Feng Ziyue saw only a misty black light in front of him, and his heart trembled. He picked up the sword technique in his hand and blocked it with his sword.
The sword rays were combined, and there was a loud bang. He felt a huge force coming in, and his sword rays were unable to block it. He was shocked and retreated.
Among the masters of the Broken Void Middle Realm, there was someone who surpassed him in pure power!
He felt awe-struck in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw Sword Fool Sansheng, holding a huge piece of black iron, as if holding a sword, making sword moves and holding it with one hand, without any effort at all.
Is this the Sword Mother?
Feng Ziyue knew clearly in his heart that he couldn't withstand Jian Chi Sansheng's sword move just now. It was not because his world-shattering power in the Breaking Void Middle Realm could surpass him. It was purely because he had been strengthened by this piece of strange iron.
become!
The mother of swords is iron.
This was already mentioned when Gongyang Xi told him about making swords.
No matter what kind of famous sword it is, it is ultimately made of iron - of course, there are also a few wooden swords or swords made of other materials, but generally speaking, the statement that the mother sword is made of iron is naturally correct.
However, if a certain piece of strange iron can be named the Mother of Swords, it naturally has its own extraordinary qualities.
Feng Ziyue looked at it carefully and saw that although this piece of strange iron was inconspicuous, it contained brilliance, and there was a faint black light hovering outside, giving it a calm and noble aura.
This is a long piece of iron, about three feet long, less than one foot wide, and no more than three inches thick, but even so, it feels like a huge thing when held in the hand.
The most peculiar thing is that the lower edge of this thing, where Jian Chi Sansheng holds it, is actually the shape of a sword hilt, which is completely natural, looking crude and spiritual.
Feng Ziyue just glanced at it and couldn't look away.
"Haha, the masters who were hunted down by the eight powerful families who issued a killing order together turned out to be nothing more than this!"
Jian Chi Sansheng laughed wildly, seemingly extremely proud of himself.
"Have you ever seen the power of my Sword Mother?"
This sword mother is his most proud thing.
Sword Chi Sansheng is not only a swordsman, but also a swordsmith.
He had seen many famous swords in the world, so he was able to recognize Xuanyuan Huntian Ancient Sword at a glance. His greed was beyond words.
"This sword mother is born naturally. In the future, she can give birth to a sharp sword by herself?"
Feng Ziyue stared closely at the sword mother in the hands of the sword madman Sansheng and marveled at it.
Although he had not touched it with his own hands, Feng Ziyue could immediately feel the sharpness contained in it after the sword mother took action.
If it is a famous sword, after long-term use, it will become a sword spirit, achieve autonomous consciousness, and cooperate with the master to exert greater effectiveness of the sword's moves.
For example, the Xuanyuan Huntian Ancient Sword in Feng Ziyue's hand was actually about to become a sword spirit when the Taoist Luan handed it to him. Unfortunately, during the battle with Yao Huang, due to the forced promotion of the unknown sword skill
, causing the sword to break, the matter of the sword spirit is naturally even more uncertain.
However, according to Ao Feichen, Dragon King of the Angry Sea, there are sword-making experts in this outer world who may be able to help him recast the Xuanyuan Huntian Ancient Sword. It is not known whether he can continue to breed sword spirits by then.
But among the natural sword mothers, Feng Ziyue has clearly felt the presence of the sword spirit!
Although it is weak and shapeless, it does indeed contain a chaotic consciousness!
It is precisely because of the existence of this sword spirit that this piece of stubborn iron can forge itself into a perfect sword shape on its own!
It is precisely because of this that Jian Chi Sansheng's sword can have such power, and can even force Feng Ziyue back!
This piece of stubborn iron has already formed the sword spirit before it is turned into a sword. What will it become after it is turned into a sword?
Although Feng Ziyue's heart was as calm as water, how could he, a sword-loving man, be unmoved!
"Boy, you do have some knowledge!"
The sword idiot Sansheng smiled proudly, "Yes, when I got this sword mother, I already calculated that this sword has a way of self-forging, and it will certainly be able to become the best sword in the world in the future. When the time comes, it will be in my hand. If I unleash the maximum power of this innate sword, I will naturally be invincible!"
He was already very arrogant, but he had just forced Feng Ziyue back with one move, and he was so proud that he couldn't help bragging.
"Of course, your contribution is indispensable for this!" He turned to Feng Ziyue and laughed loudly, "One million sky crystals, plus a book of broken void secrets, is enough for me to live for a while and practice martial arts hard - don't worry, When I reach my peak, I will naturally burn some paper money for you to comfort you..."
"Now, go to hell!"
Sword Chi Sansheng saw that Feng Ziyue's attention was attracted by this natural sword mother, and even deliberately guided him to launch a surprise attack while Feng Ziyue was listening!
Dark light rises!
Speaking of which, Jian Chi Sansheng also has some real skills, and he can be considered a master in Poxu Middle Realm. At least he is not below the four elders of the Huangji family, and it seems that he is still above Huangji Linghan.
However, he has been practicing for hundreds of years. Although he has good looks, he is actually over a hundred years old and eats more salt than Emperor Linghan eats. Even though he is slightly less talented, he is extremely proficient and can use this sword that is heavier than Mount Tai. Mother, it turned out to be easy, and she didn't seem to be struggling at all.
And this sword swing was even more bizarre.
A square piece of stubborn iron displays ethereal and ever-changing sword skills, which makes people feel even more elusive.
