The purple-black afterimage enveloped the fire dragon, and a crackling sound was heard, and under the continuous knocking of the phoenix city, the molten iron burst out with bursts of sparks, but in the end, it also obediently changed into the shape of the sword body.

But that's not enough!

Feng Chengcheng took a deep breath, manipulated the crimson molten iron that had been formed, and shot into the water tank on the side in an instant, and immediately burst out a burst of steam.

Her green silk was wet with steam and blew back, but the two purple flames in her eyes were beating more excitedly.

The iron sword was manipulated and thrown into the stove, and the black covering the sword fell with a bang, revealing the true face of the sword.

The body of this long sword is smooth as a mirror, covered with mysterious and regular purple patterns, and at first glance, it falls into the clouds and mist, and the roar in the ears lingers.

But soon, the flame licked the sword body, gradually turning red and white, the long sword seemed to have a spirit, and trembled, Feng Chengcheng was overjoyed when he saw this, and he shouted happily, and the long sword came out with his heart, and roared in mid-air.

These thousands of refiners had weak calves, as if they were being looked down upon by the gods of heaven, and they couldn't help but want to kneel down and repent in their hearts.

And the old monster of the dead wood, Feng Chengcheng has long lost interest, and he is bent on this long sword, although this time is not much different from the last time, but it is completely different from the two long swords.

The handle on his waist is mysterious, coming and going without a trace, like purple thunder in the dark clouds.

But what hovers in the air is majestic and majestic, as if holding the whole world in his hands, dominating the cycle of life and death of all people.

But the divine soldier was born, but he refused to obey the discipline and wanted to go to the sky.

Feng Qingcheng immediately stepped on the ground with his feet, his whole body jumped into the air, and he took a few steps, and he had already come to the front of this sword body.

When this long sword first saw the purple flames beating in Feng Qingcheng's eyes, his originally unruly restless temperament was stunned in mid-air.

How could Feng Chengcheng miss such an opportunity, he immediately roared angrily and swung out the hammer in his hand, and the sword qi all over his body burst out, heading towards the body of this long sword.

And the giant shadow behind Feng Qicheng was also hideous at this time, with a Rakshasa face, and the mountain-like muscles rolled and swung the giant hammer, slamming towards the long sword.

The hammer hit the long sword in an instant, and when he landed, Feng Qicheng felt a huge force rebounding back on him, and the long sword trembled and hummed as if it was fine.

She clenched her silver teeth, and she didn't believe in this evil, and the two flames in her eyes burst out again, like a fire poured with wine.

With another hammer, the purple light in front of him was great, and the long sword finally let out a wail and returned to Feng Qicheng's hand.

When the light in front of him dissipated, Feng Qingcheng stretched out his left hand and controlled the sword body that was spinning in mid-air, and bursts of majesty spread around, and even the space was terrified of it, trembling and bowing down.

"What a sword!"

Feng Chengcheng burst into laughter.

As soon as she retracted her sword, she lowered her body and landed in the ring.

At this time, the old man of the dead wood was still gritting his teeth and holding on, but his body trembled with fear, and the hand holding the hammer trembled several times and let go, and the hammer fell to the ground with a clatter.

The silence around the ring was so quiet that everyone even forgot to breathe, staring at the sword body spinning in front of Feng Qingcheng.

It's a miracle!

Only a god can make such a sword, right?

How could the old man of the dead wood win it? What are you still holding onto?

Feng Qingcheng looked at the old man with a contemptuous smile and walked over, carrying the long sword in his hand.

The old man didn't seem to notice Feng Chengcheng's movements, but with every step, he saw him gasping for breath a little heavier, and the power of the long sword pressed his heart.

"Cheap stuff. Keep your eyes open, my aunt and grandmother said that she would teach you to refine weapons, will she still lie to you? ”

Feng Qicheng stepped forward and stretched out a kick, kicking the old man of dead wood to the ground.

The old man groaned in pain, and the newly formed sword was still burning in the stove, and the hammer in his hand slammed into the ground and slid several meters away.

Feng Qingcheng didn't say a word, as soon as he stretched out his hand and held the long sword height high in the air, the purple-black sword body exuded endless momentum, pressing on everyone's hearts, and he felt tightness in his chest.

