Zheng ...... Zheng ......

The sword trembled, and suddenly, Fang Fan's tiger mouth was numb, as if there were hundreds of ants and insects biting, and the pain was unbearable, and then, the sword actually came out of his hand, and suddenly turned around and shot at Fang Fan's chest. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The sword wind hissed, Fang Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and when the sword was about to approach his body, he took a step forward to the right. The sword flew past his clothes, the white shirt was swept up by the wind, Fang Fan suddenly twisted his body, and his right hand once again grabbed the sharp sword that emitted a fierce sword aura like chasing the wind and lightning.

The sharp sword was trembling again, still trying to break free from Fang Fan's shackles, Fang Fan's eyebrows furrowed, and the infernal karmic fire suddenly rushed out, completely enveloping the black sword with blood lines walking upstream.

However, the flames did not cause any damage to the sword, but was swallowed into the sword like a whale sucking a cow.

Fang Fan smiled coldly: "I want to see how much appetite you have!"

Before the words fell, Hei Yan actually rose one foot high, and even though the sword sucked desperately, there was still no tendency to shrink.

At first, the sword could still hold on to one or two, but after a long time, it could no longer bear the screaming in the fire, and then it trembled more violently, and the blood line on it wanted to be revealed, and the scarlet eagle eye at the end of the sword handle seemed to drip blood.

The sword struggled in every way, but Fang Fan's hand was like an indestructible shackle, locking it tightly, and he could only scream in despair in the fire.

It didn't take long for the sword's desperate scream to gradually subside, only an inaudible moan remained, it seemed to accept its fate, no longer struggling, and the fierce aura disappeared together, but the sword aura it emitted was still fierce and proud.

"Resigned?" Fang Fan's smile was as cold as frost and snow.

The sword whispered twice in response.

The corners of Fang Fan's mouth hooked, and the raging flames poured back into the dantian.

But just as Hei Yan left the sharp sword, the sharp sword shook Fang Fan's five fingers again, turning into a red ray and slashing towards Fang Fan's neck. At this time, Fang Fan's spirit was already a little tired, coupled with the softness of the sword, his mind must be relaxed, this is a rare opportunity to take advantage of.

Therefore, this sharp sword is like a swordsman who endures humiliation and burden, and when the opportunity for revenge is in sight, he resolutely draws out the sword.

Fang Fan was not a god, so naturally it was impossible to figure out everyone's thoughts, and he didn't expect that this sharp sword would be as ruthless as a happy Jianghu person, when the sword attacked, the muscles of his whole body had already relaxed, and he was secretly exhaling, he didn't expect the sword to come here at all.

At this moment, although the little arson expert has been watching the battle, when the sword expressed his surrender, he thought that the dust had settled, and he wandered out of the world early, and wanted to go to the forum to post a show off post about refining the artifact.

As a result, Fang Fan came to an embarrassing situation at this moment, although there were people pressing on the side, there was no one to help him at all, this was like life was no different, when he was in trouble, he was always alone.

Fang Fan's eyelids couldn't stop jumping, and just as the blade of the sword that flashed with cold light was about to cut through the skin, his feet moved like a ghost.

When the foot is raised, the soles of the feet are only a millimeter away from the ground. The right foot fell, the left foot rose, and between the two feet rose and fell, he took five or six steps in a narrow range of only two feet. And these five or six steps were actually completed in one breath, and when he turned around at the last moment, the blade of the sword grazed his throat, and a line of blood instantly appeared.

Unfortunately, there was only one line of blood, and the blade cut through only a layer of skin.

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows, a fierce look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his right fist instantly wrapped around a raging black flame, slamming into the strange sword body.

With a terrible scream, the bent sword swirled and hit the cave wall, splashing a spark, and when the sword hit the ground with a loud bang, the curved sword body bounced straight again, and the bright blood line seemed to dim a little.

Fang Fan was silent, his face gloomy as he stepped towards the sword, and with each step he fell, the air became heavier, and it became more and more depressing.

"Still resisting?" Fang Fan stepped on the sword body and looked down at the eagle eye condescendingly.

What was shocking was that Hawkeye's eyes flashed, revealing a bit of resentment.

"Unrepentant!" Fang Fan scolded sharply, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, and a tricky internal energy immediately invaded the sword.

Zheng Zheng ......

The sound of the sword was continuous, as if someone was shaking the silver bell, and I don't know if the sword was cursing angrily or weeping sadly.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was the time of a cup of tea, maybe it was longer, the sword stopped trembling, and the silver bell seemed to be stuffed with cotton balls, and it could no longer make a sound.

"Will you surrender?" Fang Fan's eyes were cold and without the slightest emotion.

The eagle's eyes were full of begging for mercy, if it was a human being, it was already kowtowing like pounding garlic at this moment.

"Really?" Fang Fan's face was expressionless.

The "man" knocked his head off.

A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Fan's mouth, and the smile actually had a hideous color: "I don't believe it!"

With that, an even more violent internal force invaded the sword again, and there was a high-pitched wail, and the eagle's eyes were full of pain, and then the pain turned into crying, and only the moaning sound was left from time to time.

Time passes very slowly, especially for this strange sword, time seems to stand still, every second is worse than death, if you are human, you are suffering a thousand knives at this moment.

"Will you surrender?" The words were exactly the same as before, but to the sword, they sounded like a demon's curse.

The "man" who kowtowed, his forehead was already blurred with flesh and blood.

"I don't believe it."

Simple three words, but like the black and white impermanence when the soul of the sentence "you are here", the "person" sat on the ground, his eyes were depressed, this is undoubtedly the "chop" of the order at three o'clock in the afternoon, which makes people completely fall into the abyss of despair.

I don't know how long it has been, but the "man" is already dying, hanging with only one breath.

"Will you surrender?"

Fang Fan's words seemed to have a terrifying magical power, the "person" trembled all over, it was powerless to speak, but its anger had been exhausted.

It was only at this moment that a smile appeared in Fang Fan's eyes, and with a hook of his toes, the sword was obediently lying in his hand.

Clouds

Quality: Artifact

Attributes: Wind, clouds, fire

Durability: Consumes Fire to restore durability

True Qi Strength: Able to withstand the internal forces of any realm.

[When the wind rises, the clouds can kill? 】

"Ding......

System Prompt: Refining the Dragon Crystal Knife triggers the hidden condition of refining [Flowing Cloud], and the chance is +300.

System prompt: [Flowing Cloud] is successfully refined, and the chance is +100.

System Prompt: [Flowing Cloud] is injected into the Sword Spirit, and its attributes have changed.

System Prompt: Due to the successful refining of the artifact, the refiner rank is upgraded to the ancestor level.

System prompt: [Flowing Cloud] is merged into one of the six major artifacts.

The moment he held Liuyun, a series of system messages rang in the ears of Fang Fan and the little arson expert, and the little arson expert smiled and said, "It's too easy for this ancestor level to come."