Where the blood passed by, the void broke, and the galaxy was silent.

The overall picture, as if Xingyu exploded, was frightening and disturbing.

However, the strong...

Vomiting a little blood won't kill people, but it can also help blood circulation.

"The sword technique you deduced has a great misunderstanding. If the nine styles are produced at the same time, it will be severely backlashed and push people into the endless abyss."

Xianjun, who was vomiting blood, glanced at Lu Chenfei.

After that, he used his thoughts to transmit sound, saying: "The old man didn't solve the problem on the spot. He still suppressed it with his cultivation base, but the situation at this time is not very good."

"Why am I okay?" Lu Chenfei looked puzzled.

He also carried his head on his shoulders, and he didn't think he had more advantages.

"Because of the weapon."

This is the conclusion reached by twelve fairy monarchs.

Long ago, meditation scriptures, exercises, weapons, etc. were all complete sets.

This kind of old-fashioned practice method has long since become a thing of the past.

But unexpectedly, it happened to them again recently. Due to weapons, he almost killed himself.

"Is this sword of mine special?"

Lu Chenfei took out the Eight Desolate Floating Cloud Sword, the whole body was shining, and the pattern craftsmanship on it was exquisite.

"No, it's not special, it's not even as good as rubbish."

Someone glanced at it, and the comments were unceremonious.

Indeed, in the eyes of these immortals, a sword that is not even a rare metal is called trash, which is an insult to trash.

"Different cultivation bases have completely different weapon levels."

A fairy gentleman slowly opened his mouth and explained: "The same are all sword repairs, and the weapons in his hand are divided into long swords, short swords, soft swords, etc...In short, your sword is very suitable for the nine swords."

"The texture is more in line with your current cultivation base, so there are no accidents when you use your swordsmanship."

After saying this, Lu Chenfei was suddenly cheerful.

original.

This Bahuang Floating Cloud Sword is an excellent weapon.

Before, there was the idea of ​​giving away, but now, it just disappeared.

"According to the style of your sword, re-create a similar weapon with mother gold, and the'virtual' will not face the embarrassment of being confused."

People have different names in different regions.

In Taiyuantian, single characters are used as names.

"Xu" is the immortal monarch who masters the nine swords of the sky.

"Master, can you build a few more swords? Look... the material of my sword is so rubbish, it won't take long at all."

Lu Chenfei said with a cheeky, "Wait for the future, don't you have to face a situation of defenselessness and no weapons?"

In an instant, the twelve fairy monarchs looked bad.

Because a long time ago, Yan Nanfei also said the same thing.

They deceived them a lot of rare metals, but they sold them after changing hands. They waited until the realm of the saint before they began to temper their natal soldiers.

"It's not impossible to help you refine a few weapons, but do you have any rare metals on your body?" someone asked.

"This……"

Lu Chenfei was embarrassed.

He does have, but he is unwilling to take it.

"This Bahuang Floating Cloud Sword is enough for you to reach the realm of Daotai, don't worry, it's never too late to say it later."

Someone couldn't help but give him a blank look, this little thought can see through in an instant.

"I have, I have, and still a lot. Help me practice more easily."

Lu Chen immediately set in. Missing this opportunity, if he wanted to refine weapons, he didn't know how to wait until the year of the monkey.

Afterwards, he took out a lot of rare metals, among them there were black gold and sky gold, but there was no mother gold.

Not only that, but also took out a few complete weapons, melted and recast.

"You have so many materials, enough to make more than 20 swords, what do you do with so many?" Some people questioned.

"As a person, I can't cherish myself. Besides, with my abilities alone, I am too small to take over important tasks on my own."

As Lu Chenfei spoke, his face filled the sky with a majestic expression, and said, "So, I plan to carry forward the Nine Heavenly Swords. There are no teachings."

This is no longer the era when the Fa is not spread lightly, but whether to spread the essence part depends on Lu Chenfei's mind.

Suppose, everyone in the world cultivates the Nine Heavenly Swords, but he is the only one who masters the essence.

Across several small realms, you can suppress your opponents and beat them to the point where they can't fight back.

This is the effect of exercise restraint.

The reason why there is a serious identity gap in the Tianyun Sect is also inseparable from the restraint of exercises.

"The essence of the Nine Heavens Swords is part of your performance, and you are indeed qualified to teach it."

Xuhuang said: "This exercise is extremely powerful. Once it comes out, there will be countless people learning it. When people take the Nine Heavenly Swords as their main practice, that will be your invincible day!"

"I mean the same as Master." Lu Chenfei smirked all over his face.

This is an immortal-level exercise, and it is as popular as the Ascendant Grass.

Not to mention the people of Lu Chenfei's generation, even the saints would be crazy about it.

...

In the next few days, open the furnace to cast swords.

Lu Chenfei waited patiently, but at the same time, he was also planning a big conspiracy.

First, let the master put the ‘Nine Swords of Tongtian, Fragment of Devil Emperor’s Meditation’ into the ancient land, pretending that this is a fairy burial.

A genius from the outside world will surely get one of them.

Many years later, the geniuses of Qingzhou and Qizhou will find a big problem.

"You can pass the sky with nine swords?"

"What a coincidence, I will too!"

"Look at my Devil Emperor Meditation Sutra..."

"What? You can also meditate on the Devil Emperor?"

The scene was embarrassing for a while, when people realized that they had been pitted, Lu Chenfei had already begun to close the net.

Also in the last few days, Lu Chenfei learned a secret.

After taking this thing, ascension grass, it can indeed increase the cultivation base, but it also cuts off the future.

After using drugs to break through, the repair will be slack.

"Okay, you can leave, and it will be annoying to see you."

When the virtual emperor waved his hand, a space crack appeared.

Immediately afterwards, he swallowed Lu Chenfei and Lu Xianzi and sent them to an unknown location.

"Madam, this sword is for you. I will teach you how to practice the sword."

Lu Chenfei looked up at the environment, and found that he was in the cave, and the surroundings were extremely dark, which was barely a good place for cultivation.

Mainly clean, no one bothers.

"Wait, there seems to be something strange here..."

Lu Xianzi was very alert, her pupils shining brightly in the dark.

"what!"

Lu Chenfei also found out soon.

If we say that this is a cave, it is better to say that it is a cave.

After passing through a tunnel, they came to a clearing.

In front of him, a corpse, who had been sitting for years, seemed to be able to turn into fly ashes with a light touch.

Next to the corpse, there was also a treasure box with a bright stream.

"This is the first time I feel the care from the elders." Lu Chenfei rubbed his hands in excitement.

Let alone the contents of the treasure box, this box alone is a valuable existence.

"call……"

Lu Xianzi stepped forward and breathed out gently, as the dust on the treasure box was scattered.

But no matter how hard you use, the box rises.

It is too heavy, even if the supernatural power martial artist uses all his strength, he can't move a bit.

"Let go!"

At the other entrance, a loud shout suddenly sounded.

Take a closer look, it is a disciple of Tianxu Palace.

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