The King of The Worlds

The handsome man bears a long sword, a star-brow eyebrow, and a magnificent look. There is a British spirit between the women's eyebrows next to him. At this time, he nestled beside the man and stared curiously at Qin Yi.

Anyi watched the two alertly. After discovering that the two had come here, they had no other action, but just looked at her husband quietly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The girl doesn't have to be nervous. I'm Jiang Qing. I'm here to find Taishi."

A voice came from his ear, An Yi nodded, then nodded to the other.

She relaxed and realized that the man in front of him might be Qin Yi's younger disciple.

The three stood here without any further action, just watching Qin Yi refining the sword.

Forty-nine days, two-thirds of the sword's structure and material fusion had been carried out. At this time, Qin Yi's expression was focused, he was fully engaged, and his speed slowed down.

The sword's body appeared a little bit, and in the flame burning, it was like a little bit of starlight converged, casting a golden sword.

Newborn babies, with various nutritional supplements, cell classification, and growth, are gradually growing into a handsome teenager.

Eighty-one days later, the light shone in front of the four of them. There was a sword fluttering in the air, the sword handle was graceful, and the royal swordsmanship was permeated.

At this time, Qin Yi still didn't wake up from her concentration, but frowned even more.

The essence has been cast, and the next is qi!

His hands were sealed, and the spiritual arrays prepared in advance were lifted up by Qin Yi's sacrifice, flashing golden light, floating towards the sword body.

"Juling!"

"Spirit!"

"Luck!"

For each formation, Qin Yi carefully punched it into the sword body, with golden lines, like a dragon, undulating and winding around the sword body, and finally engraved. This process is very slow and an extremely delicate job.

Qin Yi is like sculpting a work of art, carefully and earnestly, engraving strands of stripes on the sword body.

As its movement continued, the sword body seemed to be dazzling like winding golden dragons on it. Even the sword body began to tremble violently.

Sifang Aura began to converge towards the sword body under the spirit array that was engraved time and time again, and drove the breeze.

One hundred and eighty days passed, and all the spiritual formations had been carved on the sword body.

At this time, the sword body exuded a golden red light, filled with a noble and domineering atmosphere, but just floating there quietly, the momentum on it had already deterred the void.

"call!"

Taking a breath, Qin Yi's expression was slightly tired, but his eyes were full of excitement.

The sword body has been completed, and the spirit array has been engraved. The essence of this sword has been successful. The rest is to cross the **** into it and awaken the soul of this sword.

"Rice and bone!"

The faint four words spit out, Qin Yi pointed out.

In a moment, the majestic Wang Dao Jianyi rolled out, condensing into a red illusive sword head, and slammed into the sword in front of him.

"Oh!"

The sword body trembled, bursting into a sharp sword.

"God's indifference!"

Qin Yi made a sound, his right hand became a five-pronged claw, and he scratched toward the void in front of him.

This claw is aimed at the dragon's qi from the dragon hole below.

"Howling!"

Xu Xun, there is a dragon with light golden clouds, held by Qin Yi, roaring constantly, struggling in his palm, but unable to escape.

"Uncle Tai, you're going to cause chaos!"

Jiang Qing sighed when he saw this scene.

He knew that under this arrest, the fortunes to be maintained in the future of the dynasty would turn sharply, for fear that only a few decades would be left.

From then on, dawn dawn, millions of people, Manchu civil and military will suffer a disaster in Haonan. Until the new dynasty is born, the dragon spirit changes, and reunion, then the world will be stable again.

"Sword Spirit, come out!"

However, Qin Yi could not hear Jiang Qing's words at all. He threw Jinlong Yunqi in his hand toward the sword body, and when he died, the dragon gas rushed into the sword body and merged into the spirit array.

"Roar!"

The sword buzzed, it was a roar like a dragon's yin, which shocked people.

In the next second, the sky's sword and the king were overbearing. The sword trembled violently, and the red golden light continued to shine.

"Do the last step yourself!"

Qin Yi said indifferently, bending his sword in front of him.

"Ding Jing!"

The sword made a clear sound, then it seemed that he understood Qin Yi's words, nodded to him, and then rose into the sky, shining directly into the clouds.

"Howling!"

There were dark clouds in the sky. This sword rushed into the clouds, and suddenly shook the sky, dispersing a cloud of dark clouds. Even a dragon appeared and appeared in the clouds, which shocked the world.

"Boom!"

Between the clouds, the lightning flashed, making a deafening noise.

"The Sword of the Sword!"

Jiang Qing's eyes were condensed and his face was serious.

He knows that this is the calamity that was born after the dead, and there is a rule in the sky. Death is death, life is life, and death is reincarnated. This is against the sky and it will bring disaster. If the degree fails, it is still dead. If you pass, this sword will have its own spirit, and it will become a rare spirit sword in the world!

His eyes flickered, and Jiang Qing looked at Qin Yi.

Such a calamity is that the cultivator has not been able to spend it, let alone a dead body.

However, at this moment, he did not see a trace of worry in Qin Yi's expression.

"Let me see your power!"

Qin Yi lifted his head, and stared directly at the dark clouds, seeing the clouds, dripping and spinning, Yulong hovering his sword. At this point, the sword was wrapped in lightning and was about to drop the power of destruction.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the thunder and lightning screamed, and thousands of lightnings blasted towards the sword.

Jiang Qing held his breath and stared at the clouds.

In the sky, the thunder and lightning were already connected into a net, dense and terrible, and the thunderous thunder continued.

The golden flashes of lightning continued to slash towards the sword, making it tremble continuously.

However, in the face of this terrible thunder, the sword is like a king standing in the void. He is arrogant, indifferent, overlooking sentient beings, without any reaction ~ www.readwn.com ~ "

The golden lightning was bombarded again and again, and the sword was frankly received. The visitor did not refuse, and even he was still being attacked, attracting the masculinity of the thunder and lightning, making the king more powerful.

The light in this sword is also getting brighter, faint, an indifferent ghost seems to be born.

For two full hours, lightning strikes continued, but there was no way to take the sword, and even with the bombardment, the sword became stronger and stronger, the more to the back, the tougher it became.

Eventually, the dark clouds dispersed and the thunderbolt disappeared.

The sword is shining with golden red light, and the blade is surrounded by a dragon. On its sword body, there is a white robe ghost disk sitting. The blinking suggestion in the eyes, the dragon mark on the forehead, exudes overbearing power.

Qin Yi raised his head, and his mouth was slightly curved.

"Being king, be born to the Cang."

"You're here to cut the wild!"