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For some reason, the remaining eighty or so materials were never refined into a top-grade spiritual weapon, but only twenty-three high-grade spiritual weapons.

The only consolation is that these spiritual artifacts are in good condition, and they are all excellent products.

"Beginner refiner, this result is also good."

The dragon pursed his lips and smiled, and after extinguishing the flames in the furnace, he walked to the stairs, intending to go to the account room first and exchange all these spiritual weapons for the sect's contribution points.

After relaxing, he realized that his head was a little dizzy, and there seemed to be a stove burning in his body, and the scorching heat filled his body, and the heat was unbearable, and even his mind was baked into a manic rest.

It turned out that the Infinite Earth Fire he absorbed when he recovered the Spirit Yuan Power in the process of refining the weapon was too large and difficult to transform for a while, so it could only be accumulated in the meridians.

At this moment, the mind relaxed, and the scorching Infinite Earth Fire began to run wild in the meridians.

Before he had gone far, the sound of his breathing became very heavy, his breath was hot, and with each step, a clear footprint appeared on the hard rocky ground.

The journey, which was originally less than four quarters of an hour, took nearly two hours.

The outer disciples who passed by the stairs were shocked when they saw his hideous appearance, and they avoided him.

Walking out of the passage gate, the dragon's crazy eyes became scarlet, red and dripping blood, even the pupils were slowly dyed red, his cheeks twitched, and the fire of hatred in his heart was inexplicably ignited.

He blinked his eyes vigorously, and while there was still a trace of clarity in the primordial spirit, he strode down the Casting Heart Peak.

It was the middle of winter, the snowflakes were slowly falling, and the mountain behind the Tianxuan Mountain was already covered with snow.

The jade trees in the woods are covered in silver, the cold wind sweeps through, and the snow on the treetops flutters like white pear blossoms, which is very beautiful.

The dragon snorted heavily, stared at blood-red eyes, and walked on the empty snow with his waist bent.

Due to the fiery breath exuded from his body, all the snow within a kilometer was scorched into mist, and the snow melted in an instant, and the ground became muddy, and his feet stepped in the mud, and boiling water bubbles surged from time to time.

After a while, a gully hundreds of feet long was stepped out of the snow, and sludge and snow were mixed with it.

There are still less than two miles away from the Houshan courtyard, but the last wisp of clarity in the dragon madness is about to be burned by the raging fire of hatred.

For a moment, his low roar like a bloodthirsty beast echoed in the back mountains, causing the snow to collapse in shock, and the birds and beasts in the snow forest fled in panic.

……

Suddenly, there was the sound of an imperial sword breaking through the air, and a gorgeously dressed young man stood in front of him.

The handsome young man standing on the flying sword, named Jia Li, is a mid-stage cultivator in the foundation building and an inner disciple.

His other identity is even more prominent, the prince of the Western Qi Kingdom.

"Hmph, just an outer disciple dares to make fun of my Xiaotang! Kneel down and kowtow to me and apologize. ”

Before the words fell, Jia Li jumped down from the flying sword and stood on the snow, without a single piece of snow under his feet, which was evident in his cultivation.

However, the dragon's mind gradually faded, and he turned a blind eye to the comers, and continued to walk on the snow with a low roar.

The arrogant Jia Li, who has been respected since he was a child, was also a leader for a while after joining the Tianxuan Sect, but now he is despised by an outer disciple in the enlightened period.

"Arrogance!"

When did he receive such a cold reception, he was immediately annoyed and angry, suddenly took a few big steps forward, bullied forward, and condensed the spirit yuan power and slammed a palm print on the chest of the dragon mad, and the palm wind was sharp, stirring up the snow around him.

"Bang ......"

The palm was strong, and the dragon maniac felt a pain in his chest, and he was knocked out more than ten zhang away, and when he fell to the ground, the snow around his body quickly melted, and the whole person was immersed in snow water.

The snow water boiled instantly, the spitting beads and flying jade plopped and muffled, and the hot mist steamed up, and was blown everywhere by the bleak north wind.

"Vulnerable."

Only after condensing the palm of Sicheng Lingyuan Force, the other party couldn't resist it, Jia Li sneered, and when he looked cold and disdainful, he felt a burning pain in his right palm.

He raised his hand to take a look, only to see that his palm seemed to have been calcined by a blazing flame, slightly red and swollen, and hurriedly took out a rejuvenation pill and swallowed it.

At the same time, the fire of hatred in the dragon mania's heart broke out instantly, and he had no mind at all, jumped up from the boiling water, and slowly stepped into the air with the mad god's holy sword, his bloody eyes widened, and he looked like a bloodthirsty killing god.

