The moment Lei Xiao drilled into the black flame, it completely exploded, but then, the dragon crystal knife that melted into a viscous black liquid glued the fragments together, and the sword body was crooked, like several broken swords were patched together, even if the refining was successful, how powerful could this sword be?

The corner of the arson expert's mouth showed a hint of a smile, and he said loudly: "Increase the firepower now!"

The black flame suddenly soared a few inches high, and the entire sword actually melted into a pool of black and red liquid in the blink of an eye, and then, the liquid evaporated sharply, shrinking by nearly half. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The little arson expert pursed his lips, and his hands quickly pinched out the refining technique, and in just three breaths, dozens of tricks were played.

At first, the black and red liquid floating in front of him can still change according to the trick, but halfway through the trick, it is no longer under the control of the arson expert.

As a result, the face of the little arson expert became more and more solemn, I don't know if it was because of the fear of flames, or because of the uncontrolled black and red liquid, the six fire protection suits on the little arson expert were all soaked with sweat.

"Oops......" Seeing that the trick was useless, the little expert in arson lowered his hands, his eyes full of melancholy.

"What's wrong?" Fang Fan, who had never dared to be distracted in the slightest, saw that the little arson expert had stopped pinching, and his heart suddenly sank.

The little arson expert looked at Fang Fan helplessly and said, "It's out of control."

"Uncontrolled?" Fang Fan turned his head back, obviously uncontrollable, but the black and red liquid in front of him was still undulating, and it gradually changed its form.

"This ......"

Neither of them could read it.

The little arson expert immediately reacted and said: "If you continue to lose fire, you must be more violent than before!"

Without waiting for the little expert to give another command, the flames suddenly rose several times, and the intertwined green tendons were exposed on the back of Fang Fan's hand.

On the other side, a black and red sword has appeared in the flames, the sword body is as straight as a ruler, the left and right blades are thick on one side and thin on the other, and the tip of the sword is slightly curved, not like a sword, but like a Tang knife. But this sword is cut on both sides, and under careful inspection, it is completely different from the Tang knife.

"How could such a thing happen?" The little arsonist opened his eyes in disbelief.

Fang Fan squinted his eyes and said, "What does this kind of thing represent?"

The little arson expert was stunned, and then said with a shocked face: "The artifact is born!"

Fang Fan nodded ecstatically.

Yes, it was the artifact that was born!

The little arson expert said in disbelief: "We can refine a sword indiscriminately, but we can actually refine an artifact?"

"You forgot?" Fang Fan smiled and said, "The Dragon Crystal Knife also has a name."

The little arsonist shouted, "Little artifact!"

The little arson expert said with a puzzled face: "But isn't this a joke between us players?"

Fang Fan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Anyway, it's a small artifact."

"Forced ......"

As he spoke, the sword in the fire changed again, and the two people who were talking immediately fell silent, staring at the black bonus sword with bated breath. And Fang Fan didn't feel tired anymore, the infernal karmic fire rushed out, it was like a raging flood.

As the fire burned, the dark red that melted into the sword slowly faded, and the whole sword was like a crystal black glass. At this moment, a cracked eagle eye emerged from the end of the hilt, like an eagle opening its eyelids, its eyes sharp and vicious. The eagle's eye stone, which had been wrapped in liquid, had not melted in the fire.

With the appearance of Eagle Eye, the whole sword seemed to come alive, trembling, but cracks broke out in the sword body.

Fang Fan couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and said hatefully: "It's like this again!"

The little arsonist touched his chin, looking, and pondering, and then slapped his face and said, "There's a soul missing in it."

"Sword Spirit?"

The little arson expert nodded: "Yes, with the sword spirit, this sword can have real vitality, and the reason why this sword will crack is because of the lack of blood casting."

"You know that, too?"

The arsonist expert's face glowed with confidence, and he said, "No matter what, I am also a grandmaster-level refiner, and refining artifacts is of course one of my goals, so I have consulted the classics a lot."

Fang Fan scratched his head and said, "Do I want to have a drop of blood to recognize the Lord?"

"You just try."

Fang Fan was really going to try it, and the little arson expert continued: "I can say in advance, if the blood is cast, your soul will be pulled into the sword, this is the so-called sword spirit."

Fang Fan's face froze suddenly, he glanced at the little arson expert, and then gritted his teeth and said, "But there are only the two of us in this cave, plus a white bone, and we can't even find a small worm, where can we find the beast covered in blood?"

"You forgot?" The little arsonist had a sly look in his eyes, and said, "We just killed one before."

"Burning Ash?"

The little arson expert smiled: "I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon, and I still wanted to sell it for a few bucks."

With that, the little arsonist took the jade box out of his backpack, pinched the wings of the burning ember, and lifted it up.

"Forgive sins, forgive sins." The little arsonist said a few words to Burning Ember with an apologetic expression, and then, with a sudden slap of one palm, Burning Ember instantly exploded into a blood mist, splashing onto the trembling sword, melting into every crack on the sword.

Suddenly, the sword stabilized, and then, a violent suction force erupted, swallowing the infernal karmic fire that wrapped the sword body into the sword.

Fang Fan was shocked in his heart, and immediately stopped the infernal karmic fire surging outward, Xu lost the breath of the infernal karmic fire, and the sword spun around like a headless fly, shifting the target to the earth fire.

The sword flew into the earth fire, like a hungry baby sucking desperately, and when he rested, Fang Fan felt that his arms were numb and difficult to lift, and the pain of needles in the meridians was burning.

"As long as the quenching is completed, this sword will be considered to have been successfully refined." The little expert in arranging the fire looked at the gradually thinning fire with antiquity.

Not long after, the earth fire that had existed for an unknown number of years was completely sucked into the sword by the sword, and the intertwined blood lines wandered on the black sword body, like human veins, and the sharp eagle eye was also covered with bloodshots, adding a bit of ferocity.

With a bang, like a dragon chanting in the sky, the sharp sword actually rose with the wind, and suddenly drilled into the fiery magma cave, Fang Fan, who had been silently pranayama, was ready early, and said sharply: "Where to go!"

Before the word "li" could be spoken, he swept out, and when the word "go" was spit out, his right hand reached out like lightning, grabbing the hilt of the sword with blood lines walking upstream.

And the sharp sword suddenly trembled, as if it had gushed out a thousand powers, pulling Fang Fan up and flying, like a slanted wind flag.

Fang Fan's eyebrows furrowed, and while snorting coldly, he used a thousand pounds of kung fu to fall to the ground, his feet were deeply embedded in the mud, and his left hand was bent to the strange sword body and flicked it several times, each finger condensed his lifelong cultivation, and each finger was infused with a strong internal force.