"Retain people!"
This violent shout is like thunder descending to the world.
The terrifying air wave was condensed into substance, and it swept across it all the way. The air rushes, destroying the mountains and shaking the mountains, shaking the surrounding buildings trembling three times.
"What a terrible breath!"
"Look, it's Patriarch Wei's coming!"
The monks around, immediately recognized the identity of the coming person.
A few seconds later, Wei Changkong shuttled a kilometer away and appeared in the arena, his eyes were red, and he stared straight at the green dragon king who was about to kill, and shouted:
"Evil thief! How dare to do evil and domineering in Baidi City, who borrowed your courage? Quickly let go of Shaoling and catch it!"
"a ha ha ha……"
Upon hearing these words, the Qingjiao King seemed to have heard some big joke, and let out a brazen laugh: "Old bastard, what are you, how dare you order this king? When this king is in the world, you Grandpa’s grandpa hasn’t been born yet? Get out if you know, otherwise this king will kill you too!"
"you!!!"
Chief Wei was trembling with air, his face flushed, as if he had been greatly humiliated.
You know, he is the Patriarch of Baidi City's top ten giants, master craftsman, and a true immortal who has survived the Five Heavens Tribulation.
Any identity can be admired by countless people.
Even if the city lord Yue Linfeng met him, he treated each other with courtesy and was very polite.
But now, the Qing Jiao King not only doesn't put him in his eyes, but also speaks wildly. How can this make him bear?
"Bold madman, since you don't put this master in your eyes, let you see, this master is a great master of refiners!"
As Wei Changkong said, with a thought, he sacrificed a huge sword box, half a person tall.
"open!"
Wei Changkong slapped the sword box abruptly, and the sword box shook and opened.
A mighty sword aura shot out, lightly shooting a bullfight.
"Boom!"
Sword Qi spread in all directions.
All the monks within a kilometer of a kilometer only felt that the scene in front of them had changed. It was no longer the streets of Baidi City, but turned into a magnificent scene of mountains and rivers.
Everyone seemed to be standing on a mountain peak that soared into the clouds and penetrated into the blue sky, overlooking the mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, birds and beasts, the veins of the mountains and the grotesque...
It's like a small world with its own system, gestating hundreds of millions of living beings, all between birth and death, everything you need...
"field!"
Suddenly, a monk exclaimed: "This is not the domain of the Master Wei, but the domain of the sword!"
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.
The seventh turn of the of transformation, named "Domain Realm".
As the name suggests, a monk in this realm can own a realm, in the realm almost like the creator, dominating everything.
And depending on its own characteristics, the field can also have different attributes.
But now, Wei Changkong actually engraved the realm that a cultivator can possess in the magic weapon, which is enough to see that he, the great master of refiners, is definitely not a waste of name.
Perhaps in the eyes of True Immortal Du Jie, the domain of this weapon is nothing, and it can be broken at will.
But imagine that if it is a monk under the Seventh Rank of Transforming God, holding this sword, then it is equivalent to bringing its own domain, and its value cannot be measured.
"Zheng!"
At this moment, there was another dragon-like sword sound in the domain, shaking the sky and the earth, shaking mountains and rivers, shaking the stars, the sound was clear, through the gold and cracked stones, and rushed into the sky, revealing a majestic aura that encompasses all things.
Immediately afterwards, the space in front of Wei Changkong ripped apart, and a dazzling sword light burst out, dazzling and dazzling, it was even more dazzling than the sun's rays.
"Stab!"
Immediately, an ancient sword broke through the air and floated in front of him.
Looking intently, the mysterious brilliance hovered above the blade, and there were countless landscape totems lingering.
What a picture of the country and society!
As soon as this sword came out, the clouds and rain were overwhelming, and the mountains and rivers moved!
"Jiangshan Sword!"
Someone recognized the origin of this sword and shouted: "This is the first heavenly high-grade spirit sword made by the Master Wei. According to legend, it has gathered the power of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, governing all directions, splitting the yin and yang, and it is extremely powerful! "
...
Suddenly, Wei Changkong swept across with a sword.
"Boom!"
