Chapter 3209

Seeing the changes in the fire space, the ghost hand King's expression is more focused, his eyes suddenly appear, and the void behind him condenses a huge hammer burning with fierce flames. This is his spirit!

Clang, clang

Hand pinch lingjue, ghost hand king with the hammer of the will to forge sword, will be full of mysterious power of Lingwen, melting in.

That's it. Another day.

The rudiment of the sword in the flame space has changed again. An invisible flame ripple spreads from the body of the sword, and the whole body of the sword blooms red crystal awn. A fire dragon floats and roars in the crystal awn. The surging and domineering force of the sword diffuses, burning the void with traces of paint black distortion.

at this moment

Cang Nanyue asked, "master, how long can I finish quenching the knife?"

The ghost hand king said: "the weapon spirit of this Dao is fire dragon vein, and it engulfs the weapon spirit of zilei Panlong Dao itself. It's extremely overbearing. If it's just a common refining technique, it will take at least a few months, or even longer. However, with your thunder alchemy and ancient dragon blood, I estimate that you can finish quenching the sword in two days

The ghost hand King originally wanted to fuse the fire dragon vein with the residual spirit of the purple thunder pan dragon sword, but he didn't expect that the fire dragon vein was so overbearing that it would directly devour the residual spirit!

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Qianji mountain.

In the valley, Luo Feng sat on the grass with his knees crossed. His eyebrow position was shining with three different kinds of will brilliance, and an invisible circle of energy scattered from him.

This circle of Qi collides with the air and immediately stirs up layers of ripples.

At the same time, Luo Feng's pores began to appear golden.

The vegetation nearby was affected and began to grow crazily. In the end, it was a big section higher than the vegetation in other places, with a radius of 20-30 meters, as if it had become an independent world!

I don't know how long it took, the golden God awn gathered into Luo Feng's body and disappeared.

Luo Feng opened his eyes, eyes still like thunder, let the whole valley are bright for a moment.

"Thirty two kinds of Artistic Conception!"

In the past ten days, Luo Feng has integrated three kinds of artistic conception. Now, daqianlongzha has integrated 32 kinds of artistic conception. Except for the two supreme artistic conception and the general trend of dragon, only one kind of artistic conception has not been integrated.

"Try it."

Standing up, Luo Feng looked at the flowers and plants stream in front of him, his eyes flashed and his palm waved.

Hum!

The air appeared a light fold phenomenon. The vegetation within the fold area withered and flourished again. The stream water condensed and revived again. A fish jumped out of the water and stood still in the air. It took a moment to plop into the water. It seemed that it was frightened and rushed into the turbulent stream water.

A knife, the whole valley into two distinct world!

"Thirty two kinds of artistic conception have influenced each other, and the sword power has gone beyond the category of pure artistic conception. No matter how powerful it is or how mysterious it is, I'm afraid no one can match this sword in the whole kingdom. "

This is not Luo Feng's conceit, but confidence.

Even the martial arts of heaven level generally contain only one or two kinds of artistic conception, and those containing three kinds of artistic conception are very rare.

Like Luo Feng, a kind of martial arts, which contains 32 kinds of artistic conception, is absolutely unprecedented!

The thirty-six sword moves differentiated from big thousand dragon chop are not inferior to Zhentian boxing in every grade. Luo Feng estimates that the complete big thousand dragon chop is at least King grade, and it may even be the legendary Saint level martial arts!

Of course, it's just his guess. What's the truth? We only know when we fully integrate the 36 artistic conceptions.

"Before, my strength was only a little better than that of the late king of heaven level. Now, with the great dragon chop, I should be able to beat the late king of heaven level. It's a pity that there's no royal treasure to take advantage of. Otherwise, the king at the top can fight! "

Luo Feng analyzes his own strength, and can't help thinking of the recast purple Thunder Dragon blade.

However, the Xingtian formation will be completed in a few days. There is no news from the Qizong. It seems that the purple thunder Panlong sword can not be recast successfully before this.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng didn't continue to practice, and swept out of the valley.

After so many days, he was worried about the situation outside Qianji mountain.

However, since there is no one to look for themselves, it doesn't matter.

"Luo Feng!"

Before we arrived at Ji Hun peak, a figure came face to face.

"I was just going to find you!" Seeing Luo Feng, the water pours down and breathes softly.

Luo Feng saw that the water was pouring into the city with a different look and frowned: "what happened? Is qianjiling at war? "

Shuiqingcheng shook his head, looked at Luofeng and said, "there's someone coming from Beihai Ice Palace."

"Ice Palace of Beihai!" Luo Feng was stunned.

The water poured into the city and said with a smile: "ice if blue has not come. It's binghanbai, the young master of Beihai Ice Palace. They are now outside the battle, confronting the Nangong family. ""Let's go!"

Luo Feng hasn't seen his brother-in-law for a long time. Originally, he planned to wait for the end of Qianji mountain, so he went to Beihai Ice Palace. Now he can ask bingruolan about it.

On the way, Luo Feng asked, "how many people have come to Beihai Ice Palace?"

"Twenty or so people are all kings! I should have heard about qianjiling to help you. It seems that the master of Ice Palace has approved your son-in-law. " Shuiqingcheng road.

Luo Feng laughs. The ice palace of Beihai will send 20 princes to come here, which is really beyond his expectation.

Soon, two people came to the edge of the maze, LAN Feng Wang, Feng Wu and others have been waiting there.

Through the fog, we can see that above the mountains in the distance, the two forces are confronting each other.

The people on the left were all dressed in snow robes, with snow-white swords on their waists, and several snow-white deer with sharp horns pulling a luxury carriage.

The carriage was suspended in the air, with a flag on it and four big characters written on it: Beihai ice palace!

The sky was sunny, but the area where the team was located was icy cold, and the sky was covered with snow.

In front of the ice palace in the North Sea, there are nearly twenty figures. They are all dressed in dark clothes and dark armor. They are all the kings of the Nangong family!

Two forces, tit for tat, just momentum confrontation, have made the sky changeable and the light uncertain.

Luo Feng in the carriage saw a snow-white battle armor of ice white, said: "let's go out!"

He just stepped out, but he was stopped by the water.

"You can't go out."

"Why?" Luo Feng is strange.

LAN Feng Wang said with a smile: "you'd better listen to her. If you don't want to turn Qianji mountain into a battlefield now... "