The sword bell roared, the bell waves rippled, and the sword qi was like a tide, like a flower blooming.

The ultimate mystery, displayed around the Sword Pond Palace, the picture is very amazing, as if the heaven and earth have a Dao Yun being pulled, the golden flame is like a dragon burning and meandering, and the body surface of self-peace is presented and clinging.

The disciples of the Sword Pool Palace were all caught in their understanding, and the art of fusion had too much influence on them, and even made them see a new and hopeful path.

Because each of them has their own sword, they live on the sword, they are accompanied by the sword, and the sword gives them hope for cultivation and gives them the qualification to look forward to the future.

Even if the talent is not good, you can see hope on this path, because the sword is the partner of every disciple of the Sword Pool Palace, and the sword has a spirit and a soul, otherwise there would be no such thing as dying and melting the sword bell, making the sword bell a treasure of the world.

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Therefore, the art of fusion of war has opened up hope for these disciples of the Sword Pool Palace.

They are hungry and thirsty to observe the flow of the scriptures, wanting to reflect their own bodies and realize the transformation of their practice.

Heaven and earth are quiet and condensed, only the magnificent roar of the sword bell and bell waves, and the surface of the sword pond lake is sparkling, like boiling water, and the water droplets are beating endlessly.

There is a unique Tao that is drawn by the sermon of peace and happiness, falling from a height of thousands of feet, and smeared on the surface of Jianchi Lake, like a mist.

It's a holistic uplift, and everyone benefits from it and opens up insights into the practice.

Even the happiness of preaching is very rewarding, and in the process of teaching others, it is actually a process of perfecting and fulfilling one's own method.

This is the case this time, in the process of teaching the Fa, sorting out one's own shortcomings and perfecting the practice.

Forging body cultivation is in this process, and it is natural to set foot in the Eight Realms to perfection.

The sword qi rose from the ground, surging around him, containing a unique sword intent, sharp, sharp, and arrogant!

This is the unique sword intent of sword cultivation, and the sword intent is also a kind of will of heaven and earth, and belongs to the manifestation of the Tao, and the eight realms are the signs of understanding the will of heaven and earth and comprehending the Tao.

In addition, there is still room for the will of heaven and earth that is comfortably perceived......

The silver brilliant spatial seals intertwined and floated around him, helping to push the aura of peace and happiness to become more and more complete, pushing him to step towards the realm of the pinnacle of the physical body.

The Nine Realms of Forging the Body is the pinnacle, and the will of heaven and earth to bless one's body is the pinnacle.

And the pinnacle of perfection is the prototype of the avenue.

This is the ultimate of the physical body reaching the mortal womb of the flesh.

In fact, it was not only the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace who had gained something, but also the high-level members of the Sword Pool Palace, some senior sword forgers.

Compared with the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace, the sword forger is a major feature of the Sword Pool Palace, and they take the sword as their life and forge an extraordinary sword, which is their ideal.

Therefore, they were more pure than the disciples of the Sword Pond Palace.

And the appearance of the art of war made their eyes shine one by one, and they seemed to see a path that was extremely suitable for them.

Master Wang Yansheng's eyes shrank, there was light flowing in the depths of the child's hole, and his soul was hit hard, and he was greatly touched, and every inch of flesh and blood cells in his body were trembling!

"Fusion of Soldiers...... Fusion ......"

Master Wang Yansheng muttered, at this moment, his heart shook greatly, and he had a great understanding.

Around him, there was a lot of sword qi lingering, and the sword qi was like a fountain, surging and exploding, and then turning into blooming flowers, dazzling and dazzling, like a dream.

Boom!

Suddenly, the iron sword behind Master Wang Yansheng shook, it was an extremely simple iron sword, extremely simple, completely made of iron, and accompanied Master Wang Yansheng for hundreds of years.

Now, the iron sword vibrates, and the sword qi flows from it like a condensed incense, and the sword has a spirit, which is connected with Wang Yansheng's mind, as if it is telling something, with a resolute heart.

The iron sword broke through the air and flew up, suspended in front of Wang Yansheng, the sword like frost and snow flew up, he stared at the iron sword, his eyes were like lightning: "Old man, you also want to blend in with me?" ”

"After accompanying the long years, in this era of spiritual exhaustion, I gradually felt powerlessness and helplessness, unable to break the barrier, and I was happy to regret the end, and after a few years, the iron sword was rusty and buried among the dry bones...... You don't want that. ”

"Old man, you want to help me go further?"

Wang Yansheng muttered softly.

