Even with Chen Han's feelings, under this high temperature, every pore involuntarily began to discharge beads of sweat, but this should not be in reality, the temperature he felt in his physical body should be an illusory spiritual attack like the environment, and he couldn't specifically hurt the real body.

One after another, the sword qi blew like a violent wind, leaving a scar and a scorching pain.

Chen Han didn't feel much, the pain has really reached a level that the human body can't bear, and the soul's self-reaction is to directly make people faint, so that they don't die of pain, since they still have consciousness now, it means that this kind of pain can't reach that point.

He didn't know how to break the game, so he could only instinctively move forward in this world of golden flames.

Every step he took was extremely difficult, because there was no gravity or gravity here, and he did not have half a cent of mana in his body, no different from ordinary people, in this environment, even if he just stood still, he had to endure unimaginable pain, let alone walk step by step.

There was no concept of time here, Chen Han only remembered that the sword qi flew from the flames, and later it had even turned into a raging and burning fiery sword.

Not only that, as time passed, Chen Han observed in amazement with his eyes that were burned by the flames, that in this monstrous flame world, the original raging flames were getting smaller and smaller, while the light and fire on the golden sword that burned all over the body became more and more gorgeous.

This sword is absorbing the fire of this world.

This should be the inner world of the flying sword transformed by the one-legged golden crow, and I am afraid that only such a terrifying sword weapon can have this kind of terrifying effect of its own internal realm.

I know that although I know, but what this sword is going to do, Chen Han really doesn't know, his body at this time is not much different from the person standing on the golden crow outside, his skin is charred and cracked, and in the cracks one after another, you can see the roasted golden flesh and charred bones.

Finally, there was no flame in this space, and the long sword condensed from the flames occupied Chen Han's entire field of vision and appeared in front of him.

He could directly grab this sword now as long as he stretched out his hand, but Chen Han knew that if it was the trial of this supreme immortal weapon, then I am afraid it had just begun.

However, he did not hesitate at all, even if he moved his fingers a little now, the sharp pain could make people die directly, but Chen Han still slowly stretched out his right arm, and his fingers, which did not show any human appearance, were clasped on the hilt of the long sword with a hint of orange in the golden yellow.

A pattern of flame instantly exploded, spreading from the hilt of the sword, condensing into an oval cover like an eggshell, enveloping the man's sword.

The military realm is a cave heaven, yes, but unlike those space caves that were born by space folding, its body is, in fact, an artifact.

In other words, it's a realm treasure.

No one knows how the Huanyu Furnace was born, only that the refining of the world in this furnace is a magic weapon of the blade, and the Huanyu Furnace uses all things in the universe void world as materials to refine the same unimaginable magic weapon.

The magic weapons born from the Huanyu Furnace are all ownerless things, but if you want to recognize the master, you must not only have extraordinary spiritual perseverance, but also let the Huanyu Furnace recognize it.

And the small space that Chen Han is in now is a consciousness space temporarily created by the Huanyu Furnace alone for the long sword that this one-legged golden crow has transformed.

Of course, Jian Wuregret has been to the military world, and even has a certain relationship with the Huanyu Furnace.

The Extreme Yang Sword in front of him was one of the conditions of his promise to the Cosmos Furnace this time.

The Cosmos Furnace itself has no real intelligence, but like the Origin of the Universe and the Abyssal Will, they have instincts. And the instinct of the Cosmos Furnace is to absorb more chaotic things and refine them into the same thing after another.

The sword has no regrets about wanting this Extreme Yang Sword, and the promise he made is that he will let the military world devour the world to a certain extent in the future.

He has the ability to observe countless parallel spaces, and if such conditions are to return to the peak, although it will be equally difficult, it will definitely not hurt his muscles and bones.

He wanted this kid to know that his kendo and the kendo, which allowed everything to merge into his own kendo, was the only right one.

The best flying sword in front of him, which fused with the fire of the extreme yang, was like this.

Inside the outer cover formed by the condensation of flames, Chen Han was covered in gold, the original scorched old skin had all receded, and his injuries were intact, but he frowned, and his eyes looked at the Extreme Yang Sword in his hand without blinking.

This feeling was completely different from holding the cyan sword that he had condensed.

Even in the spiritual world, as soon as his heart moved, the cyan law phase long sword still appeared beside him, this sword could no longer be simply said to be the law phase, but the fusion and condensation of countless powers such as sword dao and mana in Chen Han's body, which was something that truly belonged to him.

And this kind of extreme yang power is more like an alien thing, Chen Han doesn't want to be like the power of desire obtained in the wizarding world to merge with himself, that kind of law power has completely dissolved in his soul with Xie Hongchen.

But if he didn't accept it, this Extreme Yang Sword would never admit himself, and if there was no interference from external forces, Chen Han wouldn't even be able to leave this piece of sword illusion with his spirit.

Chen Han was silent, looking at the blazing fiery sword in front of him, and stopped speaking for a long time.

But the finger that let go of the hilt never touched the blade of the sword again.

The scene in front of me seems to be a dead end.

The passage of time was meaningless, but Chen Han's mood became more and more impetuous, and he looked at the flame-shrouded shell in front of him, and the long sword that was still releasing an astonishing temperature, and became more and more disgusted.

The cyan sword in his hand seemed to sense his thoughts, emitting a faint ripple blue light like a water wave.

Finally, Chen Han's right hand was raised high, and then he held the cyan sword in his hand and slashed directly towards the golden long sword.

There was no sound coming, and there was no obstacle, the silence was as dead as a silent movie, but Chen Han could clearly perceive that the light on the flame had faded so imperceptibly.

There was only a trace of hope, but Chen Han saw hope.

Even if this sword went down, his cyan magic sword had directly shrunk by more than half.

(End of chapter)