Chapter 240: Ancient broken blade

The twenty-fourth chapter
Fission!
This is the true meaning of the broken soul!
"嗡"
Suddenly, the rocky area was quiet, and a golden light flew out of the soul sea of ​​Lingfeng. It was like a bean. There was a hurricane invisible to the center. It sucked in and let the light spot be swallowed up. Go in.
Followed by it, it blasted open, forming an invisible shackle, swaying in the air, even the mountain stone cracked a point, falling down, and Ling Qing, Du Gu Yuyue, proud bird, purple The wind was a pain in the eyebrows, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ling Feng.
Especially the purple wind, he has been watching Ling Feng before, when he flew out and disappeared, he also saw it, but before he figured out what was going on, his eyebrows all flowed a hint of red. blood.
"Dianli kill!"
At this moment, his horrified ghost screamed and stepped back far away. The most feared thing was the pit baby, and even the oneself was still in the wrong place, which also made the Lingqing, the solitary rainy month black and beautiful.
"Cough, mistakes made mistakes." Ling Feng smiled.
He stood up and glanced at the purple wind, saying, "Wu Shen, let's go there and see the scenery?"
"Look at your sister!"
Purple wind old face is black, directly hid in the spiriting beads, life and death do not come out, this goods want to take him to practice, how can he let him do?
That is the attack and killing of the mental mind, who will die. He will not be stupid to think that Ling Feng really went to enjoy the scenery with him.
"The proud bird, there is a female bird over there, it looks good, I will take you to see."
Ling Feng smiled.
"roll!"
The proud bird flew directly, hovering in the air, it is not down, but it has suffered a big loss, but you don't want to be fooled.
"Ugh!"
Ling Feng shook his head and sighed, and sat down again. It was impossible to find someone to practice. But he was undoubtedly very happy. Because of the understanding of the broken soul, he thought that Xuanyang was more powerful and was swallowing the soul. Flowers, as well as Taiyi Zhenshui, are further powerful.
At this moment, in his soul sea, that Xuanyang's mind is also different, it turned into a light spot, only the size of the bean, and a small hurricane, is roaring, the momentum is amazing.
This is the pinnacle of Xuanyang!
It can also be said that the fission of Xuanyang is like a black hole. When the fission reaches a certain level, it will undergo qualitative transformation and break through the realm of the spiritual master.
This is exactly what Ling Feng is looking forward to.
"There is a yin and yang treasure, the yin and anode flames are contained, that is, Wuhuang can also kill!" Ling Feng carefully felt the Xuanyang dynasty, a mouthful.
Generally speaking, the mental power is the leapfrog. Although he is only the peak of Xuanyang, but the third level of Wuling is not a problem, and once he is promoted to the spiritual division, it is a qualitative improvement, as to what extent it will be strong. Even he didn't know.
"In my current realm, should I be able to refine the broken blade fragments?"
Ling Feng cried his eyebrows.
Broken blade fragments have always been his most troublesome thing. It is only because of the appearance of yin and yang, and the strength of yin and yang treasures can be suppressed, but it is still very dangerous.
Therefore, when everyone is comprehending, he decides to refine and say it.
"Hey..."
The next moment, his six yin and anode flames in Dantian rushed into the flesh and blood, each of which shrouded a piece of blood-colored debris, and the extreme fire and the polar water were burning.
The debris creaked, and the hot air waves were radiated from the inside, and the terrible flame penetrated into it bit by bit.
"嗡嗡"
The broken blade fragments, in the bones, flesh and blood, violently trembled, the sound of light, the light of the blood, the red is very incomparable, and the anode and cathode flames penetrated the layers of obstacles, wrapping the entire small capital into the capital.
"叮".
At about a quarter of an hour, a small dagger flew out of the flesh and blood of Ling Feng. It was very crystal-clear, and it was only one inch long. It was like a butterfly, carrying the power of Lingren. .
Soon after the fall, there were five soft sounds, and the other five small daggers were refining, and the sharp edges were all out of the body, and the hustle and bustle of the color made the Lingfeng look great.
Obviously, the anode and cathode flames are more powerful than the martial arts. The refining and naturalization will naturally be too much, just a quarter of an hour, and this is only the beginning.
Immediately, Ling Feng also urged the anode and cathode flames. Even Xuanyang’s minds were used. As far as he knows, the spirit can also be used to refine the weapons. Although it can’t be compared with the anode and cathode flames, it also makes him refining. The speed increases a lot.
At this moment, there is a wild vision in his heart, refining the broken blade fragments and integrating them into a complete weapon!
......
Time flies, and blink of an eye is three days passed.
In the past three days, the Lingqing and the solitary rains have consolidated the realm, and truly realized the burning blade and the madness, which is much stronger than before.