Buzz –

The sword chant became more and more brilliant, and even the cheers in it could be perceived, and this sword was laughing, because Wang Yansheng understood it.

"The Law of Fusion of Soldiers...... Can you really help the old man and break through the obstacle that has stumped countless cultivation geniuses? Even a genius like Zhao Huangting, who has amazed the whole world, is hated because of this, the old man ...... Can it really succeed? ”

Wang Yansheng looked at the iron sword that trembled and groaned softly.

There was a little doubt in his eyes, a little dazed.

But An Le's method of fusion of war did open up new ideas for him, and a new ray of hope for breaking down barriers.

Suddenly, Wang Yansheng's eyes froze, and a touch of firmness emerged, like a spring thunder flashing behind the clouds.

"If there is no hope, but now that we see hope, why should we cower and hesitate? The Art of War...... This is the most suitable method for the Sword Pond Palace, the most suitable method for the Sword Forger! Because, only the swordsmith knows the most about weapons! ”

Wang Yansheng's thoughts cleared, and he suddenly felt that his whole body was extremely smooth.

He raised his head and looked at the comfort of the golden qi and blood flame python, the route that the python traveled was actually the route of the art of war.

The figure floated up, and the powerful qi and blood surged out of the body, entangled in the iron sword.

The sword qi and qi and blood were blended together, and when they collided and fused with each other, they made a hissing sound, and the sword qi and qi and blood were obviously incompatible, colliding with each other, like hot oil touching boiling water, making a crackling sound.

An Le's eyes swept over, and he immediately sensed this scene, he was still a little surprised that Wang Yansheng, who had the highest cultivation, chose the art of war first, because the higher the cultivation, shouldn't the more cautious?

Moreover, if you have a high level of cultivation and your own cultivation has become a system, there is actually a great risk if you want to change the new cultivation method.

However, Wang Yansheng didn't say a word, he believed in peace and happiness very much, and directly chose the art of war.

Or rather, he believed in the iron sword, the sword weapon that depended on each other.

An Le's eyes froze, his expression was solemn, his mouth opened and closed, and the details of the art of war were told very clearly by him, and every point was described in detail.

At this moment, although the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace were shocked in their hearts, they all temporarily stopped the practice of the art of military fusion, no longer thinking about the entanglement in their hearts about whether to change the cultivation method, and watched Master Wang Yansheng's move to merge the army.

Su Musha and Wan Jieliu's complexions changed slightly, and their expressions were complicated.

"Master Wang's choice, wouldn't it be too risky? An Le had just talked about the art of military fusion, and he probably should have studied it thoroughly before proceeding with the act of merging troops......"

Su Musha said softly, frowning slightly.

Wan Jieliu's palm rested on the sword willow, and the sword that had accompanied him for a long time was also slightly vibrated under the resonance of the art of war, and he groaned softly.

"Teacher...... It should be in order not to extinguish the absolute and momentum in his heart, the teacher's forging body has already reached the consummation of the Nine Realms, but he once said that it is difficult to break through the Ten Realms, and there is no hope in sight. ”

"And today, under the reminder of An Gongzi's art of war, I got a glimpse of hope, so I plan to take advantage of this momentum to completely break through the barrier, this feeling is similar to an epiphany, seize the great opportunity, miss it, it can only become a lifelong regret, the teacher does not want to regret, so I chose to rush."

Wan Jieliu has followed Wang Yansheng to practice sword casting for many years, and he still has a deep understanding of Wang Yansheng.

What he said made Su Musha nod his head, and it was obvious that Su Musha also thought so.

However, it is really unknowable whether it will succeed.

Because of the Ten Realms...... It's not an easy task.

Lu Yishan sat in a wheelchair, feeling the surging sword qi, looking at Wang Yansheng's rising qi and blood, and desperate determination, his eyes were slightly bright, and he also brought a glimmer of hope.

Can it be successful?

He knew too well how much help and pressure it would be for the current Anle forces if a new Ten Realms could be born!

However, as an attempt to impact the Ten Realms, he knew very well how difficult this process was.

An Le's fusion method of war gave Wang Yansheng an inspiration, giving this world's number one swordsmith the spirit and momentum to impact the Ten Realms, but ...... Whether it can succeed or not, even Lu Yishan can't give an accurate answer.

The art of fusion of war actually gave Lu Yishan a lot of inspiration, but it is actually different from Lu Yishan's way.

He's not a swordsmith who is obsessed with swords, and he doesn't even have a weapon of his own.

Stargazing maps?

This stargazing map has just been obtained by him, not to mention the quality of the stargazing map itself, just in the stargazing map, there is also the primordial spirit of Anle, and Anle is also the controller, so it is destined that this treasure cannot be used as a treasure to melt the army.

