The memory images rushing through his mind allowed Feng Qi to understand the life of the Demon Sword.
When he came back to his senses, he felt a splitting headache.
Although he only saw fragments of the memory of the magic sword, many fragments flickered by, not all of them could be seen at a glance.
But the huge memory still brought him pain.
This feeling is even stronger than when reading the memory of the sacrifice line.
He couldn't help crying out in pain, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his red eyes were bloodshot.
Feng Qi felt that his head was almost exploding with pain.
He closed his eyes at this moment.
The memory of the magic knife was still flashing in his mind, and for a moment he couldn't tell who he was.
What made Feng Qi even more unbelievable was that a wisp of sword intent gradually emerged in his heart.
Through the memory scenes, he witnessed the growth of the magic knife with his own eyes.
He also saw the process of cultivating a new owner of the magic sword. These memory scenes subtly infiltrated his heart when the "Dream Demon" read the memory, allowing him to unknowingly understand the meaning of the sword.
When the flame of the sword ignited in his heart, Feng Qi opened his eyes.
A cold light suddenly flashed in his red eyes, and the dust on the ground he pointed at was flying, and a pit mark appeared.
Feeling unbelievable, Feng Qi closed his eyes again.
The mental pain caused his body to tremble uncontrollably, and sweat continued to flow down, soaking the ground.
This memory was too long, and even the fragments of it were still difficult for him to digest.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered what "Mo" had said to Ling Zhan.
Mo Zeng said that he did not dare to read the memories of those ancient powerful men, as their long memories might burst his clone.
It can be seen how terrifying reading memory is.
Reading the memory fragments of the Demon Sword, although it is not as immersive as the Sacrifice Line, it is far more immersive than watching a movie. He is like a follower, witnessing the growth of the Demon Sword with his own eyes.
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He could even clearly feel the silent sadness and crying in Chaotian's heart when his sister Chaotian passed away.
Chaotian later trained countless strong men, and he could clearly feel that Chaotian gave out his feelings at the beginning, and then gradually closed his heart, turning into a real magic sword that only wanted to "kill gods".
During this journey of inner growth, he was the witness.
When the magic knife shattered the "silence", the crazy laughter of the magic knife was still echoing in his mind. At that time, a hearty feeling of victory actually arose in his heart.
It was precisely because of such a strong sense of immersion that when he came back to his senses, he was unable to distinguish between memory images and reality.
While breathing, Feng Qi's mental energy was almost exhausted.
Feeling dizzy, I opened my eyes to find that the world was spinning, and the scene in front of me had a double image.
But he endured the physical and mental discomfort and raised his head to look at the Lord of Mists.
At this time, the spiritual battle between the Lord of the Mist and the Demon Sword continues.
By memorizing the contents of the scene, Feng Qi can now be sure that the Demon Sword at this time is not at its strongest.
Even if it is far from comparable to the magic sword that can compete with the peak mist lord 1500 years later.
But the current magic sword is really scary.
If the flesh-and-blood slaves of the Demon Sword hadn't collapsed due to the suppression of the world's rules, the Demon Sword would still have been able to kill the Lord of the Mist and him even if the serious injuries had not yet healed.
It can be seen that the Lord of Mist now has an absolute advantage.
The blue light seeping from the body surface has suppressed the black mist dissipating from the magic sword, and the trembling of the magic sword has become weaker and weaker.
But for some reason, Feng Qi could clearly feel that the magic knife had not given up yet.
He was very familiar with that strong and sharp energy.
Unyielding, uncompromising, and the obsession to kill gods is erupting in repression.
Just as Feng Qi guessed, the consciousness inside the magic knife was accumulating strength.
"Another...miracle...I will not lose!"
Intermittent sounds sounded in Feng Qi's mind, and he heard the inner cry of the Demon Sword.
The sword energy soared into the sky at this moment, stirring the clouds above, and finally split the clouds into two and pushed them away.
"So what if it's a miracle... I can also... kill you!"
The trembling of the magic sword became violent at this moment. While the power of Miracle Will suppressed the magic sword, it also stimulated Chaotian inside the magic sword.
They are also objects, and miracles are gods transcending the ordinary world.
The Demon Sword's obsession is to kill gods with a mortal body. The energy of the sword burst out instantly, pushing Feng Qi away.
The Lord of the Mist, who was wearing jet black armor, was seen squatting slightly and assuming a sword-drawing posture, and his aura was rising steadily.
This move to seal the chess is very familiar.
Sword Overlord Style Three·Split the Sky.
I saw the purple in the eyes of the Lord of Mist gradually being covered by black, and then his right arm suddenly turned into an afterimage and he suddenly swung a knife forward.
Jam!
Like the roar of rolling thunder, a jet-black lightning tore apart the sky and rose into the sky, striking the sky above and tearing out a huge crack in space.
After a brief silence, strong winds swept down from the sky, causing the space formation to become messy and debris flying across several kilometers.
