Although Murong Xiu didn't know how powerful this sword was at this time, since he had made a promise, he would always go down this path, and he would never live up to the sword spirit's affirmation of him.

After saying this, Murong Xiu walked straight to a corner of the sword pool, which was very inconspicuous, only a little palm-sized sword body could be faintly seen, and it was also pressed under a strange stone. The different stones are black crystals, such as stones and jade, shining brightly, like a black star.

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With the sound of a sword being drawn, the black crystal stone rolled down, and a long swordfish of the same material jumped out and circled around him.

This sword is very different from ordinary swords, the sword is more than six feet long, and it has caught up with Murong Xiu's height, and the sword body has a naturally formed unknown texture, and it is wide and heavy, it seems to have no edge, but it is actually extremely sharp, but it is not so obvious under the background of the thick sword body, which is somewhat similar to Murong Bai's Great Dao Holy Sword. The edged blades on both sides are like stones and jade, the cold mangs are surging, and the jaw of the sword is a naturally carved dragon swallowing mouth, highlighting its domineering and extraordinary, the hilt and the sword body are seamlessly connected together, and it is completely a whole.

From the tip to the hilt, the sword has a fluid, streamlined beauty that is not at all affected by its heavy nature, and looks more like a flawless piece of art on the surface.

Woo, woo, woo, Murong Xiu reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and swung it vigorously, bringing a burst of buzzing sounds.

Heavy, really heavy, that was his first feeling about this sword.

And as he danced the sword, the other sword spirits returned to the sword pool one after another, and they no longer dared to be restless.

Domineering, the king descends, and all the spirits avoid, this is his second feeling for this sword.

Pulling the sword back in front of him, his gaze extended from the hilt to the blade, and the blade of the sword made of black crystal emitted a bright and mysterious black halo.

Mysterious and different from others, everywhere shows the difference of this sword, this is his third sense.

The fingers gently stroked it, from the jaw of the sword to the blade, and the fingertips suddenly left a faint dark gold color, adding a sense of divine meaning to the sword. This was something he did on purpose, although he didn't know what the dark golden vitality that was conceived in the heart of the sword was, but he knew that it was this extremely thin qi, which could lure the coveted of countless sword spirits, and it was even stronger than the qi he refined, and with this qi, it was enough to make the power of the black crystal sword to a higher level.

"Based on the god of heaven, the soul of the earth condenses life, gathers the god of the other and accepts the spirit, and becomes my natal spiritual weapon, and since then I have lived and died together, and the human soul has been integrated, and one has lost and one has been prosperous!"

At this moment, Murong Xiu had nothing else in his heart, and he was chanting a spell similar to establishing a contract in his mouth, and everyone else was shocked when he heard it.

"This, this kid is also a little reckless, isn't it, the natal spirit weapon is refined like this?" Tang Xiao exclaimed.

Not only did Tang Xiao think that it was very inappropriate to do this, but even Murong Zheng and the others also thought so, it was naturally a good thing to be able to get a good sword, but it was indeed a bit reckless to refine it into a natal spirit weapon without running into each other.

"I think that the junior brother must have reached some kind of consensus with the sword, or the sword spirit is in line with his divine consciousness to a high degree, if he really thinks that this sword is suitable for him, there is nothing wrong with refining it as a natal spirit weapon. "The matter has come to this, Murong Zheng can only comfort everyone like this, and he always remembers what Murong Zhan said, the most suitable sword for himself is the strongest sword.

There was a crisp sound, and the Black Crystal Sword exploded by itself, turning into countless black and golden points of light with a slight hint of dark gold, and when Murong Xiu closed his eyes as if he was intoxicated, all the points of light began to swim, enveloping him entirely, and finally slowly seeping into his body like vitality.

As the last point of light faded in, a black halo that was the same as the black crystal suddenly appeared on his body, but the difference was that there was a slight dark gold mixed with the black light.

With a bang, the incomparably crisp sound shocked the hearts of everyone present, and then, everyone saw that Murong Xiu's body showed a sword-shaped phantom, the hilt of the sword was against the ground like his feet, the sword body seemed to have turned into his body, and the sword blade was much higher than the top of his head, and the edge surged, pointing straight to the sky.

The sword is like a man, the man is the same sword, and the man is one with the sword.