This is completely different from Shanheding.

Lu Yishan raised his hand and tapped the void, as if there were wisps of starlight lit up at his fingertips, brightening the surroundings, and the speed at which the aura of heaven and earth was gathered faster and faster.

What Lu Yishan can do is to give the cultivators of the Sword Pool Palace, the lucky ones who have understanding, gather enough heaven and earth aura, so that they can break through without worry, break through the barriers, and charge towards a more spacious cultivation avenue!

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Wang Yansheng's qi and blood were intertwined, like a blood-colored dragon gushing out, his figure jumped up, his qi and blood were intertwined, and landed on Jianchi Lake, although the water of Jianchi Lake looked boiling, but it exuded extreme cold, incomparably cold.

This is the pool of water for the sword to quench the sword, and it is impossible to boil hot, and it is precisely because of this coldness that many legendary swords have been forged.

The iron sword was in the air, and the sword body was trembling incessantly.

The scripture circulation route of the art of war taught by An Le is being understood by Wang Yansheng, and with An Le's help and guidance, this process is actually not complicated at all.

Soon, Wang Yansheng completed the mastery of the scripture route.

However, before he could run the complete scriptures, he had to first break his own body forging method, leaving behind a body full of strong qi and blood.

It is precisely this why it is said that the higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to practice the art of war.

Changing to a new practice can be said to be a big thing or a small thing, and the main thing is the rank of the view gate.

If the rank of the Dharma is not high, it is just a loss of some qi and blood after the transfer, but the rank of the Dharma is extremely high, and the qi and blood of the Dharma are not enough to replenish after the transfer, it will bring about a crisis, but the same is a crisis and an opportunity, if you can fill enough qi and blood, it will naturally represent the improvement of cultivation.

"Anle, I want to cut off the old method."

Wang Yansheng stood in the Jianchi Lake and said in a deep voice.

Many people listened, their faces changed slightly, and their faces were extremely solemn, watching and observing.

An Le's eyebrows shone brightly, and the spirit jumped out, entangled in the vision of the long river of time.

Rumble!

A huge hammer rises in the air, and the hammer is completely intertwined with qi and blood, forming a strange and mysterious route!

"This is the Hammer Sutra! An ancient scripture that has been passed down from generation to generation by swordsmiths! ”

Lu Yishan observed and recognized this huge hammer vision at a glance.

The sledgehammer forged by qi and blood seems to be grasped by gods and demons, and it wants to hammer the sky.

At this moment, this sledgehammer may have sensed the end of being shattered and broken, and the intertwined qi and blood actually shook and boiled, and with a bang, it was as if an invisible existence held the sledgehammer and smashed it towards Wang Yansheng's body.

In order to break the law, Wang Yansheng extracted all his qi and blood and condensed into a hammer, once he was hammered, he might burst his body and die, and the end would be very miserable!

"Smash!"

Wang Yansheng's frosty hair was like a sword, his eyes were electrified, and his whole body was blooming like a golden sun, and the iron sword suspended in front of him was sonorous, and there was a shocking killing aura bursting out.

Under the control of Wang Yansheng's mind, the iron sword burst out, and the sword qi was like a sea in an instant, colliding with the qi and blood tyrant hammer!

The collision of the sword and hammer was actually in the huge world, and the sound of metal collision resounded, and the sonorous sound was endless, and the resulting fluctuations spread and hit the sword bell, making the sword bell sound and send out a bell wave!

The desperate iron sword is like a sword in the hands of an old general on the battlefield, constantly waving and killing the enemy.

The sledgehammer seemed to be bleeding, the intertwined qi and blood were cut off, the running route left by the old scriptures was cut off, the sledgehammer soon collapsed, and it could no longer maintain the image of the sledgehammer, and it collapsed, turning into an ocean-like sea of qi and blood, the ocean split, and a mountain of qi and blood rose up.

This is the sea of qi and the mountain of blood practiced by the forging body martial arts.

The six realms open up the sea of qi, the seven realms condense the blood mountain, and the first two realms after the five realms are the shaping of the foundation of cultivation.

And the choice of the cultivation method during the Six Realms accompanies the practitioner's life, and once he wants to change it, he must break his own method and condense a new method as he does today!

However, the iron sword that cut through the sledgehammer was now full of cracks, and the dense cracks were like spider webs.

Wang Yansheng's face was pale, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

An Le sat in the air, white clothes and snow, reciting the scripture route in his mouth.