This blow looks like it's slashing toward the sky, but it's actually a challenge from the magic sword to the invisible "god".
Looking at the Lord of the Mist wielding a sword, Feng Qi thought of the Demon Sword's challenge to become a god.
At this moment, the Demon Sword obviously regarded the miraculous will within the Mist Master as a new whetstone and launched a challenge to it.
The power of the magic knife has been significantly improved at this moment.
At this time, the Lord of Mist suddenly spoke:
"The body is a blade, the heart is the sheath... Today I am happy to kill the god!"
After finishing his words, the Lord of Mist spread his legs, crouched slightly and placed the magic knife on his left side.
The aura of the Lord of the Mists began to rise again.
The sharp sword energy turned into a strong wind and blew in all directions. Feng Qi could only keep retreating to avoid the intensive sword energy offensive.
Under Feng Qi's gaze, the Lord of Mist maintained his sword-drawing posture, but the black mist on his body began to rise, gradually becoming evenly matched with the blue light.
The black mist surged forward at this time, converging into a humanoid figure holding a knife.
The figure in the black mist turned its back to the Lord of the Mist, holding a sword emitting billowing black smoke, looking ahead.
At this time, the black shadow moved, and it was seen slowly waving the knife.
There is no soaring sword power, and there is no sword energy emerging. The black mist figure holding the sword seems to be practicing the sword in slow motion, waving it stroke by stroke.
As time goes by, the black shadow swings the sword faster and faster, and the sword energy gradually emerges.
The black shadow seemed to be fighting an invisible enemy, the sword became more and more fierce, and the terrifying murderous intent rose into the sky.
The blue light emerging from the main surface of the mist was gradually suppressed as the black shadow holding the knife swung its sword, and actually tended to go down.
Seeing this scene, Feng Qi was shocked.
The magic knife actually suppressed the miraculous item, which is simply unbelievable.
Just when Feng Qi had a premonition of something bad, the blue light on the main surface of the Mist skyrocketed.
"Unresurrected tribesmen...I will never lose!"
The Lord of the Mist's obsession also awakened at this moment, and under the influence of his will, the effectiveness of the Miracle Will skyrocketed at the same time.
The blue light intertwined with the black mist, and the Lord of the Mist's left eye turned purple and his right eye turned black.
Two forces compete for the body of the Lord of the Mists.
boom!
The ground was the first to be unable to support the intertwining forces of the two parties, and was instantly covered with cracks, rapidly spreading outward with the Lord of Mist as the center.
Feng Qi and other onlookers immediately chose to continue retreating.
"cut!"
The Lord of Mist's soft drink sounded.
In an instant, the sword in the hands of the black shadow in front of him transformed into countless afterimages.
Even the sun in the sky was covered by black knife shadows that blocked the sky. The crisscrossing knife shadows seemed to divide the world into countless pieces.
Even though they had retreated a long way, Feng Qi and other personnel involved in creating the space program were still affected and could only continue to retreat.
Jam!
The sound of space shattering sounded one after another. Feng Qi looked up and was horrified to find that space countercurrent vortices appeared in the sky, pulling the world together, as if the whole world was about to collapse.
After swinging this blow, the power of the magic knife skyrocketed, further suppressing the blue light released by Miracle Will.
But this disadvantage only lasted for a few seconds before the Lord of the Mist reversed it.
At this moment, the Lord of Mist's aura surged.
"I am...the leader of the Mist Clan!"
With a low roar, the Lord of Mist slowly stood up straight, facing the strong wind in his face.
His will drove the Miracle Will, causing the power of Miracle Will to surge several times, instantly suppressing the black mist, and the magic sword began to tremble again.
After all, nothing can compete with the will of miracles.
Facing the one-sided suppression, Feng Qi did not feel happy.
He once again felt the "unyielding will" of the magic sword rising into the sky.
As he watched, the black mist silhouette that transformed in front of the Lord of the Mists began to solidify.
This time, the silhouette of the black mist wielding the sword is no longer a replica of the Lord of the Mist, but has become a female figure.
This figure is very familiar to Feng Qi.
He is the true master of the magic sword and the only obsession in Chaotian's heart.
The strongest genius ever in the Sword Clan, Chao Xuan.
Chao Xuan's figure stood there. Although he made no movement, the power of the magic sword began to increase rapidly.
At this time, the magic knife used the miraculous will in the main body of the mist as a whetstone.
The stronger the whetstone, the sharper the knife.
Looking at Chao Xuan formed by the gathering black mist, countless memory scenes vaguely appeared in Feng Qi's mind.
"Old woman, even if I turn into a sword, I will still walk with you."
"Sister, this is the agreement between us. Even if the enemy is a god, you and I can kill the god!"
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boom!
The momentum of the demon sword surged at this moment.
Kill the sky! Kill the earth! Kill the gods!
