At this time, the small cyan sword stood in the cyan Yuan Dan, exuding a green light. The scattered cyan energy around it was still integrating into the Yuan Dan. The Yuan Dan became bigger and bigger, and the green light became more and more powerful.
Finally, all the Yuan Power in the body was integrated into the Yuan Dan, a green light flashed, and the Yuan Dan stopped growing in size. The next moment, it suddenly began to tremble, getting louder and louder, and a vague "buzzing" sound was heard.
Boom!
The Yuan force attached to the Yuan Dan spreads out and continues to swim to all parts of the body. Wherever it passes, the strength of the muscles and body is constantly increasing.
When Yuan Li entered the twins' natal Qi Palace, the two flying swords in the Qi Palace shook slightly, as if to express welcome.
Yuanli began to slowly repair.
During the war, the sword spirit left on a large scale, causing hidden damage to the natal qi palace. You must know that every drop of natal essence and blood taken away severely damaged Feng Ziqing's vitality.
When the body was filled with Yuan Li, the Yuan Li stopped trembling and became quiet. The brilliance slowly faded away, and a Yuan Dan, which was completely blue and glowed with a slight green light, was quietly suspended in Feng Ziqing's Dantian.
Yuan Dan is ready!
Feng Ziqing slowly moved his mind and began to refine the flying sword.
The two green and red flying swords sensed the movement of the mind and began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye until they were as big as a grain of dust, or even smaller than that, like a mustard seed.
Two mustard-seed flying swords, one green and one red, met through the arch of the twins' qi palaces, rotated and surrounded each other, and then traveled around the body, transporting the whole body until there was no obstacle, returned to the qi palace, and returned to their respective places.
Bit.
Feng Ziqing's heart moved, and Yuan Li surged towards his natal Qi Palace. The Mirror Sword Technique continued to operate, blending with the two flying swords, and he shouted secretly.
Two slight sword sounds sounded one after another, and the flying sword began to slowly expand until it returned to its original appearance.
At this time, in the natal Qi Palace, the two flying swords looked no different from before.
Feng Ziqing's mind changed, and the two flying swords rotated back and forth. In addition to the light emitted by the flying swords themselves, there were sword shadows beside them that only Feng Ziqing could see, one green and one red, slowly rotating with the flying sword itself.
, but the light is much dimmer than the flying sword itself.
The false natal thing has become a reality.
Flying swords and sword shadows are like people and shadows.
Feng Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief. When he didn't have the natal object, the first level of practice was almost the same as not practicing. Now that he has the natal flying sword, he has refined the second level of the Mirror Sword Technique. It's really a double happiness, oh no,
There are two natal flying swords, which are three blessings, hahaha
Although the power of the sword shadow at this time is still small, only 30% of the flying sword itself, as long as its own strength continues to increase, it will be an excellent assassination weapon.
Feng Ziqing slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was Fugui'er's worried eyes. He smiled, took out a pot of wine from the square cunwu, drank half of the pot, then stood up and roared loudly,
Zhan's heart was filled with joy, and the birds in the forest were frightened.
Seeing his master's behavior, Fugui'er shook his head. It seemed that he was fine, so he turned around and continued to eat grass.
After some venting, Feng Ziqing opened his hands and felt it calmly. He discovered the power between heaven and earth that made him feel close to his heart, Yuanli.
He smiled and said that it would be much easier to practice in the future.
Turning his mind, he gathered the spiritual energy in front of him, refined it and peeled it off, and slowly integrated the bits of energy into his body. More and more, Feng Ziqing's body surface glowed with green light, but he did not panic. He knew that that person
, about to wake up.
Nope
An extremely lazy voice sounded in Feng Ziqing's soul sea.
"Boy, you are finally in the Dongyuan realm. How long has it been since I last fell asleep?"
"Uncle Wu is awake. It won't be long, it will only be more than half a year. How about it? My cultivation speed is not bad, hahaha."
The white-robed man appeared out of thin air in front of Feng Ziqing's eyes. He stretched and said, "Well, it's not bad, tsk tsk, the second level of Mirror Sword Art, eh? Two natal flying swords! Oh, this level,
Boy, of your whole body, only these two natal flying swords are good."
Feng Ziqing, who originally rolled his eyes, finally heard the praise and said with a smile: "Old Wu, are you envious? I have two natal flying swords at the same time. How many people can there be in this world? I know you are afraid that I will be proud.
Even if you don’t praise me, I understand, hahaha.”
"You are overthinking. At your age, I should be already at a high level."
"Tch, let me blow you."
Feng Ziqing got to the point, "Old Wu, what are the grades of my two flying swords?"
"Put the two flying swords in your palms and feel them."
Feng Ziqing did it, and with a thought, the green sword came out of the palm of his hand.
The white-robed man said: "You pour your energy into the sword, run the Mirror Sword Technique, and calmly feel the feeling that the flying sword brings to you, and connect with it."
The wind calmed me down, my energy continued to flow into the sword, and a strange feeling came to my mind.
Calmness, this is Feng Ziqing's first feeling. The green sword in the palm of his hand rotates slowly, followed by heaviness and peace of mind.
Feng Ziqing expressed his feelings, and the man in white robe pondered for a moment and said: "The red thin sword has also left the body, continue to feel it."
Feng Ziqing did as he was told.
The first feeling the red rapier gave him was that it was as light as nothing, and the red hilt exuded a strange feeling, a bit hidden and elusive, and seemed to be mixed with a trace of bloodthirsty.
After hearing this, the man in white robe thought for a while and said: "Your two natal flying swords are very different in nature. One is thicker and the other is swifter. When the two work together, they are a perfect match. From my inference,
As the realm improves, the green sword will become heavier and heavier, and the red sword will become faster and faster. There is no need to worry about losing control in the future. The flying sword of your destiny can be moved according to your heart."
Feng Zi nodded lightly, relieved, and looked at the two flying swords in his hands. The more he looked at them, the more he liked them. The flying swords seemed to sense something, and the sword body shook slightly.
Old Wu smiled and said, "Okay, have you named these two swords?"
"Oh, I forgot about this. Let me think about it carefully."
The cyan color will become heavier and heavier, maybe it will look like a mountain in the future, and you will definitely have to carry it on your back to get used to it, so why not call it "Bei Wei".
The red sword will become faster and faster, as fast as lightning. It will be much easier to kill enemies in the future. He suddenly remembered that Uncle Chen had the same technique as his own when hunting beasts. He smiled, so let's call it "different head".
When walking up the mountain, all the enemies facing me are dead and in different places.
After hearing this, the man in the white robe thought for a while and said, "Well, the name Yishou sounds good. It's a bit heavy when walking on the mountain. Why not call it Fu Wei?"
"Fu Wei? Bind Shandu. It sounds very domineering. Not bad, Lao Wu, it's okay."
The man in white robe rolled his eyes, what's the point?
The two natal flying swords have finally been named, the green sword Fuwei and the red sword with different heads, one is domineering and the other is arrogant.