Wang Yansheng immediately followed An Le's description and explanation, pulling the qi and blood back into his body, while the iron sword was in front of the body, bearing the wash of qi and blood!

Rumble!

Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, the iron sword burst open and exploded in all directions!

"Oops!"

Even if it was the comfort of sitting in the void, he couldn't help but open his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Wouldn't it become a joke if the weapons that were to be melted into the body were shattered, and there were no soldiers to melt?

Lu Yishan's eyes froze, there was a touch of loss and regret, and when he saw Wang Yansheng, who was desperate, seemed to be about to fall on the road to the Ten Realms, he also had a touch of grief in his heart, or was it not okay?

Su Musha and Wan Jieliu had already died, and their bodies and minds were trembling when they were frightened.

If Wang Yansheng failed to melt the art of war, and finally his cultivation collapsed, or even fell, then the Sword Pool Palace would not only lose a strong man sitting in the town, but a soul pillar!

A world's No. 1 swordsmith who can forge a first-grade sword!

This loss is something that the Sword Pond Palace, which is now weakening, cannot bear!

Moreover, once the Art of Fusion of War failed on Wang Yansheng, it would have a huge impact on the disciples in the Sword Pool Palace, and even hit their self-confidence, making them lose faith in the success and transformation of the Art of War.

It can even make them lose confidence in comfort.

In that case, the situation will go in a bad direction for An Le.

The atmosphere of the entire Jianchi Palace became tense, and on the sky, black clouds rolled in, with the potential to overwhelm the city, extremely depressing, and made people's hearts filled with a sense of suffocation.

An Le's face was solemn, and he was thinking about countermeasures, the art of war was created by him, and it was up to him to think of a solution to this situation.

This kind of integrated weapon shattered, An Le really didn't expect it...... After all, it is impossible for the mountains and rivers to break, as the highest quality treasure in the world, the material is even stronger than the extraterrestrial meteorite iron, so naturally this will not happen.

"What if?"

Gaze at peace and mind, like a storm.

On the other hand, Master Wang was very calm, although the cracking of the iron sword made him feel a little affected, which was unexpected, but he was still very calm, even if he failed?

He was just one of the many cultivators who failed to attack the Ten Realms.

However, at least he had rushed and tried his best, even at the expense of cutting off his own cause cultivation method and fighting it!

Qi and blood surged, the broken iron sword, constantly swirling washed by qi and blood, the sea of qi and blood and the mountains of qi and blood had a feeling of uncontrolled collapse, that was because of the lack of stability of the iron sword, a weapon that needed to be integrated, so there was turmoil.

After the collapse, the qi and blood will overflow between heaven and earth, and return to heaven and earth, which is equivalent to a body of cultivation overflowing into nothingness, which is a bit similar to military liberation.

Luckily, Wang Yansheng won't die, at least the Yuan Shen still exists.

But to put it mildly, there may also be a bleak end where the body is blown up by the primordial god and finally falls and withers!

Wang Yansheng looked at the iron sword that was broken into countless pieces, and his face showed a touch of ease.

"It's over."

Wang Yansheng muttered softly.

He stared at the undulating fragments of the iron sword that were constantly undulating under the wash of qi and blood...... Suddenly, I was stunned.

Qi and blood are like fire, broken swords are like iron, and the flames burn iron, as if floating and sinking in the sword-casting furnace.

This scene...... Inspired him.

Perhaps, he can use his own qi and blood to reforge the broken iron sword!

Transform the furnace of blood and blood, and reforge the broken sword!

It seems to see a glimmer of undetectable hope in the endless despair, and the old man Wang Yansheng is trying his best to grasp this ray of hope.

Wang Yansheng let out a long roar, his anger rushed to the crown, his eyebrows shone brightly, the Yuan Shen jumped out, and the small Wang Yansheng Yuan Shen was also angry, and he rushed towards the churning qi and blood without looking back.

The Yuan Shen jumped out, threw himself into the qi and blood, and began to control the qi and blood, and suddenly, the sea of qi and blood and the mountain of blood began to transform, casting into a furnace!

The blood is like fire, roaring filial piety and burning!

The glow of the Yuan Shen emerged in it, and the broken sword was bet into it, tumbling in the sea of fire, beginning to turn red, and began to soften and flow out of the metallic liquid.

Wang Yansheng's move suddenly shook everyone's hearts.

An Le's eyes were shining, and he understood Wang Yansheng's plan, this was to use qi and blood as a furnace to recast the iron sword, and even improve the rank of the iron sword, and because it was forged with qi and blood, the iron sword would be very compatible with itself, and the operation of the method of melting soldiers would not be hindered at all!