Feng Ziyue knew that his sword technique was mixed with the power of the Sword Mother's sword spirit, which could not be blocked. He smiled slightly, and the sword light turned into three rays, and he slowly retreated.
Jian Chi Sansheng's swordsmanship was quite superb. For a moment, Feng Ziyue couldn't see through his path, so he slowed down his pace and firmly guarded the door, trying to understand the power of the natural sword mother against him. The bonus, study it carefully.
Sword Chi Sansheng made a sneak attack with a sword to no avail, and his face turned cold. Sword Mother counterattacked and actually changed her sword technique again.
"Huh!"
Feng Ziyue frowned, but saw that the swordsman's sword skills for three lifetimes turned into a surging river, flowing down the river. Along with the power of the sword mother, it was unstoppable. He could only block the sword light again and retreat. Two steps.
Jian Chi Sansheng snorted coldly, and the sword light changed again, just like a poisonous snake spitting out messages, speeding like lightning. This huge and heavy sword mother did not affect the performance of the sword technique at all.
What he has learned is not inferior to Feng Ziyue!
Moreover, he was in the outer world, and there were many masters of Po Xu. These sword techniques actually had the shadow of Po Xu, which made Feng Ziyue couldn't help but feel happy, so he slowed down his sword moves.
Feng Ziyue didn't know that this sword-mad Sansheng was actually a swordsmith. He forged swords for others, half-forged and half-stealed. He obtained other people's sword manuals and practiced secretly. Therefore, his swordsmanship was mixed, but in the past hundred years, , but it is also quite abundant.
In one moment, there were more than ten sets of sword techniques, all of which were marvelous. Unfortunately, they were all incomplete and not complete.
Feng Ziyue also saw that although this man's sword skills were wonderful, they were only scales and claws, not complete, and he could not exert the strongest power of his sword skills. He couldn't help but sigh, the sword light circled, and it turned out to be faint again. Completely suppress the sword-crazy Sansheng holding the Sword Mother!
The power of Jian Mu is indeed invincible, but Jian Chi Sansheng's martial arts foundation is far behind. I don't know what method he used to enter the realm of breaking the void. Feng Ziyue will be shocked at first.
It was a small loss, but after a few moves, it was already clear.
If Jian Chi Sansheng hadn't had the Sword Mother in hand, Feng Ziyue would have killed him in an instant!
Sometimes, Feng Ziyue even had the feeling that the person fighting him was not actually the Sword Chi Sansheng, but the Sword Mother in his hand!
If it weren't for the sword mother's spiritual power and the changes she could keep up with Feng Ziyue, I'd be afraid that no matter how exquisite the swordsmanship of Sansheng Jianchi was, Feng Ziyue would beheaded in three moves!
"What's the use of your side martial arts skills?"
Feng Ziyue's sword trembled, completely breaking his sword skills.
Jian Chi Sansheng became so angry that his face turned the color of pig liver - the momentum of the initial move was gone!
At this time, he naturally saw how powerful Feng Ziyue was. If the Sword Mother hadn't been in hand to guide the changes in his sword skills, he would really not be able to block this man's sword moves.
However, it was precisely because of the Sword Mother that he could not use his strongest sword move, and he felt even more depressed.
But at this time, how could he dare to take back the sword mother easily?
A swordsman who has been crazy about swords for three generations, he entered martial arts from sword making, which is the orthodox path of a swordsmith. The strongest martial arts is to use it in conjunction with his own sword. Unfortunately, in order to obtain this piece of sword mother, he sacrificed all his previous skills.
All the swords he forged were lost. Although the sword mother could greatly enhance his strength, it was not forged by his own hands. He was not sure whether he could perform his final trick, and he never dared to try it.
It's just that Feng Ziyue's sword net is getting tighter and tighter. Although he has the sword mother in his hand, he feels more and more constrained. The originally heavy sword mother has become even heavier. He only feels that his wrist is sore and he can hardly hold it.
.
This is something unimaginable for a master of breaking voids.
Jian Chi Sansheng felt a chill in his heart and gritted his teeth!
Although the sword mother was not the sword he forged himself, at this time, he had no choice but to give it a try!
"The sky and the earth are brilliant, the demons are like wandering, howl!"
He clasped his hands together, grasped the hilt of the sword, his face turned blood red, and he let out a sharp shout!
"Sword! Enter the body!"
I saw a flash of black light on the surface of the sword mother, as if a stream of light was passing by, and a ray of golden crow light suddenly flew up and penetrated through the forehead of Jian Chi Sansheng!
The sword enters the body, the swordsmith's supreme skill!
Feng Ziyue was startled, but saw Jian Chi Sansheng, his complexion suddenly turned pale, foaming at the mouth, hands and feet dancing wildly, but the sword light he brought out suddenly doubled in size!
He frowned, made a circle of sword light, and swept back, only to see Jian Chi Sansheng chasing after him like a shadow, but his face was a little dull, and blood slowly oozed from his facial features.
But at this moment, the power of his swordsmanship increased sharply!
He saw the sword mother in his hand suddenly become extremely agile and changeable, as if the person wielding the sword had changed.
And now there is no trace of Feng Ziyue's sword moves performed by the Sword Mother.
This—isn’t a human sword move at all!
This is the instinct of the sword!
Looking at Jian Chi Sansheng's weirdly bent wrists and arms, Feng Ziyue felt a chill in his heart. He didn't know why, but he felt like this!
