Seeing that the character sword intent almost injured Chen Tanjing that day, Xia Ze, who was pregnant with the flying sword embryo in the house, was almost in an unstable mood, and he was about to terminate the birth of the flying sword.

"You just have to concentrate on breeding the flying sword, and I'm here to protect you." Wu Bingjia shouted towards the house.

In this way, the room where Xia Ze was located began to glow with vast sword intent again.

A celestial character began to wander around Xia Ze's body, and continued to burst out layer after layer of sword intent.

Xia Ze's eyes were closed, constantly feeling each completely different sword intent, and then peeling off the cocoon and incorporating it into the acupoints of his body.

And the silver sword embryo that Daqi used to compensate for the damage of Xia Zefei's sword had already been integrated into his body.

With the experience of dying or living to conceive a flying sword for the first time, it was much easier for Xia Ze to conceive a sword embryo this time, and what he tried to do was how to breed this flying sword better.

In a trance, a steady stream of celestial characters that emanated sword intent, and the light flashed, and an extremely sharp sword intent was about to pierce Xia Ze's eyebrows.

The flying sword was in great difficulty, following the sound, and after the sword slashed down that sword qi, it was like a small beast with a low roar, protecting Xia Ze to the death.

The heavenly character and the flying sword are in great trouble, and the enemies are very red when they meet.

All the light in the room was annihilated in an instant, with the Heavenly Character as the center, and within the three zhang range, all the objects were crushed by the heavy sword intent like a mountain.

The catastrophe naturally rose to the occasion, turning into a fierce lightning to meet the sword intent.

Not surprisingly, it was instantly blown upside down.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Character immediately chased after it and engulfed it with sword qi and sword intent.

In the storm of sword qi, the flying sword tribulation is like duckweed that has been ravaged by a storm and has been fluctuating.

Sword Qi and sword intent, seeing that his feet were about to rise into the sky, the entire house was shaken by this force.

Xia Ze slowly opened a pair of golden eyes, showing his majesty.

With the golden light in his eyes, a wooden dragon composed of countless luxuriant branches flew out from the soles of Xia Ze's feet and killed the celestial character wrapped in sword qi.

Before he could touch the celestial character, several sword qi descended from the sky and beheaded the wooden dragon.

Soon, countless pieces of dust like flowing fireflies emanated from Xia Ze's body, condensing into magnificent palaces, covering the overwhelming sword qi for the wooden dragon.

Under the stormy sword qi, even though Xia Ze's two major natal objects continuously absorbed the surrounding aura to resist, they still seemed a little powerless like a mayfly shaking a tree.

In the distance, Xia Ze did not move at all, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The silver sword embryo in his body had already condensed with flesh and blood, and the sword embryo flashed with dazzling red light, and there were many knotted blood vessels, moving and moving, like Xia Ze's other heart.

In the flash of lightning, a big red hand with sharp fingers and claws broke out from Xia Ze's heart, and when the heavenly character was not yet aware of it, it was firmly locked, and then pulled into Xia Ze's body.

Inside the house, all sword qi and sword intent were gone.

The flying sword was in great difficulty, and after breaking free from the shackles, he seemed to be a little tired, and under Xia Ze's call, he slowly flew into Xia Ze's trick.

Wu Bingjia was a little surprised, "This Xia Ze has always done things like this, which makes people puzzled."

After that celestial character entered his body, Xia Ze's body began to be a little swollen by the surging sword qi, like a sword gourd that stored flying swords, and Weng roared.

And the giant beast above the three souls, after helping Xia Ze pull the celestial character into his body, Mingjin withdrew his troops and returned home.

Xia Ze sat cross-legged, gritted his teeth, and began to carry the sword and sword technique, smelting a trace of sword qi.

His big sleeves were blown by the wind and hunting, and his body was also flashing with red light, and wisps of sword qi were swaying under his flesh, trying in vain to pierce his flesh, but under the domineering traction of the sword and sword technique, he had to follow the fixed trick.

It is like a wild and untamable horse, which is forcibly twisted by the horse trainer with reins and whips, and gallops on the avenue.

In Xia Ze's body, the true qi, sword qi, and spiritual qi circulate, and the horses are flat. All over the body

The trickle of aura converged on several key points, and in an instant, it turned into an inverted waterfall.

Wu Bingjia was amazed, at this moment, he could finally confirm his inner thoughts, Xia Ze, this guy, I don't know when he has become a Qi refining cultivator.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said to Chen Tanjing, "Don't worry, now, your son-in-law's refining of the flying sword has been secured."

Chen Tanjing was puzzled, "Wu Gongzi didn't lie to me?"

Wu Bingjia didn't speak, but looked to the side, a few people who were busy forging swords.

It has been several hours since Xia Ze entered the house, and what is interesting is that even with Xia Ze's Yang God and Yin God cooperating with each other, the four people in charge of forging the sword still seem to have lost their backbone, and after casting eleven flying swords, there has been no new flying sword casting for a long time.

After swallowing the sky and melting the fragments of the golden body with the fire dragon, it was handed over to the Yin God and Yang God for tempering.

