"Haochen give me some strength inside."

Qin Heng's gaze stared directly at the sword blade in front of him that released a strong light, which was none other than the seven-star sword blade of seven gems of different shapes and colors.

The seven-star sword blade spun rapidly in the air, and Qin Heng sat in front of the sword blade, holding the magic decision with his right hand, and driving some spell talismans with his left hand.

The two-pronged approach, and Zhang Haochen next to him kept instilling the aura in his body into Qin Heng's body.

"I'll use it first."

Qin Heng drew a spell with his right hand, which was a type of fireball technique, but a strong and rich flame was sprayed on the tip of his right finger.

Refining Fire, this is the most basic refining flame.

Originally, in terms of strength, it was necessary to refine the real fire that was more than four layers of people who could use it, and the damage power was not strong, but it was excellent for refining weapons.

"One more, baby."

That's right, Qin Heng is refining weapons.

Moreover, he still practiced a flying sword that was famous in the cultivation world. It is rumored that the flying sword is an excellent magic weapon for monks, although not all magic weapons must be in the form of flying swords, but the flying sword that is flexible and can fly is obviously the best magic weapon for Taoist cultivators.

At the same level, the flying sword magic weapon is more sensitive than other magic weapons, and the damage and weirdness are also stronger.

For the true fire of the refining weapon, Qin Heng was originally unable to use the means of the fourth layer of qi training, but how could he be one of those ordinary novice boys of the third layer of qi training.

Using very ingenious means, Qin Heng used the aura in Zhang Haochen's body to refine the weapon.

"It's better to have a little shorter, work harder." Qin Heng urged Zhang Haochen behind him.

Zhang Haochen blushed, and he looked at Qin Heng a little speechlessly. In fact, he didn't have enough spiritual power to support it a long time ago, but at this point, if he let go, his previous efforts would be wasted.

This is something that Qin Heng will never let happen.

"Alright."

Just when Zhang Haochen felt that he was about to overdraw his life force, Qin Heng finally heard this voice, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked tiredly through Qin Heng's body in the direction of the Seven Star Sword Blade, this snow-white sword blade is also very good in terms of material, according to Qin Heng's language, it is mixed with some refined gold refined from gold, and the degree of solidity is very unusual.

Originally, there was a seven-star sword blade with the length of an adult's arm, and under the tempering of the refining fire, it melted a lot, and its size became much smaller, but now it is only the size of an adult's palm, which is very obvious.

"Essence blood."

Qin Heng took back the law decision on his hands, opened his mouth and bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and suddenly a cloud of crimson blood sprayed out against the blade in front of him.

Blood stained the flying sword, and the blade looked as if it had just killed a person.

"Condensed."

Qin Heng clasped his hands together, and the two air currents came from both sides and quickly suppressed them in the middle, and his essence blood actually swallowed into the sword blade under the suppression of this strong air current.

After the sword blade absorbed the blood, Qin Heng suddenly had a feeling that he was connected to the blood of the sword blade.

The blade of the sword became his limbs.

"That's it."

Qin Heng's heart was overjoyed, his hands were folded again, the blade of the sword actually shrank quickly when his fingers were put together, he hurriedly opened his mouth, and the flying sword was swallowed by him at once.

Zhang Haochen was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a scene of swallowing a sword, and this time it was an eye-opener.

"Haochen, protect the Dharma for me."

Qin Heng didn't have time to pay attention to Zhang Haochen, he had a bigger plan to implement after he successfully condensed the flying sword this time, and he couldn't be disturbed by anyone.

"No problem."

Zhang Haochen glanced around, it was night time, and the two of them were sitting in the big courtyard, and the rain that was so small that ordinary people couldn't see it kept ticking their bodies.

Originally, this was the demonic energy that controlled their minds, but after entering the body, it was quickly refined into the aura for their own use.

Zhang Haochen crossed his legs on the ground and began to meditate and breathe, he was recovering his spiritual power.

With Zhang Haochen's protector, Qin Heng doesn't have to worry about being disturbed.

He put his right index finger and thumb together and put it in his mouth and took a quick bite, blood oozing from between the two fingers.

"Sharp qi in the sword, break through the third layer of qi training." Qin Heng slowly closed his eyes, meditating on this sentence in his heart.

