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By the morning of the third day, the Evil Qi Divine Weapon in Fang Xing's hand had completely condensed into a perfect long sword.

This divine sword was three feet and seven inches long, and the sword body was originally condensed by the gloomy earth veins, but under Fang Xing's continuous refining, the sword body now finally glowed with a warm brilliance like green jade. On the blade of the sword, beautiful blood-colored ripples spread all the way to the tip and blade of the sword, and the blood-colored light continued to shine on the sword body. On both sides of the sword, there is a blood groove on each side, and the cold aura of the whole sword is unabated, but the fierce aura is more restrained, and only those who hold the sword in their hands will perceive the strict sword intent on this sword.

The soul slowly returned to his body, and Fang Xing held the long sword, satisfied in his heart. He extremely liked the feeling of holding the long sword in his hand, this evil qi divine weapon created by his own hands was held in his hand, although the cold spread, making the palm of his hand cold, but in this cold, there was a special sense of intimacy coming from the sword. Feeling the feeling of being connected with each other, Fang Xing knew that he had a heart-to-heart with this divine weapon. Compared with the magic weapon that has been refined by painstaking efforts, the agility of this divine weapon is several times greater. It is almost comparable to the magic weapon he has refined with the Emperor's Purple Yuan Spiritual Light Sacrifice.

Fang Xing stroked the blade of the sword with his index finger, and the sword made a subtle humming sound. The dignified sword qi penetrated through the blade of the sword, and when he saw that the long sword was blue and red, he said happily: "Good sword, good sword!" Let's call you Qinghong Sword! May you be like the magic weapon of my previous life - hold on to it, and enter the army of tens of thousands like no one! I hold you, and I will power the world! ”

Before the words fell, a touch of golden light appeared on the Qinghong sword - it was the true emperor Shengde Lingguang who wrote the ancient word 'Qinghong' on the hilt of the sword, at a glance, it looked like it was embedded with gold, and it seemed that the whole sword was extraordinary, with the wind of a divine soldier.

Fang Xing held the Qinghong Sword in his hand, and the cold touch possessed his body, and the joy and impetuousness in his heart suddenly dissipated, and his heart returned to a sense of tranquility. He moved his body and slowly danced with his sword, while carefully observing the power of this evil qi divine weapon. With the long sword in his hand, the young man could perceive it: inside the sword body, the sword qi was like a tide, mighty, and I didn't know how much.

After the leylines collapsed, the remaining leylines were yin, and most of them were absorbed by Fang Xing in the Qinghong Sword with that wisp of purple qi. Now it has been refined again and again by Fangxing. The pure evil qi left after removing the impurities, if calculated according to the amount of true qi consumed by the Ziqing Shengde Sword Qi, could completely emit nearly twelve sword qi - that is to say, with this sword in his hand, the true qi in Fang Xing's body was nearly six times thicker at once.

The sword intent of this evil qi divine weapon is strict, although it was born after the sword qi of the purple and green holy virtue, but compared with the sword qi of the purple and green holy virtue, it has a little less of the deterrent meaning of the royal road, and at the same time, it has a little more cold artistic conception. It was like Liang Mengzi's green frost sword qi, and in the midst of the extraordinary power, there was also a bit of cold and piercing yin attack.

People who are slightly lacking in strength, I am afraid that when the sword qi fails to reach their bodies, they will already be frostbitten by the cold sword qi, and they will be easily killed by the sword qi while being stiff and slow. What's more important is that this evil qi divine weapon can not only cast twelve sword qi that are slightly inferior to the Ziqing Shengde sword qi in succession, but each sword qi can be used again after being recharged, just like the three major powers on the Sanyang Open Heaven and Earth Shaking Hammer.

Not only that, but the Qinghong Sword can also gather all its power like a magic weapon and explode! Fang Xing closed his eyes and carefully observed it for a while, and he judged that if this evil qi divine weapon was to explode, the power that burst out in an instant would be the integration of his previous three magic weapon martyrdoms. Before Fang Xing had even passed the test, he deeply felt the extraordinaryness of the Qinghong Sword, and his heart was naturally full of joy again.

"If the Qinghong Sword is martyred, I'm afraid that a talisman of the quality of the Dark Cloud Thunder Snake Armor will not be able to block its blow." Fang Xing stroked the sword body lightly and speculated softly, "If you rely on sword qi alone to meet the enemy, I'm afraid that the three days of True Spirit Qi refiners will be affected in the face of this yin and cold qi." Killing Chu Bai this time seems to have caught a good thing. ”

Xun Nan has a wide range of knowledge, compared to Fang Xing's speculation, her judgment is more accurate, and she only heard her say: "The sword qi gathered by the Qinghong Sword is not as powerful and innate spiritual as the Ziqing Shengde Sword Qi, and it is slightly comparable to your family's ancestral Qiushui Sword Qi and the Liang family's daughter's Qingshuang Sword Qi. However, compared to the Qiushui Sword Qi and Qingshuang Sword Qi, which are known as the Dongping Twin Walls, the sword qi gathered by the Qinghong Sword has been infected with a bit of Death Divinity. The longer the sword qi is stored in the sword body, the more vicious it becomes. ”

She slowed her tone and said, "Sister has calculated, seventy-two days should be the time when the sword qi is completely formed. At that time, under the infection of the divinity of death, although the Qinghong Sword Qi was still inferior to the Ziqing Shengde Sword Qi that had obtained the glazed treasure light in terms of innate spirituality, the death power contained in the sword qi was somewhat similar to the deterrent power of the Ziqing Shengde Sword Qi - both of them had their own merits in this regard, and you can experience it carefully. ”

In the end, Xun Nan concluded: "Now, if you meet a supernatural master like Chu Bai again, although you can't rely on the Qinghong Sword Qi to make a final decision, you can use it to continuously weaken the opponent's defenses until the opponent can no longer block your fatal blow." ”

Fang Xing smiled when he heard this: "It's not a loss that we have done our best to use so many earth veins to refine the evil qi divine weapon, and the power is really good. Now that I have the [Purple Flame Yin Thunder Blood Divine Weapon], I really hope that I can encounter such good things a few more times in the future. ”

He now felt a sense of accomplishment when he remembered the matter of refining the Qinghong Sword in the air in the first place. The reason why the Qinghong Sword was able to take shape was not only the crystallization of the wisdom of him and Xun Nan, but it could also be said that he used great perseverance to endure inhuman pressure and survived the violent leylines.