"嗡"
In the near future, even the arrogant bird also broke through, advanced to the seven-level spirit beast, the yin and yang aura of the body, slowly scattered, so that Chen Xiaopeng was shocked, although only improved one level, but not inferior to half-step How much is the emperor.
Even the solitary rainy month can only be compared with the 9th-level Wuling, and the purple wind is definitely a half-step Wuhuang class, which makes him very shocked. This combination is not generally powerful.
This makes him feel a kind of pressure in his heart!
Under this pressure, he also broke through. With the best of the spirit, he broke the 9th-level Wuling, advanced to the half-step Wuhuang, plus the martial arts he realized, I am afraid that it can already be in the younger generation of the family. Ranked in the top three.
"Hey..."
At this moment, Ling Feng looks cold and closes his eyes, and in his body, a small handle of blood in the handle is refining, first of all internal organs, followed by limbs, they flow with the blood, the whole It is hidden.
However, there is still an invisible momentum that escapes from his body, making the proud birds, Du Gu Yuyue, Ling Qing, Chen Xiaopeng very surprised, the sharp breath is terrible, because the soil around the Lingfeng They have been torn apart, and they are scared that they are going backwards.
"What kind of ghosts are there in the pit?" The purple wind also came out, staring at Ling Feng and glanced at him. He always felt that there was something secret in the latter, and even he could not see through.
"Ghosts know!" Tsundere bird muttered.
"The last six small daggers!"
Ling Feng is low in his heart, his eyes are getting hotter and hotter. In these few days, he has refining more than 400 small daggers, plus the last six handles, which is a whole 480 handles, and he is more than Anyone can feel the tyrannical atmosphere contained in the broken blade. Once merged into a broken blade, the power will definitely make the Emperor retreat.
"Hey..."
After a quarter of an hour, the flesh and blood on his cheeks trembled abruptly, like a lychee squirming, followed by six bloods and swallowed out, a cold edge, washed up in the air.
"Hey..."
In the next moment, all the broken blade fragments swung out and filled the front of the wind, like the same group of red blood waves, lit the dim sky.
"Ka rub" "Kick"...
The surrounding rocks are cracking open, and the mud has set off a dusty smoke. The power of the sharp edge makes the proud birds, Lingqing, and the solitary rainy moon all cold, and even the aura is shaking, as if it is to be cut off. same.
"What is this?" Chen Xiaopeng Mao has blown up. He is farthest and feels the deepest. The capital of each small pimple is extremely sharp, not inferior to the general spirits, and so many handles gather. Together, it is simply against the sky.
"Fusion!"
The sound of Ling Feng was very heavy. The six yin and anode flames and Xuanyang Nian Li were both motivated, so that the little daggers were smashed together and squeezed together to form a broken blade. It was only two feet long and reddish like blood. Amazing cold light.
At this moment, the sky is dim, and a broken blade illuminates the rocky area. It has a sharp momentum and rushes into the sky, making it exciting all around, whether it is Lingqing or Duoli rainy month. Still proud of the birds, Chen Xiaopeng feel aura of tremor, they are all afraid.
This is by no means what the spirits can do, that is, the Imperial soldiers can not reach this level!
Is it a holy soldier? !
Everyone's eyes are burning. The sacred soldiers on the Shenwu continent are too rare. Even the general Wusheng may not have a handle. The broken blade in front of the eyes should be one of them.
"This is the broken edge!"
Ling Feng stood up and looked at the broken blade. He felt its power and a sense of pride. He naturally knew that this was not a holy soldier, nor a royal soldier, nor a soldier. Because of the lack of it. That kind of unique momentum, but the problem is that it is powerful enough.
"Ancient!"
The purple wind chin was stunned, and the eyes were straight. Just like a ghost, he rushed out from the spirited beads and stared at the broken blade. Then, he screamed and screamed. I was shocked.
"What is your ghost called purple wind?" Ling Qing, Du Gu rainy month are all black and beautiful.
"Really ancient!"
The purple wind is extremely excited, and the eyes fall on the broken blade. They don't leave for a moment. Unlike the Imperial soldiers, the holy soldiers, and even the soldiers, the ancients are very powerful. It can be said that it is not too much.
Just because it is stronger!
The next moment, Ling Feng reached out and made a move. The broken blade suddenly flew back and fell into his hands. Then he walked out of the rocky area and slammed it out.
"bass"
A blood-colored blade smashed the heavens and the earth, forming a beautiful arc in midair, a death arc!
At the time when the broken blade fell, a small hill was cut tofu, and the raw part was torn into two halves. The six anode and cathode flames were on the broken blade, and they burned completely and thoroughly, and the power doubled. The terrible momentum made the Wu Emperor chill and shudder.