At this moment, even An Le can't help but admire in his heart, this world is really not to be underestimated.

At the moment when the iron sword was broken, An Le never came up with a solution, but Wang Yansheng's predecessors used their own courage to directly sacrifice the original god, and the original god entered the sea of fire and chose to break the sword and reforge it!

An Le raised his hand and pointed it on the center of his eyebrows, the spirit trembled, he dragged the two mountains and rivers out horizontally, sitting on the formed qi and blood oven, the mountains and rivers drooped down the breath of the mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers unfolded and stabilized the oven!

Of course, after doing this, An Le stood up from the void, he clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and began to push his fist horizontally in the void.

Winter, winter, winter!

The fist was smashed, and the space fluctuated slightly, rippling layer by layer, like the sound of war drums beating and exploding on the battlefield of ancient gods and demons.

Many people looked at this scene with confusion, unable to understand An Le's state of mind at the moment.

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On the shore of Jianchi Lake, everyone's color changed, their faces were a little calm, and worries appeared.

"It's too hard, even the primordial gods jump out and throw them into the furnace, once they fail, the primordial gods will inevitably be destroyed together, and the physical primordial gods are all dead, and they are really dead." Su Musha took a deep breath, she was very worried, and felt that Wang Yansheng was too decisive.

Su Mu's sword palace that covered his eyebrows couldn't help trembling, but he seemed to be attracted by this determination.

Wan Jieliu's face was full of nervousness, he clenched his fists, there was light in his eyes, and his heart was praying, praying that the teacher could succeed, break the barrier, and walk out of a shocking road.

On the side of Wanjuliu, there are Li Qingchuan and Yuan Mengju Ma Lin.

The two of them were against Wang Yansheng's recast broken sword, and they melted into the body, and they didn't have much hope.

"The conditions are too harsh, using qi and blood as a furnace to melt old soldiers and forge new soldiers, this is a big gamble, and it is not the same as the real forging sword, and it can even be said to be the complete opposite." Li Qingchuan, as a Taoist of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, still has a vision, and he couldn't help but speak in a deep voice.

"In reality, casting soldiers is to hold the real hammer in hand, the test is the body, it is the control of the power of the body, through thousands of hammers, cast extraordinary weapons."

"But at this moment, in the furnace of qi and blood, Master Wang is using the Yuan Shen as a hammer, and the test is not the physical body, but the control of the Yuan Shen...... It's two ways entirely! ”

Li Qingchuan really didn't hold out any hope, feeling that the possibility of failure was too great.

The entire Sword Pond Palace was caught in this tense atmosphere.

Everyone watched as this sudden eruption turned into a life-and-death crisis.

If even Master Wang Yansheng failed to integrate his troops, it means that this practice method ...... It's too harsh, maybe only a peerless genius like An Le can succeed, then they naturally don't have the confidence to change cultivation.

Lu Yishan naturally knew that this kind of spreading emotion, for Jianchi Palace, it was like a taut bowstring rope, and there was a risk of breaking if he was not careful.

However, at this moment, Lu Yishan was impressed by Wang Yansheng, and his heart gave birth to sincere admiration.

The gas and blood oven recast the broken sword, what a grandeur!

How fearless!

This is the embodiment of Old Man Wang's determination to sacrifice himself to become a benevolent man, wanting to break the barrier between heaven and earth, and wanting to compete with the heavenly princess!

What Lu Yishan can do is to manipulate the stargazing map to cover the entire Jinguan City, and pull in the aura that is like a heavenly river, and do his best!

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The Qi and Blood Oven lay across the Sky of Jianchi Lake, and the flames of Qi and Blood burning inside were as red as red blood, and they were extremely hot.

However, Wang Yansheng's face was very ugly, using the Yuan Shen as a hammer, beating the broken sword and recasting the broken sword...... This is something he has never done before, and in the process of each thrashing, the original spirit will merge into it.

Therefore, in this process, the primordial spirit will become weaker and weaker.

And at this moment, his Yuan Shen began to weaken, for the world's number one sword caster, even if he was not good at it, even if he rarely beat the casting soldiers with the Yuan Shen, but after experiencing the initial discomfort, he quickly mastered the trick and was extremely familiar.

But he couldn't stop the exhaustion of the primordial gods.

The power of the Yuan Shen is integrated into the broken sword in the oven, and the sword embryo reshaped by the broken sword can already be seen faintly, and a mysterious power is bursting out, roaring and turbulent!

Wang Yansheng was excited, but he was desperate.

Because he felt that the Yuan Shen was unsustainable!

