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Just when Nie Feng was extremely surprised, the speed of the small sword flying above the cloud-white shadow wall gradually accelerated, like a fish in the water, shuttling up and down, and at the same time, the long sword that was held tightly in Nie Feng's hand suddenly began to tremble, and a misty white light gushed out from the front of the sword body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

One inch!

Two inches!

Four inches!

Six inches!

The sword spewed out six inches, which is the strength that only the swordsman can achieve in the Six Heavens!

But just before Nie Feng had time to rejoice, suddenly a thorough tiredness of the soul was like a surging tide, which quickly occupied most of his mind, and the only trace of wisdom made him understand that he needed to rest, and he needed to rest deeply for a while, otherwise this exhaustion would kill him!

The serious injury had not yet healed, coupled with the incomparable drowsiness now, Nie Feng's eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground softly, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "choking", and then returned to his original calm.

"This stupid boy is too weak!"

Old Man Wei smiled and shook his head slowly, stepped forward and lifted the long sword on the ground.

"This sect sword is the old man's famous thing for me to become a sword-forging grandmaster, how can you forcibly use it with this little cultivation? Hehe! I originally just wanted you to feel the soul of the sword, but I didn't expect it...... Hehehe!"

Old Man Wei shook his head again, the long sword in his hand shook slightly, even if it disappeared, he stepped back to the seat just now, slowly sat down and closed his eyes to recuperate, waiting for Nie Feng to wake up.

An hour passed in a hurry, Nie Feng did not wake up as scheduled, Old Man Wei opened his eyes slightly, and a trace of worry crossed his face, but when he saw the young man lying on the ground, his saliva was flowing on the ground because he slept too deeply, so he had to smile again and shake his head.

"This stinky boy can really sleep!"

Raised his eyes to feel the sky, groaned slightly, and slowly walked out.

On the edge of the cliff, Old Man Wei stared, and the one-inch short sword above his head resurfaced, his hands slowly pulled apart, and a misty white short sword about a foot long slowly condensed, but compared to the one-foot-sized short sword condensed just now, it was inferior in terms of the delicacy and agility of the sword shape, but as Old Man Wei stretched out his hand and made a move, the one-foot short sword slowly floated in front of him, about a meter away from the ground.

"The young man doesn't move, so I have to go to work with this old bone! Stinky boy, I'll go get some food and stay there!

Old man Wei smiled slightly, his body was vertical, and he landed smoothly on top of a foot of misty white short sword, and then even the sword turned into a streamer, and quickly ran towards the bottom of the cliff, looking like a flying white beast from a distance, swooping to forage for food.

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In fact, Nie Feng should have woken up a long time ago, but now he was dreaming of a beautiful dream, and he was reluctant to leave the beautiful country that only belonged to him.

There, he really became a giant, with thousands of disciples, not only humans, but even fierce beasts, and even some sword-shaped creatures. When he was full of pride, he stretched out his hand and drew his long sword, and with just a slight wave, the sword qi soared into the sky, and soon the wind and clouds surged, the heavens and the earth changed color, and tens of millions of things were crawling and trembling under his sword, and they were terrified.

The long sword was raised, a streamer flashed in the sword body, and soon disappeared, he saw it clearly, it was the sword soul that he had been nurturing for hundreds of years, the sword soul at this moment was a snow-white young man, the young man had a blood connection with him, and there was no resistance to his orders, although the young man could not speak, but it was like his child, bringing him confidence, pride, and supreme glory and strength, and he was gently stroking the sword body at the moment, as if he was stroking the young man in the sword.

Just when he felt comforted, there was a loud "click", and a lightning bolt struck the sky in the distance, which happened to split on a small mountain peak, and in the deafening sound, the mountain peak was quickly exploded into powder. At the same time, a tremor from the soul quickly surged into his heart, and as far as he could see, the young man's originally thin body in the long sword gradually became condensed and three-dimensional, and his facial features became more and more clear, as if he was smiling at him.

Yes, just smile!

But after smiling, the young man's body condensed a little again, and suddenly the light and shadow on the long sword fluctuated, and a thumb-sized head poked out, and he saw it very clearly, it was the young man in the sword, the soul in the sword!

He was so shocked that he couldn't help but let out a shock.

"Ah......h

The scene in front of him quickly collapsed, with his disciples, with the long sword in his hand and the boy in the sword, after the collapse was dark for an unknown amount of time.

Suddenly, the light and shadow flickered again, and Nie Feng's eyes finally opened slowly.

"I didn't expect to be able to have such a dream! Huh, what about Wei Lao?"

Shaking his head vigorously, trying to recall the previous situation, Nie Feng realized that he seemed to have been asleep for nearly two hours unconsciously, and after looking around, he realized that Old Man Wei was nowhere to be found.

However, Nie Feng did not panic, with the habit of the past few days, he naturally understood that Old Man Wei should go to get food or herbs to heal him. Thinking of the past few days, a hairy boy from an inferior background, he actually let a strong man of the Sword Sect Realm take care of him in every way, and this glory or flattery mixed with some gratitude, really made him unable to say what he felt for a while.

Stretched out his hand to wipe the faint sweat that came out of his forehead, and his mind still seemed to be recalling the dream just now, the sword soul turned into a human form, and even suddenly emerged from the sword body, is this a dream, or can it really be realized?

Old man Wei was not there, and he had no way to tell, he groaned for a moment, stretched out his hand, and a high-grade iron sword was held in his hand.

As if to verify the scene in the dream, across the sword body, Xiao Chengshen entered the sword marrow, and a cloud-white light appeared in front of him again, followed by a cloud-white shadow wall, as if looking at an endless sea of clouds, all around are cloud-white, without impurities, parallel stripes and even slightly trembling beads, the same cloud-white, not mixed with a trace of variegation, is the texture of the high-grade iron sword.

For a while, as if blessed to the soul, Nie Feng's gaze condensed on a point of the Yunbai Shadow Wall, and his consciousness gradually penetrated into the shadow wall.

In fact, Nie Feng just remembered that the sword soul in the dream suddenly became three-dimensional, which made him involuntarily feel that there should be a world of his own in the long sword, not a simple plane, so his consciousness forcibly penetrated and tried, he just wanted to see what the world in the sword was like.