At this moment, the complete fusion of Murong Xiu and the Black Crystal Sword became one, the sword body was his own body, and the sword spirit had also become a part of his divine consciousness.

The first natal spiritual weapon in his life was first completed.

With a pop, the moment Murong Xiu opened his eyes, his five fingers were clenched, and his right hand punched out, and with the assistance of the vitality, it suddenly turned into a black crystal sword sword qi and spewed out, like a black star flashing away.

"Crystal dazzling, like stars, black and bright with a little jade and white and bright gold, I will call you in the future, Xingyao. ”

With a slight movement of his mind, the Xingyao Sword jumped with excitement, and appeared in front of Murong Xiu in the blink of an eye, as long as he stretched out his hand a little, he could grasp it, indicating that it was very satisfied with both the name and his master.

The sword spirit has been integrated with his divine consciousness, the tangible sword is transformed into his natal spiritual weapon, and the true essence is also integrated into his body, people are swords, and swords are people, this is a higher level of swordsmanship.

"Rabbit cub, if you don't look at you for a while, you will make a mess for Lao Tzu, a loser, how can the natal spirit weapon be refined, and you won't let me get out. At this moment, Murong Bai's angry voice came from outside the black hole, obviously even if he was outside the sword pool, he also noticed that Murong Xiu had refined Xingyao into a natal spirit weapon.

Before the words fell, under the jealous gaze of Murong Zheng and the others, Murong Xiu's body seemed to be uncontrollable and flew towards the black hole.

"Hey, old man, don't bother me, so many people are watching!" Murong Xiu's helpless voice came from the black hole, and Tang Xiao shrank his neck and didn't dare to say anything, he was still a little jealous of the old man Murong Bai.

In desperation, everyone subconsciously looked back at the sword pool that was as calm as before, just like when they came, there was no change at all because of their arrival or departure. Ten thousand swords are growing, and the dense air is like mist, and it nourishes the entire sword pool without hesitation.

Outside the sword pool, the elders saw Murong Bai taking Murong Xiu away like a little chicken, which made them have to swallow back the words that had come to their mouths, and they could only smile helplessly, they knew Murong Bai's intentions very well, and they didn't want them to reveal the matter, since they were the master's intention to avoid it, they had no choice but to give up.

After that, the others also came out, and since they didn't refine the sword they took into a life spirit weapon, the elders naturally saw it and nodded to a few people with satisfaction. Among them, the one who paid the most attention to them was Murong Zheng, who finally made up for many years of regret and found the sword he wanted at the beginning.

The other one that caught their attention was not Tang Min and Tang Xiao, but Murong Qiuxue, the little girl, the sword she got was actually better than Tang Min and the others, and after careful inspection by the elders and Murong Zhan, they came to the conclusion that it was not only a good sword, but also very compatible with her sword.

As for the swords found by others, although they seem to be a bit of a fly in the ointment, but fortunately, they are all good swords one after another without exception, and the sword spirits are not weak, and it is still possible to reach the level of the natal spirit weapon in time.

And the Xingyao that Murong Xiu found, they only saw the appearance from a distance, and they didn't know what the power of this sword was, so Murong Zhan naturally saw their thoughts.

"No matter how good the sword is, it is a tangible thing, and you must not forget the purpose of our sect because of a momentary comparison. He reminded the disciples.

The tangible sword is a foreign object after all, and it will be damaged one day, this is what he often tells his disciples, everyone has been in the sect for many years, and of course they understand that refining qi is the orthodox method of the qi sect. In addition, the path of the Qi Sect's sword is also different from that of other sword immortals, only focusing on its moves, not its shape, in other words, the sword is just a carrier and auxiliary tool in their eyes, and when they participate in the realm of martial arts, with qi refining as the foundation, the condensed Yuan Qi Sword will never be weaker than the power of any divine weapon in the world.

Murong Bai, who returned to his residence, threw Murong Xiu on the ground, his expression changed from anger to joy, rubbing a pair of big hands and laughing evilly, with a completely impatient expression, even if everyone in the world thought that Murong Xiu was too reckless, how could he, as a master, not understand what his apprentice's nature was.

"Come and get it, let the old man see. ”

"Old man, you look so obscene. ”

Seeing the former's expression, Murong Xiu couldn't stand up, and ran out with a roll, always feeling that the old man didn't hold back any good fart.

"Stop talking nonsense, take out the obsidian sword, and let the old man appreciate it. ”