Winter! Winter! Winter!

Suddenly, like the sound of war drums on the battlefield of gods and demons, it broke through the barrier of space and entered the oven, and Wang Yansheng's weakened primordial spirit power followed the sound of war drums and beat, as if he had been blessed by a resonant power in the dark!

"This ......"

"Peace!"

Wang Yansheng's face changed, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes.

In the sky above Jianchi Lake, An Le's blood was surging, and the golden qi and blood were like a python roaring filial piety, wrapped around his arm, every time he swung his fist and punched the fist, it would shake the space, and the space smashed would ripple!

"Senior, do you still remember when you and I jointly cast the sword swallow homecoming? That time you helped me, today...... I'll help you! ”

"In the past, I helped my swallow return to the nest, and today I will help you climb to the clouds!"

The tongue of peace blooms and the thunder spirit becomes stronger and stronger.

The consummate physique of the Eight Realms urged with all its might, the qi and blood were like huge waves, emitting a deafening roar, the void practiced martial arts, scattered hands, and the space trembled and transmitted!

The wave-like spatial fluctuations slapped on the oven, causing the oven to tremble, how experienced Wang Yansheng's primordial spirit was, as a top swordsmith, he was too able to grasp the opportunity!

At this moment, An Le is like a master when casting a sword, swinging a sledgehammer next to him, and the sound of striking helps drive the rhythm!

It seems to be a reversal of fate, a reversal of years!

A scene that once happened is repeated tonight!

With the excitement that makes people's blood boil and blood gush!

Many of the swordsmiths present had seen the original picture, and at this moment, they suddenly had a sense of déjà vu!

At this moment, there seems to be a flame ignited in everyone's body, and the blood is surging!

Maybe, it can really be done?!

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When Wang Yansheng, the world's first swordsmith, chose to turn qi and blood into a furnace, recast the broken sword, and melt the soldiers into the body.

The vision directly came from the Sword Pond Palace, broke through the clouds, and poured into the sky!

It is like a volcano that has been silent for thousands of years erupts directly, flowing with fire, and the whole world is eye-catching!

At this moment, many top powerhouses have sensed it.

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In the northern part of the Yuanmeng Empire, the grasslands were long, but in the depths of the grasslands, there were huge cracks and ravines lying here, and red fire slurry gushing out of them, like the fire of calamity flowing in the abyss that burned the heavens and the earth.

And within such a terrifying fire slurry, a burly figure, with black hair flying, covered with dragon-like muscles, the deltoid muscles on the back are extremely terrifying, like a rock, containing explosive power.

With one step, countless fire slashes were suppressed.

One more step out, straight into the sky, stepping into the sea of clouds, looking in the direction of the Sword Pond Palace.

"Qi and blood are turned into ovens, and the Yuan Shen is devoted, and the broken sword is reforged?!"

"Good Wang Yansheng, what kind of weapon are you planning to cast? A treasure trove of swords?! ”

"Worthy of being the world's number one swordsmith, King Zhai of Wuyang, I recognized it, but unfortunately, this move is too crazy and doomed to fail."

The figure was extremely burly, and his eyes were bright, but he muttered, not optimistic.

This person is the second strong man of the Ten Realms of the Yuanmeng Empire after the Yuanmeng Emperor, and he is also known for his strong soldiers.

In this world, there is no supreme sword weapon, not in ancient times, and not in today.

King Yang Zhai is going to be this unprecedented swordsmith in ancient and modern times, and forge the first supreme sword weapon!

He had been preparing for this moment for too long, and today, the Supreme Sword embryo was shaking, so that King Yang Zhai couldn't help but walk out of the place where the soldiers were cast and look over.

"Forge a soldier by yourself? Let's see...... You and me, who can succeed, who is the world's first swordsmith! ”

Yang Zhai Wang's black hair flew, and the corners of his mouth raised a cold smile.

Qi and blood gushed out, turned into a blood-colored meteor, and fell again, falling fiercely into the Great Rift Valley.

Inside the rift, the fire is flowing, the sparks are splashing, and the heat is rolling.

King Yang Zhai's bronzed skin was covered with beads of sweat, holding a Xuanbing iron hammer in his hand, using a strange stone of heaven and earth as a platform, beating a sword embryo!

Bang Bang Bang!

In the Great Rift Valley, the sound of thrashing exploded.

On the shore of Jianchi Lake, the sound of war drums roars!

The two clashed in the air.

It's just that Master Wang Yansheng doesn't know anything about this confrontation at the level of forging soldiers, and An Le doesn't know either!

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Qingcheng Mountain, the real martial arts!