The three strongest swordsmanship marks that Demon Sword realized during the challenge to ascend to the gods appeared on the surface of Demon Sword.
Under the suppression of Miracle Will, the power of the magic knife began to gradually increase, becoming sharper and sharper as it was sharpened.
The disadvantages eventually balance out again.
The left eye is purple, the right eye is black, the Lord of Mist and the Demonic Sword each occupy half of the body, and the fierce battle has not stopped.
Even though he was far away, Feng Qi still felt frightened.
How strong is the Lord of Mist's obsession with resurrecting the people? He knows clearly from dealing with multiple timelines.
By reading the memory screen, he also knew how much the magic sword wanted to "kill the god".
The will of miracles made the Lord of the Mists powerful, but it also aroused the unyielding will in the Demon Sword's heart.
Every time the power of Miracle Will becomes stronger, the Demonic Sword will increase by one point.
This is the horror of the Demon Sword Ascension Challenge.
The enemy is a whetstone.
It is unclear how strong the future demon sword will be.
But just looking at the future dream of the previous timeline, the Demon Sword was able to fight against the Lord of the Mist at its peak, which shows that the Demon Sword at that time had a powerful strength that was not weaker than that of miraculous items.
It's no wonder that Demon Sword is looking for qualified opponents to challenge.
The ultimate goal of the God Ascension Challenge is not to become a god, but to become a god slayer.
Feng Qi was completely shocked by the magic knife.
The future potential of this magic sword is unimaginable.
boom!
At this moment, a loud noise brought Feng Qi's thoughts back.
Looking up, Chao Xuan's figure slowly raised the sword in his hand and stood it in front of his chest.
At this moment, Feng Qi vaguely saw a familiar memory picture.
That was the first time Chao Xuan taught Chao Tian how to practice swordsmanship.
"Brother, I'm optimistic about this move."
Memory overlapped with reality, and Chao Xuan also wielded an unpretentious sword at this time.
The shadow of the magic sword condensed in the sky in an instant, and it slashed forward.
Feng Qi looked in the direction where the magic sword was waving, and found that a small mountain peak to the east was split into two, and then the sound of the mountain breaking into pieces reached his ears.
boom!
It was like the sky was falling apart and the ground was shaking uncontrollably.
After this blow, the power of the magic sword increased.
But the Lord of the Mist also did not give in. Under the influence of his will, the disadvantage was quickly reversed.
This invisible battle is not only a confrontation between the Miracle Will and the Demonic Sword, but also a confrontation between the Lord of the Mist and Chaotian.
In the previous line of the future, the confrontation between the two takes place in the future world 1500 years later.
But for this future line, this battle has come early.
The same thing is that they are in a stalemate again in this battle, and no one has an absolute advantage.
It's like a fateful battle, or history repeating itself.
As the battle escalated, it was clear that the Lord of Mist's body could no longer bear it, and cracks appeared on its surface.
When the body of the Lord of Mist was on the verge of collapse, Feng Qi suddenly became anxious.
If the battle continues, even if the Lord of the Mists can win, he will inevitably die.
Just when Feng Qi wanted to forcefully activate the divine body again and intervene in the battle at the risk of death, an accident happened.
The magic sword suddenly broke away from the Lord of Mist's right hand and flew into the hand of Chao Xuan's figure in front of him.
At this moment, she looked back at the Lord of Mists.
The Lord of the Mist also came to his senses at this time. Without the control of the magic knife, his eyes returned to normal.
Neither of them spoke, just looked at each other.
At this moment, the magic sword trembled, and the black mist figure slowly spoke:
"You are qualified to be my whetstone. I will remember you and leave your name for future battles."
"Miyue."
"I remember it. I hope you won't fail on the road of growth. I will wait for you in the future."
After the words fell, the magic knife slowly turned around.
"your name!"
Just as the magic sword was about to leave, the Lord of the Mist asked.
"Magic Sword·Chaotian."
"Are you interested in becoming my weapon?" The Lord of the Mist said these words with confidence on his face, without the slightest worry that the magic sword would retaliate.
"No interest. You have the same extremely firm obsession as me. You are not suitable for holding a sword. You are the strongest sword in your own right."
After the words fell, Chao Xuan's figure shattered, the magic knife soared into the sky, and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.
When the war ended, it was a mess for several kilometers.
Feng Qi came to the Lord of Mist at this time:
"Old fan, how are you?"
"Don't worry, I have no problem, Demon Sword... Chaotian, I remember him. He taught me how to drive the will of miracles. I should thank him."
Looking at the direction where the magic sword disappeared, the Lord of the Mist stood with his hands behind his hands, a bright smile on his face.
After hearing these words, Feng Qi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go back."
Saying that, the Lord of Mist turned around indifferently, and then fell straight down.
Feng Qi:......
Looking at the unconscious Lord of the Mist, Feng Qi felt helpless.
"I can't hold it anymore. Why are you pretending to be so cool?"
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