Sacrificing the spirit of the weapon and making the weapon give birth to spiritual consciousness is one of the important ways to improve the combat power of the monk in his cultivation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But as we all know, the worship of the spirit is a matter of care and care, and it often takes a long time.

Under the ring, thunder in all directions. A word from a young man attracts everyone's side.

"I heard you right, you're going to pay tribute to the sword spirit now?" the Golden-winged Pengren stopped his movements and rubbed his feet on the ground.

"Is there something wrong? I'm lagging behind you for the time being, if I can't awaken the sword spirit and unleash the potential of the sword, I can only lose. "Young people see the battlefield very thoroughly, and when they say that they lose, it is as if they have nothing to do with themselves.

"Hahahaha, young man, you are too arrogant, this is the ring of the hundred tribes, tens of thousands of monks under the ring, from all races, are all paying attention to the results of this battle, do you regard this place as your home, you actually want to sacrifice the sword spirit here! Do you know that the sacrifice of the weapon spirit, a little carelessness will destroy people, now is the battle, I will not release water, the movement is in a stop, you can't succeed!" The golden-winged Pengren laughed first, and then counted the young people.

Golden Winged Peng's eyes shone with golden light, and he could see that the young man had already sacrificed the sword spirit to a certain stage, and maybe he was really just one foot away.

"You won't succeed, suffer death!" "Jin Winged Peng has been in a hundred battles, how could he give his opponent such a chance. He glanced in the direction of the young man, and the two rings whined, and then flew towards the young man.

"I see how you sacrifice the sword spirit!" A pair of divine rings galloped, dragging a long divine light, dazzling with golden light, forming a horn trend towards the young man, wanting to contain it.

Seeing this, the young man stamped his feet out of the encirclement, and then flew up. "Sure enough, after the machine spirit awakens, the potential is even greater, and the power can have a qualitative breakthrough. ”

In the blink of an eye, the young man was already running in the air, and after evading the attack of the divine ring, he immediately seized the gap and began to activate the technique of sacrificing the peachwood sword.

He poured spiritual power into the sword, and the charm was thick and gushing, and then a chanting-like sound came out.

"Momoki, wake up quickly!" the young man shouted at the wooden sword, the divine ring in the sky had already turned and flew over, and he twisted his arm to barely dodge.

In fact, last night, the young man completed the last exercise of the sword spirit, but he waited for the sword spirit to "awaken".

The machine spirit is also a spiritual thing, born and made, and the birth of "awakening" needs to wait for the opportunity, no one counts, only by himself, not every weapon can be "awakened".

"Oh, it seems that you have reached the last step of the sacrificial spirit, but your sword does not seem to be angry, and it has not been born for a long time. By the way, I would like to remind you that in the final stage of the 'awakening' of the machine spirit, once it fails, the weapon will self-destruct and turn into powder. The Golden-winged Pengren said provocatively, his face was indifferent, and what he said was also true, and in the final stage of the awakening of the machine spirit, the failure rate was also the highest.

"Don't worry about it, I believe that Momoki can awaken!" The young man grew up with Momoki, and now was the time when the young man needed the Momoki Sword, and he believed that the Momoki Sword would not abandon him at this time.

"Hairy boy, you're too noisy!" The golden-winged Pengren rose to his feet and rushed forward, the divine ring and his own exercises were activated, and the golden qi sprayed thin, enveloping the young man.

The more the golden-winged Peng people fight, the more courageous they become, their strength and spiritual power are greater than once, his eyes are full of fighting intent, if this blow is successful, the young man will be crippled if he does not die.

The golden light attacked, but the young man was calm, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth as he watched the golden light roar.

"Sorry, I've slept too long. At the last moment, a voice came from the peachwood sword, the simple sound of peachwood, purifying all the attacks, making people feel calm, and the sound of the sword spread throughout the ring.

"The peachwood swordsman sacrificed the sword spirit in battle!"

"And it's also a high-level sword spirit that can talk!" The audience area of the ring exploded in an instant. The sword spirit is wise, which represents the success of the sword spirit sacrifice. And the sword spirit can speak, which means that this is a high-level sword spirit.

"I knew that you wouldn't leave me alone. "The young man waited for the awakening of the peachwood sword at this time, and he couldn't be more timely in time.

He looked at the peachwood sword with gentle eyes, and said softly, "Let's go up." ”

Mountains and rivers change color, and the sky and earth have no light!

The young man and Momoki Sword actually agreed on their intentions. A figure of sword light rushed out, as if it had been united, and the movement coordination was incomparably exquisite, as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times.

"Man and sword are one!" The Golden-winged Peng people couldn't believe their eyes, this young man was really a ruthless stubble.

The unity of man and sword is the pursuit of every sword monk, but the cold sword says that man and sword are one, only the sword gives birth to wisdom, and the birth of the machine spirit can talk about the unity of man and sword.

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"Isn't it an extremely difficult exercise to unite people and swords, you and that young man ,......" Du Chen said halfway through his words, looking at the phantom, "This picture is not deliberately directed by you to show me." ”

Although Du Chen didn't use the sword much, he also knew what a rare and splendid exercise the "unity of man and sword" was, this kind of exercise was not clearly recorded, and only if the monk and the sword continued to run in, there was a small probability of practice.

"What the hell is a director?" Momoki Jian didn't understand the meaning of the word "director", but said, "This image is really real, when I woke up, I practiced with him to become a human sword." We have been with the same mind since childhood, growing and honing together, do you think we still need extra practice?"

Du Chen noticed that Taomu Jian's tone was a little low when he said this.

After some gossip, Du Chen's attention returned to the picture, this battle was over, and there was no suspense.

The sword spirit awakened, and the young people who united the human sword won the victory.

"This battle was the beginning of his enlightenment, he embarked on a very difficult road, and you know that the road is very barbaric, and the road is long. "Momoki Kendo.

And the latter picture is much simpler.

After the young man won the annual championship of the Hundred Races, he stepped into the City of the Hundred Races alone and began to hone against other races.

In the city of 100 peoples, young people grow up quickly.

After another three years, the young man felt that the Hundred Tribes City could no longer make him grow, so he chose to leave and explore the five continents.

He had been on every continent for at least a hundred years, and by the time he had traveled through five continents, he was already a world-famous Venerable of the Tribulation Period.

It was also during the period of cultivation that the peachwood swordsman finally encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, and it was not until he met a master outside the world that he was cheerful.

Du Chen looked at the picture, the peachwood swordsman was no longer the appearance of his youth, the edges and corners were a little distinct, and he was very respectful beside a person with a blurred figure.

The vague figure took out a piece of paper with the words "Feather Ascending Immortal" written on it.

Huh, the picture of the peachwood sword is blurred here, "Okay, let's see it here, the rest of the things are not yet when you know." ”

Du Chen is like looking at another biography of a character, and when he sees the most exciting place, there is no more.

"Aren't you going to tell me your story? Du Chen chattered, it was indeed wonderful to watch, "What happened to the peachwood swordsman, did he break through the bottleneck?"

"Breakthrough, I hope that his cultivation in this life will stop there, and he won't break through. The peachwood sword sighed, and the story came to an end.

(To be continued)

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