Chapter 46 Flame Knife, Divine Soldier Born

Flame Knife, there are three levels, first condense nine flame knife species, then nine knives in one, and finally knife into thousands, division and merger are only in one thought!

Turning over his hand, there was also a red-gold bottle in his hand, which was engraved with dense flame runes, and from a distance, it was clearly a burning flame.

He put the bottle containing the Tianyang Fire Liquid beside him, sat on the Cold Moon Water Lotus, and began to regulate his essence and energy.

After half an hour, Yang Yi opened his eyes, his eyes were also full of brilliance, at this moment his heart was as calm as water, the ancient well did not wave, and with a wave of his big hand, the bottle containing Tianyang Fire Liquid was suspended in front of him.

Boom!

There was also a sound in the bottle.

The flame knife type, which sounds a bit mysterious, is actually using its own essence and blood as a medium, blending the Tianyang fire liquid, and punching a special handprint to transform it into a flame knife type.

Of course, it is easier said than done, and the condensation of the flame sword type requires three hundred and sixty-five handprints, which must be done in one go, and the slightest pause may fail.

Taking a deep breath, he released a piece of true qi and rolled into the bottle, and as soon as he inhaled the true qi, a mass of red golden liquid the size of an egg was also suspended in mid-air, and a layer of flames was burning on it, and after the Tianyang fire liquid appeared, the temperature in the entire room increased rapidly.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and his hands quickly pinched up, and then, he saw a series of mysterious handprints, appearing out of thin air, quickly submerging into the Tianyang fire liquid.

After more than twenty minutes, the Tianyang fire liquid suspended in mid-air had also shrunk to the size of a fingernail, and the flames on the surface were also restrained, looking like a golden glass bead from a distance.

This is, he also forced out a drop of essence blood and punched into it, and in an instant, the bead emitted a golden light, and then, he saw that there was a raging flame inside the bead, and if you look closely, you will find that this is a knife shadow that has shrunk countless times.

Call!

Yang Yichang let out a long breath, the first flame sword was finally successfully condensed, and his true qi was also consumed ninety percent.

It was not until this moment that he realized that his true qi could not compare to the strength of the true yuan in condensation, but the difference of half a step was the difference between heaven and earth, and the transformation of true qi to true yuan was already a qualitative change.

"After the sword is condensed, it's time to make a decision!" As his mind turned, he seemed to have a choice in his heart.

Shout!

As soon as he took a big mouth, the Flame Knife Seed also flew towards his mouth, and after swallowing the Flame Knife Seed in one gulp, he closed his eyes and began to recover his true qi.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, and half a moon passes.

On this day, Yang Yi also woke up from his cultivation, and as soon as he opened his mouth and spit out, nine golden flame knives were suspended in front of his chest, and with a finger of his hand, he saw a flash of golden light, and there was a hole more than a foot deep on the ground.

The fire in the crater burned, snorted, and what was even more terrifying was that a dark cyan liquid had gathered at the bottom of the pit.

"Good, good, good!"

Yang Yi said three good words in a row, and his face was also full of smiles, but half a month's hard work was not in vain, and as soon as his heart moved, nine golden rays of light disappeared into his body.

The Flame Sword was finally successfully cultivated.

With the condensation of the flame sword, his true qi was also condensed again, and in the qi sea space at this moment, the true qi auspicious clouds were also viscous, completely turning from virtual to real.

As long as he wants to, he can convert it into true yuan at any time.

"It's time to make a choice!"

With a long sigh, his eyes firmed.

After having a choice in his heart, he felt light, and when he came to the courtyard, the green wolf was still there, he just shook his head slightly, and walked towards the Cultivation Pavilion.

In other words, after returning, he has been practicing the Flame Knife in retreat, but he has put aside the art of refining weapons, and now, the Flame Knife has been successfully cultivated, and it is time to return to his old business.

When he came to the workshop, he found that the three elders of the Qin clan were not there, and he didn't care, skillfully lit the furnace, and then threw in three charcoal stones. He took out a few more pieces of black iron and threw them into the furnace, and he waited patiently.

Half an hour later, the dark iron was also red, and when the tongs flickered, the dark iron appeared on the forging table.

Then, a 'clanging' sound was heard echoing through the workshop.

After more than a month of not refining the weapon, he dared to feel that his craft was a little rusty, so he didn't dare to be distracted anymore and put all his mind into the work in front of him.

Gold and iron struck, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The dark iron on the forging table also gradually turned into a sword embryo, and gradually he felt that the familiarity of the past appeared in his heart again.

When the Tai Chi hammer dances, it becomes more fluid and more natural.

Jingle Bell!

After the knocking sound stopped, he also threw the newly cast long sword into the cold liquid, and after the 'snort' sound, there were bursts of white smoke in the sky above the cold liquid, and he couldn't wait to hold the long sword in his hand and observe it carefully.

The sword body is relatively smooth, but the pattern is a little mixed, and there are some small flaws at the spine of the sword.

At that moment, he took out a few pieces of dark iron again and threw them into the furnace, and waited quietly.

It didn't take long for the sound of gold and iron striking in the workshop.

This time, Yang Yi put all his energy into it, and with the beating of the Tai Chi hammer, he actually closed his eyes, but all this did not affect his performance, the Tai Chi hammer was sometimes fast and slow, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and each hammer was just right.