There are Taoist people standing between the sea of clouds, slightly competing for their eyes, the cranes in the mountains are singing together, there are fairy lights shining, and there seems to be a magic weapon endowed with streamers.

Below the Taoist, there is a figure of immortal qi lingering, ice muscles and jade bones standing, it is the Tianjiao of the White Tiger Immortal Ancient Family such as Hutian and Huyue who escaped from the mausoleum of the First Emperor.

They knew that in the huge world, only the True Martial Sect could take them in, and only the True Martial Sect could open the Heavenly Gate and communicate with the Immortal Gu Family, so they came here and waited for the introduction.

"The people are popular, the army is powerful, and the country has luck...... The strong have a way. ”

"Casting a sword in the oven, Wang Yansheng ...... Is this a move of sacrificing one's life to become a benevolent person and breaking through the ten realms by casting troops in a desperate situation? ”

The Taoist sat on the top of the mountain, his eyes deep and gorgeous.

He is not the master of the True Martial Arts, but he is also the foundation of the True Martial Arts, a Ten Realms Daoist.

The True Martial Arts Temple is different from the Heavenly Master's Mansion, the foundation of the Heavenly Master's Mansion is only left by the Old Heavenly Master, while the True Martial Arts Temple is backed by the Heavenly Gate and connects to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and the background is naturally profound.

When the Zhenwu Guan Lord entered the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, this Taoist had already woken up, and the descendants of the Xiangu family who escaped from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor such as Hutian and Huyue came to Qingcheng Mountain, and he was led up the mountain.

"Senior, when will the gate of heaven be opened? The Immortal Ancient White Tiger Family...... Is there a response? ”

Hu Tian looked at the Qingyun Dao people, the ice muscles and jade bones flowed with brilliance, but there was anxiety on his face, and he asked.

The Taoist had a clear face and said calmly: "Don't worry, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor has banned Emperor Yuanmeng and many other Ten Realms...... There will be great changes in the world, and there will be great changes in the number of fortunes, and the gate of heaven will ...... It's going to open. ”

"As for the Immortal Gu Family, there has already been a response, and the Immortal Decree will be sent down soon, so wait."

Qingyun Dao people smiled, but they didn't show much disdain for the descendants of the Immortal White Tiger Family such as Hu Tian and Hu Yue, but they were not too enthusiastic.

At this moment, he was more concerned about the situation in the Sword Pond Palace.

Since Emperor Yuanmeng broke through the Double Ten Realms, the depletion of cultivation in the world has intensified, and for five hundred years, none of the Ten Realms has been born, even if they are gifted demons, there are many people who are difficult to break the barrier and die in despair.

Now, is Wang Yansheng planning to break through the Ten Realms?

Qingyun Dao people were curious.

If Wang Yansheng really set foot in the Ten Realms......

That means that the situation in the world will change drastically!

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At this moment, there are too many strong people who are concerned about the situation in the Sword Pond Palace.

The firelight reflected the sky, making the heavens and the earth change color due to visions, such scenes naturally attracted the attention of many strong people, and they could all glimpse the changes in a corner, even if it was Duan Tianyu, the head of the Star Picking Sect who was cut off by An Le, his face was solemn, and he guessed the abnormal change in the direction of the Sword Pool Palace.

Such a powerful qi and blood is pouring out, and there is no doubt that a Nine Realms Consummation is burning itself, living towards death!

Qi and blood turned into a furnace and cast soldiers, and the only person in the Sword Pool Palace who can do such a heroic feat is Wang Yansheng!

Therefore, many people are speculating that it is impossible for Wang Yansheng to make such a risky move for no reason......

Could it be ...... Is it to impact the Ten Realms?

Accomplish a feat that no one has achieved for 500 years?!

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On the shores of the Sword Pond Lake.

Wang Yansheng's primordial spirit is incomparably close to exhaustion, but An Le's qi and blood are surging, practicing martial arts in the void, pushing horizontally to punch and punch, void scattering, etc., shaking the space, echoing the sword embryo in the oven being beaten!

When—

The sparks are splashing everywhere, and there is more Yuan Shen light and rain splashing gorgeous.

The burning fire splattered like blood.

"No...... Still can't do it! ”

In the qi and blood oven, Wang Yansheng's primordial spirit was extremely ethereal, almost disappearing, but his face showed sadness, and he felt that he was about to fail.

He knew that his primordial spirit was exhausted, and he could no longer bear to complete the reforging of the sword, and he could no longer fuse his troops!

It's too dangerous to turn into an oven......