The old man's eyes widened, and he pointed to the blade of the sword floating in the air.

"This, this, this ......"

Feng Qingcheng smiled proudly, lowered his voice and said, "Dead wood old ghost, remember to polish your moves and look at people in the next life." ”

When he arrived, he saw that the old man of the dead wood seemed to be choked by something, his eyes were about to bulge, and the power of the long sword was all pressed on him.

After that, Feng Qicheng is going to swing this sword body and sacrifice the blood of this dead wood old man to this divine weapon.

But at this moment, the old man of the dead wood was forced to jump off the wall in a hurry, roared angrily, bounced up from the ground, opened his hands and pounced towards Feng Qicheng.

In the sleeves of his two hands, there were two hardened turquoise daggers, and sure enough, even the lowly ones had no good deeds until they died.

Feng Qingcheng sneered, his right hand was pinched into a sword finger, and he slashed down in mid-air in an instant, and when he landed, he saw a heavy purple light and shadow flash like lightning in front of him.

Da-da-da.

The old man of the dead wood fell to the ground with his two arms, blood sprayed all around, looking at his painful expression as he was occupied by severe pain, Feng Qingcheng only felt that his whole body was smooth.

She smiled and took two steps back, and in an instant, her hands crossed her chest I don't know how many times, and the next moment, the purple-black light and shadow in front of her appeared again.

Before the marks of the slash dissipated, the next blow was over, and a cobweb-like purple-black pattern was seen.

After dissipating, I looked at the old man of the dead wood, who had already been chopped into a puddle of minced meat, and he couldn't distinguish his eyes, nose, mouth, body, and legs.

One of the three most promising refiners in the Bronze Fire Fortress was completely chopped into meat sauce.

Feng Qingcheng frowned in disgust and shouted, "Xiao Feng! ”

Xiao Feng, who was watching under the ring, let out a long roar, flapped his wings and rolled up into the air, with a sharp mouth, and the white flames burst into the arena, spitting in the minced flesh that was still trembling slightly.

Immediately, there was a smell of burnt flesh in the field, and soon, the ground was gone, and only a small pile of black powder remained, which disappeared when the wind blew.

"I won this game! According to the agreement, this old man with dead wood is to blame! ”

Feng Qicheng raised his sword high, and the dense dark clouds in the sky refused to disperse, and at this time, there was a faint sound of thunder.

The refiners under the ring saw that the old man of the dead wood in their copper fire fortress was brutally killed like this, they dared not speak out, and no one dared to speak out for a while.

At this time, several guides suddenly walked up to the ring, and Feng Chengcheng looked at one side, and the sky rumbled when he landed.

I saw these guides bowing respectfully to Feng Chengcheng, and said, "Congratulations to Miss Allure for winning the competition, please wait a while, the elders will be here soon, and I have something to say to Miss Allure." ”

Feng Qingcheng sneered and said, "You tell them to hurry up, if I want to leave, no one wants to stop me." ”

As soon as the words fell, someone on the other side shouted: "Miss Allure, don't be impatient, can't I wait for the arrival of the city?" ”

Feng Qingcheng looked down and saw the ten elders flying to the ring from the side.

Except for this Elder Wu who spoke out, the other nine all had dark faces.

"Miss Allure, I've been watching the game from the side, sure enough, Miss, your refining skills are already amazing, after discussion with several of our elders, I want to award you the title of Supreme Refiner to Miss Allure, and I hope you don't refuse."

This Elder Wu's eyes looked at the sword body floating in the air from time to time, and when he looked at it, cold sweat unconsciously flowed from his face.

When Feng Qingcheng heard this, he laughed and said, "I won't refuse this, but if I want to come, I should hurry up and save myself from grinding and chirping." ”

"Haha, Miss Allure is really fast-talking."

Elder Wu hurriedly took out a small plaque from his arms, which was engraved with the name of the Supreme Refiner.

You must know that in this Bronze Fire Fortress, the highest title is only the Refining Grandmaster, that is, the level of these ten elders.

And this supreme refiner, the word supreme, has already explained its highest status, and it is also the title that all the refiners below have never stopped.

Feng Qingcheng smiled with relief, stepped forward and took it casually, put it in his sleeve casually, and said, "Thank you Elder Wu, I still have something to do, say goodbye!" ”