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Loulan took Ai Hui and appeared in the valley.

Gu Xuan carried a bag of things that he didn't know and hurried over.

He explained, "Didn't I hear that the sword formation is better with blood? I just went to the front line, and there is a lot of flesh and blood of the broad-backed manta fish. I got a little bit and came back to try it. Anyway, just try a sword formation, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

Gu Xuan looked at Lou Lan uncertainly.

Loulan nodded: "Try it, Loulan is not sure, the order is at the end." ”

Gu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, he was also afraid that he would do bad things with good intentions.

What they were going to test this time was which kind of sword formation would help Ai Hui the most. Now Ai Hui only has two powers left in his body, the sword fetus and the blood of the gods, and they want to help Ai Hui defeat the blood of the gods.

The previous Beidou Sword Formation had already proved that Lou Lan's idea was useful, and what kind of sword formation they were doing now would help Ai Hui the most. Gu Xuan and the others had already tried, and the different sword formations had subtle differences in Ai Hui's help.

Although the difference is subtle, because the help itself is subtle, the difference in the effect of different sword formations is still very large. They need to find the sword formation that works best and consumes the least number of swords. Behind every sword formation, there is a corresponding manpower and material resources.

How to give Ai Hui the greatest help under the current manpower and material resources.

Smart Loulan, impress everyone.

Loulan held Ai Hui and carefully placed Ai Hui in the middle of the valley.

Then he quickly returned to the nearby mountain, his eyes flashing red, carefully observing and recording every change in the valley. In his body, the speed of the [Midnight] sand core began to increase continuously.

The others held their breath, and they didn't dare to breathe, and they stared at Ai Hui in the valley.

Ai Hui lay quietly at the bottom of the valley, and above him, the mist fluttered, and countless long swords cruised.

Time seems to stand still.

Everything seemed so quiet, so quiet.

Isn't it useful?

Some of the team members began to show nervous expressions on their faces, they had been busy all night, and they had great expectations for these sword formations in the valley.

The timid team members couldn't help but cover their eyes, they didn't dare to look.

Ai Hui, who was in the blood-eyed illusion, woke up suddenly.

The battle between the blood of the gods and the sword fetus in front of him has not changed anything from before. The battle was still so fierce that it didn't weaken in the slightest, but after a long time, Ai Hui also felt a little numb.

He couldn't do anything.

There were a few faint wisps of sword intent pouring in before, allowing the sword fetus to replenish slightly.

Ai Hui guessed that Loulan must be trying to figure out a way, but it was obvious that the effect was weak. Whether it was the blood of the gods or the sword fetus, they were like two behemoths, their power levels were amazingly high, beyond Ai Hui's cognition. Even the Thunder are no match for them, and their strength can be imagined.

The more powerful, refined, and high-level the power, it is extremely difficult to replenish or enhance it.

The few wisps of breath replenished by the sword fetus were too weak, just like adding a bowl of water to a pond, what effect could it have.

Ai Hui himself couldn't think of any way to help the sword fetus.

The mere thought of needing a power of the same level as the blood of the gods is enough to make one despair.

However, Ai Hui felt something enter his body and was suddenly awakened.

Soon, he noticed that there was another very faint breath of the sword. He shook his head, it didn't work.

Again, one, two, three......

Well?

Ai Hui was stunned, and the continuous breath of the sword continued to sink into the cloud of the sword fetus of the underground palace.

This amount...... Isn't that right......

The members of the Sword of Thunder on the mountain saw a different scene.

After a brief silence, a sword roar suddenly sounded, waking everyone up.

A smile appeared on Gu Xuan's face, the first sword that emitted a sword roar was one of the sword formations he had previously added to the flesh and blood of the wide-backed manta fish.

But the next moment, he had no time to think about it.

It's like a rainstorm.

The sound of the sword roared suddenly, and the dense sound of the sword roar converged into a torrent, exploding in the valley out of thin air.

It is indescribable how terrifying the sound of 100,000 long swords gathered into one sound is terrifying!

The onlookers of the Thunder Sword team members on the mountain ridge only felt their ears buzzing, their scalps were numb, they lost their senses, and a chill rose from the tail vertebrae, and their whole bodies couldn't help but tremble. The Yuan Force in the body was completely out of control, scurrying around like a headless fly in the body.

There were constantly team members whose faces turned pale and fell to the ground.

Gu Xuan's face was also a little pale, he felt like a blade as thin as a piece of paper, slashing through his mind, as if there were fine electric currents passing through his skin, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He held himself on, and instead of falling to the ground like the rest of the team, he stared at the valley.

He was a little worried in his heart, could the boss withstand such a terrifying and amazing sword aura?

Wisps of mist, dense swords inserted in the valley rose up, released from the swords that roamed around. Everything in the valley subverted Gu Xuan's cognition.