Wang Yansheng exhaled a breath of turbidity, shook his head with a wry smile, he looked at the air that was still bursting with qi and blood, punching, smashing the war drums like the evening drum and morning bell, wanting to help him complete the final sword forging!

"Anle, failed...... Stop. ”

Wang Yansheng said softly.

However, An Le did not stop, sweating like rain, the golden qi and blood ignited flames, covering the whole body, and every punch and style made the space tremble!

As if he hadn't heard Wang Yansheng's words, he was still beating.

"Comfort."

Wang Yansheng raised his voice.

His primordial spirit was ethereal and thin, and the light and rain continued to overflow in the oven, and it was not far from collapse.

However, An Le's blood roared, and he raised his head and looked at Wang Yansheng: "Senior, it's not over yet!" ”

"Trust me!"

There seemed to be electric light flowing in An Le's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

Wang Yansheng was stunned, staring at An Le, he saw the light in An Le's eyes, the stubbornness, the unyielding, and the fighting spirit that would always raise his head.

The sky falls on the earth, and the rules overwhelm the earth.

The top of man's head is heaven and destiny.

Bow your head is mortal, look up ...... Fang is a sword cultivator!

With unyielding intentions, with arrogance, you can see the sword fairy!

Wang Yansheng suddenly laughed heartily, anyway, he has already reached this step, and there is no regret medicine, since this is the case...... Then ask for one without regrets.

Even if fate is pressing, you must raise your eyes!

"Peace! The old man believes in you! ”

Wang Yansheng laughed, the thin Yuan Shen suddenly opened his hands, and let the sea of fire in the surrounding Qi and Blood Oven encroach and completely engulf the Yuan Shen!

At this moment, Wang Yansheng chose to believe in peace and happiness, and threw himself into the oven!

The original spirit is integrated into the sword weapon!

Recast!

Rumble!

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In Wang Yansheng's primordial spirit was completely engulfed by the sea of fire, the qi and blood oven trembled, bursting out with terrifying oppression, this pressure was like the collapse of heaven and earth.

An Le raised his head, as if he saw the intertwined rules falling, flying like shackles!

An Le's black hair is vigorous, his eyes are bright, and his ten fingers are clenched into fists!

The Void Armor manifested, the brilliant silver light was dazzling, the space leap was cast, and An Le's figure disappeared in an instant, and reappeared, already on the side of the sword bell.

The sword bell was suspended in the bell tower, and An Le's clenched fist, burning with golden qi and blood flames, hit the sword bell with a fierce punch!

Zhong Bo trembled and let out a long roar, Zhong Bo was like waves in the Hanhai Sea, and instantly hit the qi and blood oven!

In the oven, there was a brilliant beating sound again!

When ——!

The sound tears through the sky and crashes through the clouds!

The brilliant light and rain of the original god lingered around the recast sword embryo, and finally, the recast sword embryo was completely formed!

A slightly fluctuating aura between the First Rank Extreme Sword and the Supreme Treasure began to spread quietly!

With a bang, there were regular chains hanging down, wrapping around the sword embryo.

The sword embryo aura is a little short of the arcane treasure, but ...... Enough is enough!

"Integrate the soldiers into the body, you are the master of the soldiers!"

An Le's figure flickered again, and the space jumped horizontally to the sky above Jianchi Lake, and he spoke in a deep voice.

The operation of the art of war, the scripture line, recited from his mouth.

In the dark, a will emerged, the qi and blood oven collapsed, the sword embryo was suspended, and the qi and blood washed through the sword embryo, and they all flooded into Wang Yansheng's body!

Wang Yansheng's right arm was raised, and the arm bone of his right arm was brilliant, and then he absorbed the sword embryo and devoured it, and the sword embryo and the arm bone fused into one!

Wang Yansheng's body roared, and the muscles, bones, meridians, and epithelia all trembled at this moment

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Qi and blood are baptizing, strengthening the flesh, and blending with the forged sword!

The physique began to grow, and the bottleneck of the nine realms of forging the body was complete...... At this moment, start to loosen!

At the same time, Wang Yansheng, who closed his eyes, also returned, he had no Yuan Shen, his Yuan Shen was integrated into the soldier master, and he was only left with a pure body!

However, Wang Yansheng feels that his strength is more than a step stronger.

Wang Yansheng...... It's time to truly set foot in the Ten Realms!

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Yansheng laughed, his eyes were full of emotion, when the Yuan Shen jumped to put out the fire, at that moment, he understood a truth, and his soul was sublimated.

Destiny is above, look up!

Proud of your bones, you have to see the sword fairy!

"Ten realms! Break it for the old man! ”

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