Facing the blood pupils that were full of killing cold light, Jia Li couldn't help but shiver, and hurriedly held the flying sword in his hand, not daring to slack off at all.

"Give my mother back."

The voice is like impermanence chasing life, breathtaking, in the eyes of the dragon madness, Jia Li has become the appearance of Cui'er.

Hearing these words, Jia Li was puzzled in his heart, thinking that the other party was playing tricks.

However, after all, he is a royal heir, and he has a proud backbone.

Jia Li snorted coldly, forgetting the fear in his heart, the flying sword in his hand shook out a few sword flowers, and stabbed straight towards the dragon.

The sword light was sharp, drawing a verdant rainbow, and the sharp sound of breaking the air was endless.

At this time, the dragon madness, although he lost his mind, his fighting instinct became more and more powerful, and after laughing fiercely, he raised the mad god sword and slashed at the tip of the opponent's sword.

"Ding......

The sharp and long trembling sword roar sounded, and Jia Li bounced back more than ten zhang, and the flying sword in his hand trembled violently and buzzed.

The physical strength of the dragon madness is very strong, and when he makes a move, his body does not shake at all, and after taking a big step, he bows his knees and jumps into the air, and slashes down towards Jia Li with a knife in both hands.

The faint black sword light is like splashing ink, the momentum is like a rainbow, and it is faintly majestic.

Seeing the ferocity of the knife, Jia Li was not to be outdone, pinched the sword finger in his left hand, and the flying sword in his right hand instantly pierced out four brilliant sword rays, screaming away.

is also considered to be him, this move is the second type of "Dou Kui" in the "Seven Star Red Sun Sword Technique".

However, the dragon madness did not dodge at all, and the sword in his hand did not weaken in the slightest, and it was still like thunder.

"Puff puff!"

Four sword rays pierced through his chest.

Seeing him fighting with his life, Jia Li was unexpected, and he panicked, so he could only hurriedly condense all the spiritual yuan power in his hand, and crossed his head with a sword in both hands, blocking the opponent's fierce blow.

"Bell ......"

The sound of swords intersecting resounded in the sky, and a circle of invisible ripples rippled out in all directions, shaking the snow within a radius of hundreds of feet.

The dragon madness was shocked by the opponent's spiritual yuan force, and popped up dozens of zhang, standing in mid-air, his hands were sore, and the tiger's mouth was slightly cracked.

Blood gushed from the four hole-like wounds in his chest, snaking down, soon soaking the silvery-white robe red.

At this moment, a mysterious recovery force spread all over the body from the dantian, and the four shocking wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The snow that had been churning slowly subsided, and Jia Li's figure also appeared.

I saw that the part of his body from the waist down was submerged in the dirt, and the flying sword fell to the side, his face was pale, his hair was messy, and the blood in his mouth was gushing like a spring.

Looking at this appearance, he was already seriously injured.

It was a lose-lose situation, but I never thought that the recovery ability of the dragon madness was so strong, although he looked embarrassed, the chest injury had healed, and he was almost unscathed.

"I want your life today!"

The dragon shouted wildly, compressing and condensing the spirit yuan power onto the mad god sword of the holy sword, and the tip of the knife suddenly swallowed a sword more than a foot long, and then slashed down with the momentum of opening the world.

With a roar of the Void God Martial Dragon, the sword qi in the shape of the green dragon, with a blazing aura, was like a surging silver waterfall flying down, mighty and unmatched.

On the ground within a radius of dozens of zhang, the snow was instantly burned into nothingness, and the majestic momentum concave the frozen dry and hard soil by an inch, which was very amazing.

Jia Li was seriously injured, stuck in the dirt and unable to move, unable to get out.

Seeing the shocking Qinglong sword qi, his face was like ashes, and he seemed to be in endless fear, and he no longer had the majesty of the prince who was flying and domineering in the past.

At the last moment, a blue figure swept across the ground and rescued Jia Li.

However, the knife was very fierce, and the blue figure was still carried by the knife qi, and rolled in the snow together with Jia Li.

"It's you again, Long Zhentian, let's take your life together!"

Seeing this scene, the dragon was furious and irrepressible, his sword eyebrows were upside down, and he was about to slash down and kill the two of them to take revenge.

As soon as the Mad God Punishment Knife in his hand was raised, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, and when he looked down, there was a flying sword on his chest that shimmered with penetrating light, and blood was slowly dripping from the blade.