Every wisp of mist as thin as a gossamer is the breath of a pure sword.

A long sword that has lost its breath of the sword is like rotten wood, which begins to peel off, decay, and eventually turn into flying ashes.

In front of everyone's eyes, the scene of 100,000 long swords peeling off and decaying at the same time had an extraordinary power, firmly grasping Gu Xuan's mind, and he was both afraid and expectant.

What a spectacle!

When the last long sword turned into flying ashes, the mist, swirling in the valley, almost obscured the entire valley. They don't make any sound, just quietly tumble and hover. But Gu Xuan seemed to be being stared at by a terrifying desolate beast, his whole body was tense, and there was nowhere to escape. A strong sense of danger enveloped his mind, and he had no doubt that the gentle and feeble mist swirling in the valley could easily squeeze him to pieces.

When he was younger, he had been to the Silver Mist Sea.

The sea of silver mist is shrouded in a dense mist, and they are shining with silver and are spectacular.

But the mist that pervaded the sea of silver mist had never made him feel so dangerous.

The mist swirling in the valley was like a cold, sharp, and merciless beast.

Knock, knock, knock......

Gu Xuan felt that his mouth was dry, and he couldn't help but say, "There seems to be a voice inside." ”

Lou Lan said: "It's Ai Hui's sword fetus, it's beating." ”

The frequency of the red light flashing in Loulan's eyes was amazing.

Gu Xuan didn't notice that Loulan's tone at this time was completely different from usual. Loulan's tone was mechanical and indifferent at the moment, without any fluctuations.

Gu Xuan's attention was all on Loulan's words just now, the sword fetus was beating, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "Is that working?"

"Well, it worked. ”

As soon as Loulan's voice fell, the fog in the valley changed again.

The fog, which was originally just slowly circling, suddenly began to roll and surge violently. The color of the mist also began to change shapes and colors, and various fog swords of different shapes and colors disintegrated and changed in the mist.

The fog swelled more violently and violently, like a beast trapped in it, struggling frantically with all its might.

But no matter how much they struggle, it was in vain. The fog is like an invisible net, firmly entangled, and there is no escape.

Knock knock, the sound of beating became clearer, like someone beating a drum in the mist, and as if a wild beast that had been dormant for ten thousand years was revived.

Gu Xuan's mouth became more and more dry.

Over time, the fog that enveloped the valley began to thin out.

Ai Hui's figure is once again in everyone's field of vision.

Knock knock, the sound of the sword tire beating, as if ringing in everyone's ears, is extremely clear and powerful.

Everyone can see it clearly this time.

Every time the sword tire beats, a wisp of mist will be sucked into the dungeon.

The mist that shrouded Ai Hui thinner a little more.

Gu Xuan felt that it was not his illusion just now, and the remaining fog seemed to know his fate and struggled desperately, but he was firmly bound by an invisible force and couldn't break free at all.

The sword fetus has an unusually dominant power over the breath of the sword.

Gu Xuan felt very amazing and envious. The Boss had taught the Sword Fetus cultivation method, but no one was able to succeed. Don't talk about success, even that fragment, everyone thinks it's a book from heaven.

I know every word, but when you put it together, you don't know what it means at all.

The Boss didn't know how to explain it.

Just by the scene in front of him, no matter how stupid and dull a person is, he can feel how powerful the sword fetus is.

When the last wisp of mist was sucked into the sword fetus, the sword fetus, which was beating like a heavy drum, began to gradually become silent.

It's as if it's back to square one.

Ai Hui lay quietly in the middle of the valley, the rich golden light still radiated from Ai Hui's body, and the aura of the sword fetus swirling was like a sword.

In the valley, as far as the eye can see, there are dense small pits, which are the sword pits left by the sword array.

Isn't it effective?

Gu Xuan was a little disappointed, the movement just now was so big, he thought that the boss would definitely wake up this time, but he didn't expect it to fail.

The flickering red light in Loulan's eyes gradually subsided.

Loulan's cheerful tone broke the silence.

"Loulan has found it!"

The artisan camp is brightly lit and full of people, and the night sky is lit up by flowing fire.

A freshly forged sword was taken out of the furnace like flowing water.

The craftsmen were tired.

"It's crazy! Didn't you just finish 100,000 swords?

"Is this a fucking sword-eating?"

"Who can eat 100,000 swords in one night?"

"What the hell are you doing? Even if it's a squander, it's not such a loser!"

"Damn, whoever shouts Lao Tzu to refine swords in the future, whoever gets out with me!"

"No, I want to vomit when I see the sword in the future!"

"Ahhh

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded: "No one can save you!"

It was He Shi, I don't know when He Shi was there, and everyone was suddenly silent.

He Shi snorted, turned to leave, walked more than ten zhang away, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Who's going to save me?"