The sword body that was about to be shaped was about to be shaped, but just when everyone thought that everything was about to end, they saw that the spiritual flame used for shaping had begun to slowly disperse, and the molten iron smelted in it was poured directly from the air and sprinkled on the refining platform, making a "snort" sound, and a spark splashed everywhere, like a red lotus blooming. And Ye Xueyan stood there stupidly, as if petrified, the royal qi around him even began to shrink, and the phoenix flame in the furnace gradually declined because of the lack of the support of the royal qi, turning into a little spark, and the temperature in the room gradually decreased.

What's the matter? Why did you give up shaping? Could it be that your skills have failed? What the hell is going on? Everyone has a huge question in their hearts, they looked at Ye Xueyan who was standing in the field at this time, but no one said anything, for fear of alarming Ye Xueyan.

What happened to Leaf Blood?

He was thinking.

Yes, he was thinking.

He was originally enthusiastic to start smelting and shaping according to the shape of the Holy Flame Sword, and was full of joy ready to ask the old ancestor Ye Xuelun about the internal structure of the Holy Flame Sword, so that it could be more similar to the Holy Flame Sword and exert the greater power of the Holy Flame Sword, but when he asked Ye Xuelun, Ye Xuelun did not hear any echo, this has never been done before, Ye Xuelun has always been responsive as long as he is sober, how could there be no reaction today.

Ye Xueyan had a trace of panic in his heart, and it was this trace of panic that caused him to have a flaw in his control over the Spirit Flame Transformation, and the smelted molten iron poured down his head along this flaw.

Ye Xueyan was stupid, his shaping failed, but he quickly adjusted his mentality, failed, and started again, as long as he paid attention to it next time, this spiritual flame transformation himself would never have any more problems, but when he was about to take the materials, he found that he couldn't move, and his body was filled with a sometimes sharp, sometimes heavy, sometimes dexterous, sometimes solid aura, which was the aura of soldiers, but the aura of soldiers exuded by Ye Xueyan's body was not his, but what Ye Xuelun gave him was a gift from Ye Xuelun。

When refining the weapon, no matter who it is, he can't disturb the refiner himself, even Ye Xuelun, who is one with Ye Xueyan, but he can control his soldier's qi and let his soldier's qi give Ye Xueyan a certain enlightenment, and the rest depends on Ye Xueyan's comprehension.

This soldier's aura restrained Ye Xueyan, and then a stream of breath came out of it, allowing Ye Xueyan to feel it, with various attributes, sharpness, speed, dexterity, Killing and so on, Ye Xueyan seemed to see that when Ye Xuelun initially cast the Holy Flame Sword, he wanted to smelt all the attributes, but as a result, the Holy Flame Sword was so ordinary that it could only be dominated by the king, and then, the Holy Flame Sword was constantly smelted, it was a road to pursue the ultimate, from the king to the emperor, from the emperor to the honorable product, along the way, Ye Xuelun had been constantly trying, constantly changing, and finally put the Holy Yan Sword on the honorable product, but at this moment, the Holy Yan Sword also seemed to have come to an end, and even the onlooker Ye Xueyan felt that the Holy Yan Sword had reached the extreme that it could reach。

Constant fighting, constant breakage, and constant repair, Ye Xuelun finally understood his own way, that is, the extreme, the pursuit of the extreme, the pursuit of the extreme, no longer taking care of everything, only moving towards the extreme, so, the new Shengyan Sword was born, the first attack and killing divine soldier in the mainland, the Shengyan Sword, was born.

Ye Xueyan was in the soldier's qi, witnessing the path of the Shengyan Sword, Ye Xuelun's road, the shackles of the soldier's qi were lifted, it was still slowly winding around Ye Xueyan's side, as if nothing had happened, but Ye Xueyan was standing on the spot, he was thinking, thinking about his way, where he was, whether to imitate the path of his predecessors, or follow his own way.

"What's wrong with the soldier's qi around Ye Xiaozi, why is it changing so violently?" Everyone can see that Ye Xueyan's soldier's qi is abnormal, he has never refined a weapon, but he has the soldier's qi, which is originally an abnormality, and now, this soldier's qi is still so smart, so intense, so emotional, as if he has already synthesized the soldier's body and transformed into a spirit, which is even more incredible.

Li Soul had a trace of thought in his heart, but he immediately denied it, because he thought it was impossible at all, but if it wasn't so, how could such a situation occur?

And Zheng Lian's face was pale at this time, as if something had angered him, everyone wanted to ask him, but seeing that his face was so bad, they didn't speak, for fear of angering this great god, and at the same time, they were still muttering in their hearts, what happened to this great god?

The thoughts of the bystanders Ye Xueyan naturally didn't care, he was constantly thinking, thinking about his own path, yes, he had already found his direction, he wanted to go his own way, he tried to take the path of the Holy Yan Sword, that extreme sharpness, extreme killing, is the dream of every Ye family disciple from his heart, so it is normal for him to have such a choice when refining the weapon for the first time. Not only him, but many of the children of the Ye family will have such a choice when they refine the weapon for the first time, because the Holy Flame Sword is the worship of the Ye family, the totem of the Ye family. Even Ye Xueyan's father, Ye Xueheng, is so amazing and beautiful, and he is not exempt from vulgarity.

Ye Xueyan continued to deduce on this path, although his refining strength was still very weak, but Ye Xuelun was too powerful, he almost took the sharp killing all the way to the extreme, to the end, no matter how Ye Xueyan thought, he found that there was no way to surpass him and surpass this ancestor of the famous continent.

He was a little frustrated, but he was not discouraged, because he knew that there were thousands of avenues, and there were many options for him, and the road of his life had never been smooth, it had always been full of thorns, but he was not afraid, he had his own persistence, he used his hands to break all the obstacles in front of him, and then walked here step by step.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he was violent, obviously just a waste with the name of the Ye family's son-in-law, but he dared to beat the son of the five elders into a pig's head, and almost killed him later;

He is ferocious, whether it is Gu Ning, whether it is the Nine Monarchs Demon Stone, or the elders of the Dark Valley, any one of them is a terrifying and ferocious opponent, but they are all hated in his hands, he is more ferocious than them, more terrifying than them;

He was bold and reckless, he was a little martial king, and he dared to make trouble with the Holy Spirit Xiao family, and even contributed to the separation of the Xiao family and the martial arts, and even made bold statements, he was going to kill the Taishang elders of the Xiao family one day, and this was in some martial arts, maybe it was heroic, but in his body, it was bold and reckless!

But this is his path of Ye Xueyan, the road of violence, the road of cruelty, the road of audacity, the road of his hegemon, and his road of invincibility!

Ye Xueyan opened his eyes violently, and the royal qi on his body began to stir continuously, and even a burst of breath emerged in it, the power of the blood veins was constantly stirring, and a trace of golden-red flames flew out of it, and the phoenix flame seemed to be excited, because it felt that Ye Xueyan's violent aura from the heart was the same violent and domineering as the phoenix flame.

The phoenix flame in the furnace was sheng, Ye Xueyan made a move, and more than a dozen pieces of iron flew into his hand, shaping again, start!