Those auras seemed to be made of water, beating violently, restless, and in a matter of moments, a thick lightning bolt like a vine was formed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, Xiao Mu's arms were wrapped around several electric snakes, and the electric snakes let out a sharp chirp, like seven or eight thorn birds chirping together, piercing the eardrums.

Xiao Mu's body shook, his right hand swung out, and an arm-thick lightning bolt rushed out of his right arm, slamming into an abandoned stone wall opposite.

There was a loud bang, and the entire stone wall shook for a while, and then all of them collapsed, causing all the dust to fly up, and a lot of sand and stones flew out in all directions.

Xiao Mu smacked his tongue for a while, and thought to himself: I am afraid that the move just now is still one-tenth of the thunder dragon storm, and it has such a powerful power, if it can be refined, I am afraid it can be worthy of the Buddha Destroying Palm without the blessing of the Buddha pattern, or even the Black Buddha Palm.

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Mu's mood suddenly became excited.

"Come again, within two days, I will definitely train the Thunder Dragon Tyrant to the point of perfection!" Xiao Mu secretly made up his mind.

In the next two days, Xiao Mu devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cultivation of the Thunder Dragon Tyrant, and it almost reached the point of forgetting to sleep and eat.

In the past two days, no one from the Sword Sect has come to trouble Xiao Mu, and they have not heard any news of Zhuo Jianfeng. Moreover, Xiao Mu also found that there were more and more warriors coming to Daye City, and they should all come for the Sixteen Nights Demon Mound.

Early in the morning of the third day, Xiao Mu came down from the restaurant early, and after practicing kung fu for a while, he went to Wang Hairu.

Just when Xiao Mu was about to knock on the door, an old voice came from inside: "Don't knock on the door, just come in!"

Xiao Mu retreated the door and saw a white-bearded old man wiping the blade, this person was Wang Hairu, and there were rows of bright swords hanging in front of him, each sword emitting a slight hissing sound.

"Young man, you're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time. He didn't know how to count his head.

Xiao Mu arched his hand and said, "Senior Wang, I'll take it from you." ”

"Well, I know, you wait a moment!" he turned and entered the inner room, and after a moment's effort, he took out a fiery red knife case, which was engraved with various patterns, and those lines condensed into the appearance of a fire phoenix, lifelike, ready to fly.

He put the knife box on a long table, raised his head to look at Xiao Mu, and said, "Young man, let's inspect the goods!" As he spoke, he stepped aside.

Xiao Mu said "um", he suppressed the excitement in his heart, took two steps forward, and pressed his right hand on the knife box, the knife box was very warm, and even a little hot.

With a "clang", Xiao Mu opened the knife box, only to see a five or six foot long knife lying inside, with a cold light on the blade, like the gaze of a king, which was awe-inspiring.

Xiao Mu slowly stretched out his hand, and when his palm touched the long knife, the long knife let out a piercing knife sound, like ocean waves, wave after wave, continuous, and the sound continued to swim in the room. The swords around them also chirped, and the sound became louder and louder, and the sound wave, in an instant, swept through the entire room.

Xiao Mu held the long knife in the palm of his hand, and his hand was extremely heavy, weighing about thirty or forty catties. He saw a bright red flame mark appear on the hilt, and the blade reached up to six feet, slightly shorter than Xiao Mu's height. The blade was faintly glowing with blood, as if it had been soaked in blood.

"Young man, try it by injecting spiritual power into the blade!" Wang Hairu admonished from the side.

Xiao Mu nodded, turned on the dantian, and injected spiritual power into the blade, and immediately, a dazzling fiery red light burst out from the blade, like a ruby, and the light illuminated the entire room in an instant, and it looked as if the entire room was burning.

"Snort", a bright red knife qi burst out from the blade, leaving several deep and shallow cracks in the air, on the floor, on the bookshelves, and on the ceiling.

"Is this the new Flowing Blade?" Xiao Mu said with great satisfaction, he gently stroked the blade of the knife, as if caressing the skin of a beauty, he thought to himself: If you use it to use the Residual Fire Knife Technique, the power will definitely increase by two or three times.

"Young man, what do you think?" Wang Hairu walked up to Xiao Mu and asked.

Xiao Mu reversed the flowing blade, turned his head sideways to face Wang Hairu, and said excitedly: "Old man Wang, your craftsmanship is indeed first-class, I am very satisfied with this flowing blade!" He gave a thumbs up.