Half an hour later, the hammer sound stopped sharply, and as soon as the Taiji hammer was rolled, the long sword was sent into the cold liquid for quenching.

When he felt about the same, he picked up the long sword, and after dancing a few sword flowers, the long sword also trembled slightly, and with a pair of fingers, it crossed the sword body, and after a few breaths, he nodded and put the long sword aside.

This time, the skills have returned to the previous height, and even improved slightly.

In the following time, he still took the trouble to forge weapons one by one, and he was not irritated by it, but was a little addicted to it.

In a trance, he seemed to fall into a wonderful realm, and every hammer gave people a sense of naturalness, especially between the sound of the hammer, like the sound of immortals in the world, which made people involuntarily indulge in it.

Time passed inadvertently.

At the beginning of the day, when night fell, he came to his senses.

Looking at the long knife in the cold liquid, he was also slightly stunned, and pulled it out, not dripping, and the snowy blade was like a mirror, imprinting his face in it.

Sou!

As soon as the blade turned, the dark iron in his hand had been cut in two, but the edge of the knife was intact, without the slightest curl or gap.

"Is that progress?"

He was also a little stunned, he unconsciously created such a treasure knife, but unfortunately, the material was only dark iron, otherwise, it must be an heirloom knife.

Then, after examining the weapons he had forged one by one, he nodded in satisfaction.

Although the progress is not big, it is also progress.

It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles, and if this is the case, the progress at this moment is inseparable from this experience.

......

Immediately, he took out a large piece of obsidian and threw it into the furnace, he planned to take advantage of the state just now, while the iron was hot, for him, not to say that he did not rest all night, that is, he did not rest for ten consecutive nights, and his spirit was still full of energy.

As time passed, the sound of the hammer in the workshop kept ringing.

Jingle !!

Unconsciously, Yang Yi once again entered a wonderful realm.

Between the rotation of the Tai Chi hammer, it is like flowing water, without the slightest drag of mud and water, and each hammer is just right.

Yang Yi is immersed in the world of refining, except for the hammer is beating, the whole person is like a machine, just a few fixed routines.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, refining tools is a boring thing, but in Yang Yi's heart, refining tools is also a kind of cultivation, an inner cultivation.

After all, refining is one of the six arts of cultivation, and a skilled refining master is also the object of everyone's stuttering in the cultivation world.

The next day, it was just dawn!

Clang!

An ethereal voice echoed in the workshop, and the battle axe in Yang Yi's hand was also completed.

Yang Yi also came to his senses, and suddenly, he felt that he was becoming more and more proficient in the way of refining, or that his understanding of refining was becoming more and more profound.

He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he was convinced.

Airplanes!

The battle axe trembled, and the patterns on the surface also flickered, and immediately, he felt a wave of heaven and earth aura surging towards the battle axe.

When everything was calm, he picked it up, and the whole axe was blue-black, and the surface of the axe was covered with layers of patterns, even the handle of the axe.

These patterns are so integrated with the tomahawk that they can be seen with the naked eye, giving the whole tomahawk a sense of heaviness without losing that sharpness.

Especially when he held it in his hand, he actually felt a little like an arm, a feeling of flesh and blood, and I don't know if it was an illusion, this feeling was very subtle, as if he had been in contact with it.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his face was also a little stunned, because the feeling of the battle axe in his hand was like the magic weapons he had sacrificed, yes, it was the feeling of flesh and blood.

"Could it be that you have unconsciously created a magic weapon?" This idea also shocked him.

Airplanes!

As his true qi was injected into the battle axe, the lines on the surface of the axe body also flickered, and I saw that the halo around the battle axe was circulating, exuding mysterious fluctuations.

The blade of the axe is even more than a foot long, and the momentum is compelling, and as soon as the hand turns, the battle axe sweeps towards a thick earth crystal.

Poof!

The tomahawk swiped lightly, and the thick earth crystal split into two pieces.

Just when he was in doubt, a sound of footsteps came, from far to near, and after a while, Qin Ming and the three appeared in front of him.

The three of them nodded at him, then picked up the weapon he had crafted and took a closer look.

Seeing this, Yang Yi also endured the confusion in his heart.

"Well, the skill has not regressed, this is ...... It's a pity!"

Qin Yang held a long knife in his hand, and his face was also a little excited, but in an instant, it turned into a look of regret.

Yang Yi's heart moved, this knife was the treasure knife he created last night, could it be that there was another secret in it?

When Qin Kai and the others heard this, they also set their eyes on this knife, and sure enough, the two of them were first happy, and then they also sighed a little.

"Hey, if it weren't for the material itself, this knife would definitely be at the level of a divine weapon. ”

When Yang Yi heard this, he suddenly had a guess about the battle axe in his hand.

After the three of them put down the long knife, they were about to speak, but their eyes were attracted by the battle axe in Yang Yi's hand.

Qin Yang stepped forward, grabbed the battle axe, and gently rubbed the axe, his face was also excited, and the other two were the same.

Shout!

Qin Yang's hand rose and fell, and the forging table on the side was also missing a corner, but the axe blade was intact.

"Sharpen iron like clay, cracks are natural, this is a divine weapon!"