There was a large amount of black rain striking on the oozing wound, and I don't know why, after seeing the blood, a large amount of demonic energy drilled into it.

The wound quickly formed a black scar, and a strong demonic aura also covered his right palm.

"Returning to the demon for the spirit of the decision, the wind god record, the bloodthirsty spell."

Qin Heng quickly flicked the black glasses frame with his left hand, and his body was suddenly covered by a rich blood-red aura, which was the bloodthirsty aura.

Just when the bloodthirsty aura invaded downward, a pure light blue aura erupted in the dantian, and the sharp feeling seemed to be an indomitable wind and wave, which was the aura of the wind god record.

Finally, coupled with the rich demonic aura in the palm of his right hand, Qin Heng's body seemed to be covered by three kinds of aura, and the whole person fell into a thick mist.

At this time, if someone saw this scene, they would probably be surprised, because it was clear that Qin Heng's body could be seen clearly one second, but the next second, his body disappeared in the darkness.

"Breakthrough !!"

Qin Heng suddenly opened his eyes, and a rich aura was suddenly detonated from his body. The aura that originally belonged to the Wind God Record rose all of a sudden, surrounding his entire body in the wind attribute aura.

The other two auras were attracted by Fengshenlu, and they actually seemed to surrender and did not dare to compete with them.

"What a terrifying breath."

Sitting in Zhang Haochen, when he felt the explosion of the aura of the Wind God Record in Qin Heng's body, he was startled, kicked his right foot to the ground, and the whole person rolled out backwards in a group, and finally he was not touched by Qin Heng's Wind God Record's aura.

Zhang Haochen stood up straight, he looked at Qin Heng who was sitting in place, and delicate beads of sweat began to flow from his forehead...... At the moment of breakthrough just now, he felt dozens of wind knives that were even more powerful than the Wind Blade Technique spinning rapidly around him.

If it weren't for him dodging quickly, I'm afraid he would have been hit by Qin Heng's wind knife, Zhang Haochen wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said to himself: "I thought that the talent was better than Brother Qin, and I would follow him in the future, but I didn't expect ......"

"Hehe, everyone is a brother, what do you do with these things." Qin Heng slowly opened his eyes and smiled at Zhang Haochen, who was talking to himself.

"Brother Qin, you have finally broken through to the fourth layer of Qi training." Zhang Haochen smiled at Qin Heng and said, and soon he asked again: "Brother Qin, according to your current strength, what level of people can you probably fight with the ancient martial arts cultivators?" ”

"At the pinnacle of the ground level, you can fight." Qin Heng thought for a moment and said.

He specializes in the Wind God Record, and he is definitely terrifying to the extreme in terms of speed and attack power, and if he plays with the Wind Attribute Spell, he can really fight with Wen Wang.

It's just that defense is his weakness, as long as he catches him, I'm afraid that a single move of an ancient martial artist at the peak of the ground level will be enough to break through the defense of his wind spirit power and kill him.

"It's not the same time now, although my defense is very weak, but I have a flying sword." Qin Heng's eyes flickered with a cold light.

There is such a saying in the Tian Yuan Continent that a monk who has not used a flying sword is not a monk at all.

After possessing the flying sword, Qin Heng's combat power definitely rose to a higher level.

"Brother Qin, there is something I've been wondering about for a long time." Zhang Haochen suddenly interrupted Qin Heng's thoughts and said.

"What's the matter?"

"According to the secret book of law decision you passed down to me, the flying sword is a magic weapon that can only be used by the fifth layer of qi cultivation called the guidance technique." Zhang Haochen looked at Qin Heng suspiciously, "You are refining that flying sword now, could it be that it is only used as a cold weapon?" ”

"You're right."

"But it's only half right, for ordinary monks, this is indeed the fifth layer of Qi cultivation before it can be used, but ...... Not for monks who cultivate wind attribute spiritual power. ”

A slender flying sword erupted from Qin Heng's mouth, and his right hand flipped over a cloud of wind and waves around the flying sword, lightly controlling its floating body.

The sword body flashed with a fierce cold light, and it was incomparably delicate and dexterous.

Zhang Haochen looked at it dumbfounded, and scolded in a low voice: "Can you still play like this?" ”