Wang Hairu smiled "hehe", as if he didn't take Xiao Mu's praise to heart, he said: "Young man, don't you want to put a high hat on me, my refining level is not enough, Luoyang City's refining masters abound, and any one you pull out is much stronger than me." ”

After a pause, his gaze stayed on the Flowing Blade Ruhuo in Xiao Mu's hand, sighed, and said, "The Flowing Blade Ruohuo is successfully forged, but the only deficiency is that there is no high-level talisman master to inject spiritual power into it. If you don't have the blessing of spiritual power, then you can't recognize your lord if you are like fire. ”

The biggest feature of spiritual weapons and ordinary weapons must be that spiritual weapons have a certain spirituality and can communicate spiritually with their masters, which requires the rune master to draw runes, otherwise, the spirit weapon can become an ordinary weapon, and the power will be greatly weakened.

"Lack of spiritual power?" Xiao Mu muttered, and then, he closed his eyes and communicated with the realm, and in a moment, the desolate ancient world appeared in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, strands of transparent filaments rushed out of Xiao Mu's temples, and those transparent filaments continued to pour into the blade, and in a moment's effort, the entire blade was wrapped.

Although Wang Hairu was not a talisman master and could not see the spiritual power, he also noticed the fluctuation of the spiritual power on the flowing blade, he was taken aback, and said in disbelief: "Young man, are you a talisman master?"

He had reminded Xiao Mu before that there was no talisman master on his side now, but Xiao Mu still chose to let himself forge it, so it turned out that this kid was also a talisman, and he seemed to be about sixteen years old. Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from it, this kid's strength should be a second- or third-grade talisman master.

At a young age, he actually became a second- or third-grade talisman master, and he was really a hero out of a young man, at such an age, with such a high realm, I am afraid that in Huangshi County, it is the entire Tang Empire, there are very few.

It took about a meal before Xiao Mu stopped injecting spiritual power into the flowing blade. After injecting spiritual power, now, he clearly felt that there was a sense between himself and the flowing blade, as if he was connected to a thin thread in the blade, and that thin thread was like the umbilical cord of the womb.

Xiao Mu gently stroked the flowing blade,

Those auras seemed to be made of water, beating violently, restless, and in a matter of moments, a thick lightning bolt like a vine was formed.

After a while, Xiao Mu's arms were wrapped around several electric snakes, and the electric snakes let out a sharp chirp, like seven or eight thorn birds chirping together, piercing the eardrums.

Xiao Mu's body shook, his right hand swung out, and an arm-thick lightning bolt rushed out of his right arm, slamming into an abandoned stone wall opposite.

There was a loud bang, and the entire stone wall shook for a while, and then all of them collapsed, causing all the dust to fly up, and a lot of sand and stones flew out in all directions.

Xiao Mu smacked his tongue for a while, and thought to himself: I am afraid that the move just now is still one-tenth of the thunder dragon storm, and it has such a powerful power, if it can be refined, I am afraid it can be worthy of the Buddha Destroying Palm without the blessing of the Buddha pattern, or even the Black Buddha Palm.

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Mu's mood suddenly became excited.

"Come again, within two days, I will definitely train the Thunder Dragon Tyrant to the point of perfection!" Xiao Mu secretly made up his mind.

In the next two days, Xiao Mu devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cultivation of the Thunder Dragon Tyrant, and it almost reached the point of forgetting to sleep and eat.

In the past two days, no one from the Sword Sect has come to trouble Xiao Mu, and they have not heard any news of Zhuo Jianfeng. Moreover, Xiao Mu also found that there were more and more warriors coming to Daye City, and they should all come for the Sixteen Nights Demon Mound.

Early in the morning of the third day, Xiao Mu came down from the restaurant early, and after practicing kung fu for a while, he went to Wang Hairu.

Just when Xiao Mu was about to knock on the door, an old voice came from inside: "Don't knock on the door, just come in!"

Xiao Mu retreated the door and saw a white-bearded old man wiping the blade, this person was Wang Hairu, and there were rows of bright swords hanging in front of him, each sword emitting a slight hissing sound.

"Young man, you're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time. He didn't know how to count his head.

Xiao Mu arched his hand and said, "Senior Wang, I'll take it from you." ”

"Well, I know, you wait a moment!" he turned and entered the inner room, and after a moment's effort, he took out a fiery red knife case, which was engraved with various patterns, and those lines condensed into the appearance of a fire phoenix, lifelike, ready to fly.