Within the entire field, the wind and clouds changed color, and terrible energy fluctuations surged out from the sword of the mountains and mountains, and turned into invisible ripples in the air, making the flowers, trees, birds and beasts, and rugged rocks above the mountains and rivers all in an instant. Turned into powder.
Even if they knew that this was a fake, the many monks in the field were still shocked by this "heaven and earth cracking" scene.
They seem to be transformed into a lonely boat in the storm, vacillating, and they are likely to be killed by the Tao at any time.
"Good sword!"
At this moment, even in a hostile state, Ye Fan admired this Jiangshan sword from the heart.
Everything has a spirit, and so is a sword.
A sword has followed its master for many years, and the blade will inevitably irritate the master's breath.
It is like a heavenly spirit weapon, in which there is a spirit weapon that can form a unique will.
In ancient China, the generals of Moxie, picking the iron essence of the five mountains, the gold and the silver of Liuhe, waiting for the sky, choosing auspicious days, opening the furnace for forging, and seeing the gods, but after smelting for a long time, the gold and iron collected are not Melting, it is impossible to make a sword.
In order to make the divine sword, Qianjiang and Mo Xie both jumped into the furnace and sacrificed themselves to melt the gold and iron into liquid molten iron, and then forged two swords.
Rumor has it that when the two swords "Grant General" and "Mo Xie" were born, the sky appeared visions, the sun and the moon were hanging upside down, the wind was surging, the mountains and rivers were overturned.
Although the owner is dead, the unparalleled sword intent contained in the two swords is still enough to make the heroes bow their heads and submit to all directions.
From this Jiangshan sword, Ye Fan also felt the unparalleled sword intent, Jiangshan Sheji, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, all in it.
Perhaps this is why Wei Changkong can engrave the mystery of the domain in the sword.
Although Ye Fan has practiced the refining technique of "Heaven and Earth Furnace", his experience in refining is still very shallow, and his accomplishments are not deep, so he is not a master.
At this time, the Qingjiao King looked at Wei Changkong in the distance, and sneered: "Huh! Old Pifu, you want to trap this king when you create a domain? It's ridiculous! Believe it or not, just use it. Can you penetrate your domain with one blow?"
Ten will drop in one effort!
The Qingjiao King is a demon race, not capable of possessing domains like human monks, but his physical power is too arrogant.
When the strength reaches a certain level and exceeds the limit that the domain can bear, the domain will break itself.
Faced with the provocation of the Qing Jiao King, Wei Changkong was not angry, but raised his hand again.
"Chang!"
Another sword sounded, like a rooster that day, with a throat tearing through all the darkness in the early morning, and the sound waves lingered, and went straight to the nine heavens.
"boom!"
A hundred-foot-long Zhu Hong is like a horse, spreading in all directions, flooding the whole country.
Immediately, in the area of the original Jiangshan Sword, the temperature suddenly increased, and it was extremely hot, like a volcanic crater about to erupt, causing a strong burning sensation, and the exposed skin was almost scorched.
Beside Wei Changkong, a second sword appeared.
About three feet long, the whole body was red-red, and the blade was made of unknown material. It was not a solid, but rather like flowing magma. Even if it was far away, you could feel the heat.
The sword body is long and narrow. The ochre red sword collar is engraved with bronze lines, revealing the light. The hilt is decorated with bronze runes, and the sheath handle is a large disc.
...
"Lihuo Sword! This is also a heavenly high-grade spirit sword built by Patriarch Wei himself!"
"What's going on? There is also a field in Lihuojian?"
"The fields in the two spirit swords are superimposed without any conflict?"
For a while, everyone in the venue was amazed and unbelievable expressions appeared on their faces, and a huge wave was set off in their hearts, and they were beyond surprise.
Under normal circumstances, each monk can only have one domain.
If multiple cultivators join forces and everyone releases the domain, the domains between each other will inevitably lead to repulsion and even attribute restraint, resulting in a sharp decrease in power, and one plus one is less than two.
But now, the realms in the Jiangshan Sword and the Lihuo Sword are not only superimposed on each other, but also perfectly integrated. This is really incredible!