After completing the [Purple Flame Yin Thunder Blood Divine Weapon] and refining the Qinghong Sword that day, Fang Xing's whole body strength was gone, and he completely relied on the little strength he had left to float in the air. If it weren't for the help of the spirit and blood provided by the loess altar thousands of miles away, he would probably have fallen to the ground and smashed into a pair of mud.

Thinking back on the past, Fang Xing was both proud and afraid, he thought about it and said to Xun Nan: "It seems that if we have time in the future, we really have to go to the grassland for a walk." "Now that the pure qi alone is combined with the death divinity, it can create such a powerful evil qi divine weapon, what if it can absorb the Xuanming Divine Light together? Thinking of the bright future of the three, the young man finally had a sense of urgency to go to the prairie thousands of miles away.

I don't know why, since she was embarrassed with Fang Xing for a while, the current Sister Xunnan likes to hit him more and more. After she listened to Fang Xing's words, she stabbed him and said, "Have time in the future?" That's still early! Now, you should go to your mother first and ask about the origin of that wisp of purple qi! ”

"Hehe, exactly! I'll go see my mother in a while and ask me about the purple qi. "The Qinghong Sword has been completed, and Fang Xing will naturally be able to end the days of retreat and cultivation. He replied with a smile as he shook the bell in the room and called for someone to clean up the quiet room.

After being criticized mercilessly by Sister Xunnan several times, Fang Xing had already found a supreme magic weapon to deal with the super strong royal sister - that is, thick-skinned and invincible. Law, no matter how Sister Xunnan said him mercilessly, the young man listened with a smile, and nodded yes where he agreed. Where he disagrees, he doesn't refute it, he just laughs and throws it to the back of his mind.

Of course, his method of dealing with Xunnan can't hide from her, so he often annoys her. As a result, the more annoyed Xun Nanyue became, the more he liked to pick out his mistakes and despise him. And Fang Xing spent more and more time laughing, and the relationship between the two seemed to be in a fog.

Xun Nan was angry for a while, and was about to bully this bad brother again, but she unexpectedly heard an exclamation from the outside world, and she stopped silent. Fang Xing naturally heard this exclamation, and when he looked back, it turned out to be the two girls who were exchanged for the bell, and it was his little maid Zhu'er who was shocked to exclaim.

At this moment, the blood qi on Fang Xing's body had not fully recovered the thirty percent of what it had in its heyday. His skin was pale, his cheeks were as thin as a knife, his narrow eyes were shining with cold light, and he was holding a sword with a cold sword in his hand. With such a look, how can he still look like the handsome family in the past - now, he is alive and well like an ice ghost who is up and down and exudes cold everywhere. No wonder the two girls who rushed over were scared.

Zhu'er stayed at the door, her little face frightened, she covered her mouth and didn't dare to look at the person in front of her, for fear that the fear in her heart would suddenly come true. Fang Xing laughed dryly, and at this time, he also realized that his current appearance of decaying blood qi was indeed a little scary. The corners of his lips twitched, and the young man was about to open his mouth to comfort the girl in front of him, but he saw that a line of tears had flowed from his eyes.

The girl suddenly threw herself into the young man's arms with a gust of fragrant wind, she hugged Fang Xing's waist with her immature hands, her little face hid in his arms, and she cried softly. Fang Xing was stunned by the girl's sudden emotion, and then he seemed to think of something, and a touch of tenderness appeared on his face. The young man hesitated for a while, but also hugged the girl in his arms and hugged him tightly.

Zhu'er's petite body couldn't stop trembling in his arms, she was afraid, she was afraid of losing, she could only feel the warm breath on his body by hugging that person tightly. She couldn't bear to be separated from him, for fear that if she did, it would all become a cruel dream and she would never be found again.

Fang Xing lowered his head and comforted the girl softly, while gently sniffing the smell in her hair. The girl's body exudes an alluring scent, like the fresh smell of new buds in spring. However, at this moment, there was an irrepressible coldness on her body

"Alright, alright, don't cry, don't cry, am I not here? Don't be afraid" The young man thought that the girl was frightened by his appearance, and he was a little apologetic. I couldn't help but feel distressed and gently stroked her smooth back, whispered softly, and comforted her.

After a long time, Zhu'er found that the warm embrace, the soft warm words were so real, her little face was flushed, and the heart of the girl who fell into Fang Xing's arms gushed out an indescribable taste, both sour and sweet, like the green apricots she had eaten before.

Rubbing his face in the warm embrace, until the salty droplets at the corners of his mouth and the tear stains on his face seemed to be gone, Zhu'er raised her little head and peeked at the familiar faces in front of her through the hazy vision.

Fang Xing lowered his head and kissed the girl's forehead lightly at the corner of his mouth, "What's wrong?" He asked with concern.

But I saw the girl grasping the corners of his clothes with both hands, tears sipping in her eyes, still with a hint of crying, and said to him

- "Third brother, please don't die, okay?" ”