He put the knife box on a long table, raised his head to look at Xiao Mu, and said, "Young man, let's inspect the goods!" As he spoke, he stepped aside.

Xiao Mu said "um", he suppressed the excitement in his heart, took two steps forward, and pressed his right hand on the knife box, the knife box was very warm, and even a little hot.

With a "clang", Xiao Mu opened the knife box, only to see a five or six foot long knife lying inside, with a cold light on the blade, like the gaze of a king, which was awe-inspiring.

Xiao Mu slowly stretched out his hand, and when his palm touched the long knife, the long knife let out a piercing knife sound, like ocean waves, wave after wave, continuous, and the sound continued to swim in the room. The swords around them also chirped, and the sound became louder and louder, and the sound wave, in an instant, swept through the entire room.

Xiao Mu held the long knife in the palm of his hand, and his hand was extremely heavy, weighing about thirty or forty catties. He saw a bright red flame mark appear on the hilt, and the blade reached up to six feet, slightly shorter than Xiao Mu's height. The blade was faintly glowing with blood, as if it had been soaked in blood.

"Young man, try it by injecting spiritual power into the blade!" Wang Hairu admonished from the side.

Xiao Mu nodded, turned on the dantian, and injected spiritual power into the blade, and immediately, a dazzling fiery red light burst out from the blade, like a ruby, and the light illuminated the entire room in an instant, and it looked as if the entire room was burning.

"Snort", a bright red knife qi burst out from the blade, leaving several deep and shallow cracks in the air, on the floor, on the bookshelves, and on the ceiling.

"Is this the new Flowing Blade?" Xiao Mu said with great satisfaction, he gently stroked the blade of the knife, as if caressing the skin of a beauty, he thought to himself: If you use it to use the Residual Fire Knife Technique, the power will definitely increase by two or three times.

"Young man, what do you think?" Wang Hairu walked up to Xiao Mu and asked.

Xiao Mu reversed the flowing blade, turned his head sideways to face Wang Hairu, and said excitedly: "Old man Wang, your craftsmanship is indeed first-class, I am very satisfied with this flowing blade!" He gave a thumbs up.

Wang Hairu smiled "hehe", as if he didn't take Xiao Mu's praise to heart, he said: "Young man, don't you want to put a high hat on me, my refining level is not enough, Luoyang City's refining masters abound, and any one you pull out is much stronger than me." ”

After a pause, his gaze stayed on the Flowing Blade Ruhuo in Xiao Mu's hand, sighed, and said, "The Flowing Blade Ruohuo is successfully forged, but the only deficiency is that there is no high-level talisman master to inject spiritual power into it. If you don't have the blessing of spiritual power, then you can't recognize your lord if you are like fire. ”

The biggest feature of spiritual weapons and ordinary weapons must be that spiritual weapons have a certain spirituality and can communicate spiritually with their masters, which requires the rune master to draw runes, otherwise, the spirit weapon can become an ordinary weapon, and the power will be greatly weakened.

"Lack of spiritual power?" Xiao Mu muttered, and then, he closed his eyes and communicated with the realm, and in a moment, the desolate ancient world appeared in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, strands of transparent filaments rushed out of Xiao Mu's temples, and those transparent filaments continued to pour into the blade, and in a moment's effort, the entire blade was wrapped.

Although Wang Hairu was not a talisman master and could not see the spiritual power, he also noticed the fluctuation of the spiritual power on the flowing blade, he was taken aback, and said in disbelief: "Young man, are you a talisman master?"

He had reminded Xiao Mu before that there was no talisman master on his side now, but Xiao Mu still chose to let himself forge it, so it turned out that this kid was also a talisman, and he seemed to be about sixteen years old. Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from it, this kid's strength should be a second- or third-grade talisman master.

At a young age, he actually became a second- or third-grade talisman master, and he was really a hero out of a young man, at such an age, with such a high realm, I am afraid that in Huangshi County, it is the entire Tang Empire, there are very few.

It took about a meal before Xiao Mu stopped injecting spiritual power into the flowing blade. After injecting spiritual power, now, he clearly felt that there was a sense between himself and the flowing blade, as if he was connected to a thin thread in the blade, and that thin thread was like the umbilical cord of the womb.

Xiao Mu gently stroked the flowing blade like fire, (To be continued.) )