Before that, everyone only knew that Wei Changkong was the master refiner, and the spirit sword he refined could possess a domain, but they didn't know that this domain could stack up.
If this news spreads, the value of Wei Changkong's divine weapons will definitely soar, and will be sought after by countless strong people.
However, before everyone had time to marvel, the third field appeared again.
"boom!"
This third realm is different from the majestic and massive Jiangshan Sword, and also different from the fiery burst of the Lihuo Sword, but the violent wind sweeping across the world.
Although the wind is invisible, it is capable of destroying the city and pulling up the strongholds, whipping up angry waves and hitting the sky.
For a time, countless storms appeared in the huge field.
At the same time, there is a silver sword floating beside Wei Changkong. The sword is slender. The hilt and scabbard are decorated with auspicious clouds. The guard is like a tripod-shaped ear handle with tassels, which is flexible and sharp. It gives people a feeling of flowing, light and elegant.
阊阖剑!
Changhe is the of the westerly wind.
The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!
At this moment, the three areas are superimposed, and the fire is getting more and more fierce by the wind, and it continues to spread across the entire landscape.
In the face of such a strange sight, even the Qingjiao King constrained a bit and muttered, "It's interesting! However, these three sword domains alone want to suppress this king, it is still not enough!"
"Hehe... don't worry, the good show is yet to come!"
As Wei Changkong said, his hands danced wildly.
"Chang!" "Chang!" "Chang!" "Chang!" "Chang..."
Swords sounded one after another, endlessly, resounding through the sky.
A very different long sword appeared in the sight of everyone.
The blade is thick and sharp, the guard keeps the ichthyosaur biting the knife, and the blade is decorated with fish patterns, and the bronze tone presents a metallic look.
This is Yulong Sword!
The blade of the sword is pitch black like Molian, the blade is extremely sharp, the blade is curved like a rainbow, and the sword is embellished with ripples, and the scabbard is hung with black gems.
This is Qiushuijian!
Tiandu Minghe Sword, Taiyi Splitting Light Sword, Tianlong Fu Demon Sword, Cyan Frost Han Sword, Baihong Purple Electric Sword, Zichen Sword, Shining Light Sword, Dragon Sword, Tianzhao Sword, Biluo Sword, Jinghong Sword...
Each spirit sword contains completely different domains and wills. Some are unparalleled, some are introverted, some are as bright as stars, and some are as sweeping as the autumn wind sweeps down leaves...
The number of spirit swords finally stopped at the number thirty-three.
Thirty-three sword domains were superimposed on each other, as if thirty-three small worlds overlapped, perfectly fitting, without any flaws.
All the spirit swords hovered around Wei Changkong, as if forming a battle formation.
Wei Changkong was in it, like a king in the sword, aloft, and like a marshal planning a strategy, killing thousands.
These heavenly high-grade spirit swords were all made by him personally, and they were connected to his mind. The lethality that they can exert is beyond ordinary people's imagination, and the power is superimposed on layers, which is enough to destroy the world.
...
Quiet!
Deathly silence!
For a while, there was silence in the venue, and the needle drop was audible.
All the monks looked silly, dumbfounded, dumbfounded, unable to describe their feelings in words.
Prior to this, although Wei Changkong was also a well-known master in Baidi City, his reputation was more in the aspect of refining tools, and I am afraid that he would not be ranked in the top five in terms of combat effectiveness.
But they never expected Wei Changkong to hide so deeply!
Now the invincible sharpness that Wei Changkong has burst out is enough to surpass the other nine great masters in Baidi City, making them eclipse.
In terms of combat effectiveness, he is probably second only to City Lord Yue Linfeng.
Under one person, above tens of thousands!
"Stab!"
Suddenly, Wei Changkong's eyes were like electricity, and he looked at the Qing Jiao King from a distance, and shouted:
"Evil thief! This is the assassin of the master of the house-the thirty-three heavenly sword map! Many spirit swords are exhausted and turned into thirty-three sword domains. Destroying the Buddha, slaughtering the demon and slaughtering the immortals, you must destroy your deity and form, and you can't die again! Now, don't you want to release Shaoling soon and capture it with your hands?!"
