big hole, and everything in front of that sword light was forcefully pushed out.
Within thirty feet, an extremely clear and blinding white line was frozen in the void for a long time.
The corners of Bai Zhu's lips moved, and the smile in his eyes also lingered for a long time.
In Niwan Palace, in the hands of Yuanshen's left and right hands, the rough embryos of divine iron have still not been refined into flying swords.
But the lump of iron in his left hand vaguely resembled a sword.
Sword chants were constantly emanating from it, stirring repeatedly in Niwan Palace.
The movement just now came from the hand of this flying sword.
Bai Shu watched Feijian's sword chant getting louder and louder, even the center of his eyebrows felt a little painful, and he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.
At most three to five days——
He will be able to possess a real flying sword——
Bai Shu glanced at the sword embryo one last time, focused half of his attention, and sank straight into the Golden Bell of Transmission.
Qingli Palace is about to recruit a son-in-law. He must cherish every quarter of an hour and not waste any of it.
Troubled times are coming, and he has no time to squander anymore.
Being familiar with the road, Bai Shu didn't even look at the Lion Steps and others, and headed straight for the Big Peacock Fist.
It was still as far as the eye could see. On the vast water, a naked man whose face could not be seen was silent and motionless, like an ancient stone monument.
Suddenly, his underwater ripples twisted slightly.
Like waking up a sleeping evil beast, the ferocious aura slowly revived from the man's body, and his palms shone brightly, making the colors of the sky and the earth seem to be blurred.
The man punched brazenly and struck down the little Taoist priest who had just emerged from the water.
The air flow whizzed like knives and gathered around those shining fists. The air was violently torn open in an instant, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling was heard, like countless demons and ghosts screaming in the dark wind.
Although the punch had not yet arrived, the water below the two of them had already begun to undulate violently.
Bang!
There was a crisp sound.
Half of the body was missing, and the body fell down weakly, dyeing the water surface with a faint scarlet red.
Bai Shu calmly retracted his fist and stood on the water waiting obediently.
It didn't take long, even just between breaths.
The headless corpse disappeared again, and the reborn man appeared not far away, as if nothing had ever been born.
As soon as he opened his eyes wide, what came face to face was the fist that filled his eyes.
There was no time to dodge, the fist marks in his eyes continued to enlarge, and soon——
Bang!
The corpse fell powerlessly again...
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
On the water, Baizhu kept punching, and the explosions of the fists were faintly connected.
He yawned and narrowed his eyes slightly.
With a backhand slap, the man who emerged from the water was slapped down hard like a whack-a-mole.
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Qinghuang County, Xiaozang Mountain.
This is the largest county closest to Tongjiang among the eight counties in Jiangbei.
When we arrived at Qinghuang, we were not far from the vast and boundless Tongjiang River that divides the north and south of Dazheng.
On the top of Xiaozang Mountain, there are two broken flying boats fleeing in panic, like bereaved wild dogs.
Behind the two flying boats, there was a dense mass. A rough count showed that there were hundreds of escaping lights.
"elder brother!"
The beautiful woman in goose-yellow clothes screamed. Behind her, a pair of ghost claws as red as blood tore through the three restrictions of the flying boat. There was only a thin layer of light curtain between the beautiful woman's back and heart.
"elder brother!"
The beautiful woman looked frightened. She hurriedly grabbed the sleeve of the man in gray clothes next to her, her eyes filled with tears.
"What are we going to do?!"
She could barely hold back her tears and her hands were shaking.
Why?
Why is this happening?
"Don't be afraid."
The man in gray clothes had a trembling voice, but he still mustered up the courage and tried to console himself:
"This flying boat is extremely fast and will be able to escape them."
He turned around, looked at his little sister, and forced a smile:
"Although there are many of them, they can't catch up with us. No matter how many there are, it's useless!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a shout from beside him.
"Brother Han!"
The man in gray clothes turned his head in astonishment and saw the determined faces of his friends on another flying boat not far away.
"You can't escape! I'll stop it for you!"
A loud shout came from the flying boat: "Take my sister and leave!"
In the eyes-splitting expression of the man in gray, the flying boat turned back resolutely, like a moth to a flame, and rushed headlong into the colorful and countless dense escaping lights.
Why?
Why is this happening?
The man in gray's nails dug deeply into his palms. He gritted his teeth and turned around hard.
"You go."
Listening to the roar behind him, the man in gray said hoarsely.
"elder brother?"
The beautiful woman in yellow clothes was stunned. She tilted her head, her face full of disbelief.
"I let you go!"
The man in gray clothes roared out. He pushed the woman back hard and struggled to get out of the boat.
Bah! Bah! Bah!
As soon as he jumped out of the flying boat, the body of the man in gray was pierced by dozens of finger rays. The hand he had just raised, which had only half grasped the seal, was unable to lower it.
Are you going to die?
He tried his best to open his eyes wide. In his blurred vision, his friends were like dead dogs, being grabbed helplessly.
The man in gray clothes closed his eyes in despair.
In the end, he no longer had hope for his little sister's escape.
It seemed like a long time passed, but the expected pain never came.
The man in gray clothes trembled and opened his eyes, but was so violent that he froze.
Light, endless light.
A rainbow bridge is erected in the distance, which is extremely gorgeous.
On the Hongqiao, Gao Yuan, a handsome Taoist priest, had an expressionless face. Next to him, there was his own little sister with blushing cheeks.
The young Taoist priest glanced down lightly, and when he saw those eyes, everyone, whether it was the pursuers or the man in gray, was silent.