The flames were splashing, the heat waves were bursting, and the four flying sword prototypes were flashing with rainbow light, but no matter how they smashed and forged with their fist intent, the four flying sword sword intent never succumbed.

The two sides are in such a persistent stalemate.

There was a thud, and the door of the blacksmith's shop was opened.

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see Miya patted off the snow and walked towards the house step by step.

Wu Bingjia didn't get up, but the snow under his feet began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Miya glanced at him and said, "I'm not here to find you, I'm here to find Xia Ze."

In the next moment, a streamer of light flashed away.

The wind was loud, Miya slowly opened her eyes, and saw a dark green flying sword, hovering three inches outside her eyebrows, although no sword qi was exposed, but just like this, it actually made Miya's forehead crack a bloody mark.

The blood was bleeding, but Mia didn't wipe it with her hands.

Wu Bingjia said angrily, "Who do I care you for? You're not welcome here, get out, or don't blame me for being unkind."

Miya smiled, looked at the dazzling glow in the room in the distance, and then looked at the stove, where the busy crowd seemed to deliberately want to fight against Wu Bingjia, and took another step.

With a stabbing sound, the cyan flying sword instantly cut through Miya's arrow, dripping with blood.

Chen Tanjing covered her face in fright.

Mia smiled contemptuously and took another step closer.

"You, do I really dare not kill you?" Wu Bingjia was furious.

Unexpectedly, Miya's eyes were quick, and she grabbed the flying sword, ignoring the sword qi, the flesh and blood washed by her palm, and a sword pierced into her shoulder.

"I'll just say one word, and I'll leave." Miya said coldly.

Wu Bingjia didn't answer, one hand slapped to his waist, the long sword quickly came out of his body, he no longer had any extra worries, and stabbed at Miya with a sword.

At the critical moment, the woman made an unbelievable movement, did not dodge at all, and slammed into the long sword with a heavy shock.

Wu Bingjia didn't expect this person to make such a reckless choice, of course, he didn't want to hurt her life, so he retracted his strength slightly, but unexpectedly, it was such a moment of sluggishness, the woman no longer-for-tat, but leaned down to the cat, and while opening the sword blade, both hands quickly grabbed Wu Bingjia's waist.

With a heavy wrestling skill, her current cultivation stays in the four realms of Qi training, but the strength of her physique is not too small.

Wu Bingjia knew that something was wrong, and twisted his waist suddenly, wanting to fight back at Miya, but found that he still had to take a step slower.

In an instant, the Yin God, the Yang God, the Swallowing Heaven, and Chen Dongyou all shot out, each handing their fists to the woman, but they had to retract their strength at the critical moment.

The four surging fist winds blew the hair of Miya's sideburns constantly fluttering.

Miya does not move, pulling the bow with her left hand and picking up the bowstring with her right hand.

In the center of the blue longbow was Chen Tanjing, who was full of sluggishness.

"Don't move." Miya said to Chen Tanjing.

Now, as long as she lets go slightly, the rebounding bowstring will instantly let the one beside her

The little doll has a different head.

"Let go of her, this matter has nothing to do with her." Wu Bingjia said in a deep voice.

"Let her go? You, Wu Bingjia, as the most outstanding disciple of the Mo family, don't you have no brains at all? Let her go, and you'll kill me." Mia sneered.

Wu Bingjia shook his head: "If you don't let go of her, I will also kill you."

"I have never broken my promise, and today I promised to protect them, and I will definitely do it."

Miya vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but she still said inwardly, "Okay, then let's try it and see if you took my life first, or if this little sister ...... first."

Wu Bingjia stopped talking, raised his sword, and stepped forward.

There was not a trace of sword air circulation, and the swordsmanship was unpretentious, but at that moment, everyone present felt as if a god was overwhelming with absolute crushing momentum, handing out a sword.

This sword, with Miya's current cultivation, has no possibility of resisting.

"Wait." Inside the house, Xia Ze suddenly spoke.

Wu Bingjia withdrew his hand in time, hovered three inches from Miya's forehead with his saber still there, and then quickly retracted his sword.

What no one noticed was that Wu Bingjia's Adam's apple moved slightly and swallowed a mouthful of blood.

"I can tell you about the mastermind of refining a continent, but you have to make a poisonous oath and help me kill Wei Yinxi, the prince of Great Qi." Mia said.

"I helped you kill Wei Yinxi, and then I became the enemy of Daqi, are you sick?" Xia Ze's sarcastic voice came from inside the room.

Chen Dongyou also nodded and said, "Why don't you kill yourself?"

Chen Tanjing frantically glanced at Chen Dongyou, and grinned at him not to talk too much, otherwise his life would be in danger.

Miya's face turned red, so she said again: "Okay, let's each take a step back, I tell you to the mastermind behind the refining of a continent, you set me free, and promise not to let the Great Qi secretly plot how to imprison me and target me."

Wu Bingjia shook his head again and again when he heard this, eager to draw his sword and end the woman's life, he knew that he would be controlled by others, and he should not have been kind to him in the first place.

"Why should I believe you?" Xia Ze asked.

"Because the refining has already begun, the land of the Ghost Car Dynasty, the people in the Ghost Car Dynasty, except for me, have long been refined."