Chapter 1892: Swordmaking

The chaos was boiling, cheering, and rushing to the same place, and now the scene has lasted for five days.
The powerful men of the God King Pavilion seemed to be used to it, watching all this quietly, with eager expectations shining in their eyes.
The day of long waiting finally came, much earlier than expected.
In the center of the storm, a huge body stands, desperately devouring the surging air of chaos, into Dan Tian, ​​into flesh and blood, into the soul.
At this moment, he wants to be one with this place of origin, and one with this world!
Honghuang will be a brand new flood, and everything will change because of him, Fang Bai!
The dragon scale armor shone with blood, as if it had a brand new life, absorbed a large amount of essence and blood, and the brilliance became more and more eye-catching.
"Grow up, grow up wantonly, and release all you have!"
He whispered, as if to tell in a friend's ear, the dragon scale armor seemed to hear it, making a buzzing sound, and the chaos gas accelerated.
Xiuwei is still climbing, but the flesh is stagnant. The power of the dragon blood makes the flesh full, and it is hard to take a step.
"The mid-peak of the gods, is this over?"
Looking at the chaos that came from the howling, Fang Bai's eyes became firmer, he was not reconciled!
The mind moved lightly, and the sword appeared out of thin air, and a smile appeared on the corner of Fang Bai's mouth. "Can Jiubaijujue help me go further?"
The real Jiu Juba body cultivating method is not Dantian, but flesh and blood, internal organs, and bones, and it turns itself into a body composed of artifacts.
In order to refine the flood, Fang Bai had to make changes.
At this moment, the body is stuck at the peak of the middle of the gods. To take this step, we must find another way.
Jiu Ju Ba Ju is his opportunity!
"Come on, let us be one!"
The faint voice echoed, the divine thought sinking into the sword, the air flowed, the right arm swelled, and blood penetrated.
"Go in!"
There was a violent drinking, and the sword flew across the void, stabbing straight into Fang Bai's right shoulder blade, straight through his right arm!
"what!"
The painful roar resounded, Long Yin rolled, blood ran down his right arm, and he became red.
With long hair flying, his face bleak, Fang Bai gritted his teeth tightly, ran the Jiu Ju tactics, and savagely sucked his blood without the sword, exuding an unyielding will, and did not want to be one with him.
"go in!"
Fang Bai's painful voice sounded, God's thoughts, qi, and blood were wrapped in swords, slowly refining.
And Wu Jianjian seemed to endlessly blood, and a vertigo came from his mind, and Fang Bai's body shook suddenly.
"Since you want to suck, let you suck!"
Under the two drops of blood, the heat flow spreads in the abdomen, and Jiu Ju Ba Ji Ju runs, and it flows toward the right arm continuously.
Hum!
Wu Que Jian issued a sound of Jianming, becoming more greedy and devouring everything.
"what!"
Another painful voice echoed the Quartet, shocking the powerful men of God King Pavilion.
"What happened?"
Huanyu's face was cold, he wanted to spread his thoughts, and he was afraid to disturb Fang Bai, and hesitated.
"No one is allowed to move, whoever moves, kill without amnesty!"
Mengbi's cold voice sounded, no matter what happened to Fang Bai, they were not able to control it. The only way was to wait!
If Fang Bai makes any mistakes, his former achievements will be abandoned, and no one can afford it!
The gods of the Kings Pavilion were gloomy and lifted up with one heart. Is the hope that just burned out?
"what!"
Another painful roar came, and everyone's faces became more and more ugly!
At this time, a sword mang rushed straight out of Fang Bai's right arm, blood splattered, and the flesh and blood of the entire right arm was almost blurred, which was almost scrapped.
"why?"
Fang Bai looked stunned, thinking that the sword lacked completely belonged to him, and there was no problem in refining. Who would have expected to give out his unyielding will at this time?
In any case, be sure to refine it!
and so…
"Make it for me!"
The thunderous sound rang, and the chaos breath whistled Fang Bai's right arm. The soaring Jian Mang was squeezed back, and Wu Jian kept beating in his right arm, struggling to escape.
