The faint blue little Nanming swayed away from the fire for a while, sending out a message of peace, but because of his lack of enlightenment, it was very difficult. It took dozens of times to convey a clear meaning intermittently.

"Wish-will-match-match"

"The children can be taught!"

Chu Feng's tense expression relaxed, and the moment he turned around, with a move of his hand, the brown extraterrestrial meteorite, the jet-black Nine Heavens Xuantie, and the white floating immortal mountain strange stones flew over, and entered the small gossip furnace one after another.

Xiao Nanming, who was temporarily soft, left the fire and cooperated very well to peel off the impurities on the stone. Speckling blue sparks, stones and iron, which had been ordinary, either became crystal clear or red like fire. The strange beauty is intoxicating.

Soon, when it was the critical moment of carving the formation, Chu Feng stared at Xiao Nanming for a while, and when he saw that the other party was quite safe, he sank down. One day and one night, one by one, different and complex formations were carved out by Chu Feng's hands, and in the evening, only the flying formations were needed, and they could be completed.

"Zheng ......"

There was a clanging sound from the small gossip furnace where the purple gas lingered, and a lot of dark blue sparks splashed out. The flying sword that has been formed is no longer restless in the small gossip furnace.

Chu Feng, who was agitated by this sudden change, shook his hand and almost gave up his efforts.

"Nanming leaves the fire and stabilizes her"

Chu Feng let out a loud shout and sped up the speed of the flying formation.

Xiao Nanming, who was originally sick, left the fire, just like a dragon going out to sea, releasing terrifying flames from the bottom of the small gossip furnace, suppressing the restless flying sword.

Everything returned to calm, and in the huge Innate Spirit Root Garden, there was no sound except for a busy Taoist priest.

When the moon was on the willow top, Hu Erniang and Xifu appeared at the door of the Congenital Spirit Root Garden one after another, as if there was something, seeing that Chu Feng was busy, he stood for a while, and then left.

In the second half of the night, it rained lightly, due to the extremely high temperature near the small gossip furnace, the dripping rain turned into a misty mist, Chu Feng and the small gossip furnace were hidden in it, and only an outline could be seen from the outside.

As time passed, the night became darker, and everything was quiet, when suddenly, a cyan flying sword broke through the fog, with an unrivaled momentum, breaking through the night and reaching the sky.

"Where to go!"

Chu Feng, who looked tired, rushed out of the mist, stepped on the auspicious clouds, and chased after him.

As for the clouds, the flying sword that relied on the flying formation took the lead, and Chu Feng chased after him, and a large area of clouds and mist was knocked away, turning into pieces of clouds, and the scene was spectacular.

When it was almost dawn, Chu Feng came to a desert in the northwest.

In the middle of the endless yellow Gobi Desert, a four-foot-long cyan sword was quietly inserted.

In order to avoid alarming her, Chu Feng stood still at a distance, took out the Wishing Power Bottle, and threw out thousands of swords and thousands of paper figures. Spread among the clouds with the art of edgeworth.

Sensing the danger, the flying sword suddenly rushed into the sky. But it was still a step too late, and it was smashed down by a flying sword and a paper figure pressed by the black pressure.

"Good Chance"

Chu Feng flew over quickly and grabbed the flying sword.

"Zheng ......"

The flying sword trembled violently.

Seeing this, Chu Feng bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood on it.

The effect is very obvious, but in a breath of time, the flying sword quiets down, and her unpretentious appearance makes people mistakenly think that she is an ordinary long sword.

"Oops, forgot one thing!"

Chu Feng threw the flying sword into the air, and then stepped on it.

The flying sword became the size of a boat at a speed visible to the naked eye, trembled, and soared into the sky, much faster than the previous auspicious clouds.

Chu Feng still felt slow, and kept inputting aura.

The speed of the flying sword doubled at once, and it didn't take long for it to reach the front of Lei Ze in the northwest corner of the Immortal Mountain.

"Get in"

Chu Feng directly threw the flying sword into it.

The next scene made Chu Feng's face a little dark, he already had a spiritual flying sword, he was very afraid of thunder and lightning, and he relied on his speed in Lei Ze to dodge everywhere. Occasionally, when it is struck by lightning, it will continue to roar.

"Without the baptism of thunder and lightning, you are an ordinary flying sword!"

Chu Feng shouted at Lei Zeli's flying sword.

But it's useless, scared or scared. It didn't take long for the flying sword to fly back, and except for a few black marks at the end of the blade that were slashed by lightning, the others were no different from before.

"Waste Sword"

Disappointed, Chu Feng kicked the flying sword into the depths of Lei Ze.

Back in the Innate Spirit Root Garden, in front of the small gossip furnace, Chu Feng made a move, and the meteorite outside the sky, the Nine Heavens Xuantie, and the strange stones of the floating immortal mountain flew over and automatically entered the small gossip furnace.

"Nanming is away from the fire, and the poor road wants to imitate the tiger sword this time"

The silent little Nanming rose from the fire, constantly peeling off the impurities on the stone.

Chu Feng closed his eyes, and when it was almost over, he depicted the formation little by little, due to the number and complexity of the formation, which was much higher than that of the flying sword, Chu Feng experienced many failures before he mastered all the formations. This process took Chu Feng nearly ten days.

Early one morning, Chu Feng, who was standing in front of the small gossip furnace, kept carving his hands, and a golden vein diagram that looked like a chessboard appeared.

"Seal"

The golden veins that resemble a chessboard fly into the small gossip furnace.

After a while, a brand-new long knife flew out, the blade was jet black, and it seemed to have no edge or blade; Looking at it, it is not gold or iron, and it is extremely heavy and weighs more than 100 catties. The head of the knife is like a northeast broadsword, which is a moon-bending semi-arc; The back of the knife is flat and slightly wavy, and the blade is smooth as usual; The blade is eight feet six inches long, and the grip is fifteen inches long.

"Good knife, I don't know if it can become a peerless murder knife after opening?"

Chu Feng admired his masterpiece for a while, and with a wave of his hand, a drop of blood fell on it.

Unlike the previous flying sword, the long knife fused with blood was dead silent.

"I hope you won't let Poor Dao down!"

Chu Feng stroked the blade of the knife and stepped out, his figure switching between real and illusory, and after a while, he appeared outside Lei Ze.

"Get in"

Chu Feng directly threw the long knife into it.

The next scene made Chu Feng quite pleased, and the divine soldier who spent a lot of energy to build was not afraid of thunder and lightning at all.

A day and a night passed, and the long knife was successfully tempered and galloped out.

Chu Feng, who was overworked and seemed to be asleep, suddenly sensed an attack by a desolate beast carrying the power of destroying the world, and quickly opened his eyes, only to see a prosaic long knife lying in front of him.

Is it a hallucination? Chu Feng stretched out his hand and held the long knife in his hand.

"The tiger spirit is not loud enough, from today on, you will be called the Dragon Slayer Knife!"

The long knife trembled slightly, in response.

Chu Feng smiled and was about to leave.

There was a continuous explosion from the depths of Razor, the power of thunder and lightning stirred, and a bland long sword galloped out, wrapped in a cold breath.

The smile on Chu Feng's face was even bigger.

"From now on, you will be the Heavenly Sword!"