"Idiot. ”

Seeing that he was obsessed, Ling turned his eyes and said: "The most important thing in forging a sword is not the material, but the technique, I see that you seem to be bent on casting a spirit-level divine sword, otherwise, as long as you can kill me with all your might, I will tell you the casting method of the spirit-level divine sword." ”

"Do you know how to forge a sword?" the sword slave's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"This is the second time you have asked me this question, I can tell you clearly, in the sword forging technology, I call it second, no one in this world dares to call it first, let alone a spirit-level divine sword, even a heaven-level divine sword is a matter of minutes for me. Back then, he even used a star to create a super-heaven-level divine sword, and he didn't know whose hand this sword was in now.

"There is no way that anyone in the Divine Plane knows how to forge a heaven-level divine sword. The sword slave reprimanded loudly, his attitude in the aspect of forging the sword was extremely serious, he did not like to joke, and he did not like to listen to other people's jokes.

"I know. ”

Bai Bai Ling pursed his lips disapprovingly, his steps moved forward sharply, and his fingers lightly tapped on his eyebrows.

The sword slave's body shook, and he felt a light enter his mind, and this light spread rapidly, and the casting method of the Xuan-level weapon appeared completely in his mind.

"This ......"

The sword slave clutched his head with a shocked face.

This casting technique is more than 10 times higher than the strongest casting technique he has mastered, this is the casting technology of the spirit-level divine sword?

I didn't expect him to really understand the sword-forging technique, not only did he understand, but he was also so superb.

"Don't get excited, this is just the casting technology of a Xuan-level weapon, of course, the Xuan-level sword-casting technique I gave you may be stronger than the spirit-level divine sword you cast, but in my case, he is just a Xuan-level sword-casting technique. ”

"How is it possible? How can such a superb sword-forging technique be only a Xuan-level?" the sword slave was incredulous.

"Do you think I'm going to give you the forging technique of a spirit-level weapon so easily before you agree to kill me? "The last time he was cheated by Old Man Ouyang, he wouldn't make a second mistake on the same issue.

The sword slave was excited.

The light in his eyes was incomparably strong.

Just the Xuan-level casting technology made him think that this was the casting technology of a spirit-level artifact, if he could get his spirit-level casting technology, wouldn't he be able to cast a high-grade spirit-level artifact in minutes?

He didn't want to know how he had mastered such a mastery of casting techniques, he just wanted to get his true biography.

The sword slave looked at him, and the more he watched, the more excited he became.

But looking at it, his excited expression turned into doubt again.

"But if I kill you, how can you pass on the spirit level casting technique to me?"

"Just bring me a fire crystal!" The corners of Ling's mouth raised lightly during the day, as long as he wanted to do it, there would be no way.

Without saying a word, the sword slave fetched him a piece of pure fire crystal.

"Grind it into a ball one centimeter in diameter. ”

"Good. ”

The sword slave's hand rose and fell, and after a burst of sword light and sword shadow, the fist-sized fire crystal turned into a delicate crystal ball the size of one centimeter.

Bai Bai Ling took the small ball, a faint light poured into it, and in the surprised gaze of the sword slave, he swallowed the small red ball into his stomach.

"Come on, if you want to get my spirit-level casting technology, use all your power to kill me. ”

The corners of Bai Ling's mouth raised an evil smile, "Disembowel me, take out that small ball, just crush it, and you will be able to get the advanced casting technique you have always dreamed of." ”

"Okay, I'll kill you!"

The excitement in the sword slave's heart was all manifested on his indifferent face, and with a loud shout, the Yuan Power of the Eight Star Yellow Realm poured out, and a spirit-level divine sword on the wall flew into his hand, and the buzzing sword sound was sharp and piercing.

"Don't stop, blast out all your strength. Remember, only by killing me, by disemboweling me, can you get the swordsmithing technique you want. Bai Bai Ling watched the momentum on his body getting stronger and stronger, and the excitement on his face became more and more obvious.

"Die!"

The sword slave roared, his right foot took a step forward, the floor paved with blue steel and stone burst instantly, and he slashed sideways with the sword in both hands, a sword shadow flashed, and the fierce sword qi slid from Bai Bai Ling's shoulder to his abdomen.

A body of clothes was wiped out under the sword aura, and there was a bright red mark on Bai Tianling's body.

But......

There was not the slightest sign of blood spilling.

Can the Eight-Star Yellow Realm also withstand it?

During the day, Ling looked at the sword mark on his chest blankly, but he didn't expect to refine it in the steel-making furnace, and he trained his body so strongly, and the full strength of the sword of the Eight Star Yellow Realm didn't even break the skin.

Depend on!

"Damn, come back and bring out your strongest move again!" Bai Bai Ling gritted his teeth, really unwilling.

The sword slave had no intention of giving up easily.

"This move will definitely kill you!"

There was another roar, and the momentum on the sword slave's body exploded like zha dan, and all the swords in the Sword Casting Pavilion moved abruptly, all floating in the air, and the sharp swords were all aimed at Bai Ling.

"Ten thousand swords, ten thousand swords at once!"

Thousands of swords stabbed straight towards Bai Bai Ling at the same time, completely submerging him in one breath, and the whole person stood there looking like a hedgehog.

"It's not successful yet, keep going!"

Bai Tianling's voice was filled with a hint of excitement, and some of the sharp sword rays had already penetrated his skin.

A trace of cold sweat fell on the sword slave's forehead, he had been refining in the steelmaking furnace for seven seven and forty-nine days, and his body was actually so strong that he could even carry his ten thousand sword styles.

But for the sake of the spirit-level sword forging technique, he would never give up easily!

"Ten thousand sword style, sword sea angry waves!"

The sword slave raised his breath violently, and the sword that surrounded Bai Ling lifted him into the air, and before he could fall, thousands of swords rushed towards him like a stormy wave, and countless swords cut through his skin.

Blood dripped down, and the excitement on Bai Tianling's face became even stronger, but his excitement didn't last for two seconds, and he found that the scars on his body recovered quickly, and the scars recovered as soon as they appeared, and the scars recovered as soon as they appeared.

"Don't stop, first break open a wound, and then attack desperately at the same wound!" Bai Bai Ling personally instructed him to adjust his strategy.

"Okay! Ten Thousand Swords Style, Ten Thousand Swords Homecoming!" The sword slave was covered in bruises, and the sword in the air changed its form again.

Thousands of swords flew by his side like a migratory bird returning to his nest, each sword stabbed at the same part of his body, and before the wound could heal, the next sword arrived, and a deeper wound appeared, followed by more attacks in succession.

Seeing that a deep wound appeared on his chest, Bai Bai Ling was excited, and quickly grabbed a sword and stabbed it into the wound.

Damn the original god, it's up to you to defend against it now!

Before the sword arrived, the wound suddenly erupted with flame-like yuan power, and the sword in Bai Ling's hand completely melted before it could be pierced, and in the end, only the hilt of the sword was left to stab the wound painlessly, and the second his hand blocked the wound, the wound had healed quickly.

it!

Groove !!

Bai Bai Ling is simply crazy, this bullshit Yuan Shen actually manipulated the power he absorbed in order to survive in the world, fuck!

During the day, Ling was depressed to autism.

"Is there any stronger move? Kill me quickly!" Bai Ling roared in the air.