"Can't help you!"
Fang Bai said coldly, "Since you are not obedient, you have been forcibly refined."
At this moment, no longer care about the dragon scale armor, and the divine thoughts are sent into the Wujian Sword to erase the indomitable will.
The strength of Wujian Sword lies in that indomitable will, and the trouble of Wujian Sword also comes from that indomitable will.
Since he is unwilling to be refined by Fang Bai, then erase it and integrate into Fang Bai's own will.
I have always felt that the sword without shortage is not so handy, but there is no better alternative, now is an opportunity.
Hum!
Jianming penetrated his right arm, as if rippled to the four sides.
Fang Bai's expression was cold, and his thoughts, blood, true energy, and chaos were wrapped without swords, forcibly suppressed!
Struggling, resisting, angry, unwilling, Wu Jianjian has his own will, stronger than Fang Bai expected.
Unfortunately, today's Fang Bai is different from the past. Hong Huang can not defy his will, no matter how strong the sword is, it is an artifact in the end.
"Refine!"
Roaring infuriatingly, Divine Thought quickly swept through every corner of the sword, and soon saw the great sword that penetrated the heavens and earth. It was exactly the same as that seen in the Valley of Singing Gods.
"Is that what you are doing?"
Fang Bai smiled coldly, divine thought rolled away, mad at the giant sword.
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Hum!
The heavenly sword trembled, and the brilliance flashed, and then an old man appeared, and Fang Bai couldn't help but stay, "Ning flawless?"
It turned out that Ning Wucai not only left his own will in Wucai Sword, but also left a divine thought, hidden so deep that Fang Bai had never discovered it.
"You have finally grown to this step!" Said indifferently from Xingying's mouth. "Then, the old man has no meaning anymore. Good luck!"
The voice fell, and the Tongtian Great Sword suddenly dispersed, disappearing without a trace.
Suddenly, Wujian Sword calmed down, and slowly moved into the right arm under the urging of Jiu Ju Ba Jue.
"That's over?"
Fang Bai couldn't help but stand still. The prepared battle didn't take place. It seemed like a heavy punch hit the void, which was very uncomfortable.
After thinking about it, I was relieved instantly, no matter how strong this divine thought was, nor was he a competitor of the soul, let alone a flawless one.
After solving the trouble, Fang Bai was in a good mood. While Shennian continued to urge Dragon Scale A, Jiu Ju Ba Ji roared.
Hearing this silence, the powerful men of God Wangge secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Fang Bai was their hope, and nothing could happen.
Rumble!
The air of chaos is still roaring and roaring, as if it never stops.
Six days, seven days, eight days ...
The smile on Huanyu's mouth is getting stronger and stronger. He is also a person who refines the small world. It is clear that the mystery is the longer it lasts, the greater the benefit.
"Elder Dream, how many days did you last?" Huanyu asked with a smile.
Elder Dream's mouth converged with a smile, dissatisfied: "Want to listen to the old man's joke? Let me talk about you lasting a few days."
"Uh…"
Huanyu smiled bitterly: "I'm far behind, it's only six days!"
"Just six days?"
The powerful men of the God King Pavilion heard the words, with an instant bitter face, it would be a great fortune to have three days, usually only one day, and six days is definitely an anti-natural talent.
"Ok!"
Meng Bilu said faintly: "You practice the five elements, and it is not easy to have six days."
"What about Elder Dream?" Huanyu laughed.
Meng Bilu smiled, "Like you."
"Uh…"
Huanyu smiled helplessly, Meng Bilu refused to say, and he had no choice but to turn around, "Elder Dream thinks he will last for a few days?"
Mengbi frowned and murmured, "It's hard to say that Honghuang is no better than other small worlds. No matter how long it lasts, the old age will not feel strange, look at it!"
Huanyu heard that his body was lightly shaken. Meng Biluo knew something he didn't know. Since he said so, there would be no mistake.
What is Hong Huang?
Huanyu's eyes raised doubts. For many years no one has been able to refine it. Why?
And how can Fang Bai do it?
Is it just that simple?