I level up from the mirror

In the Sword Soldier Valley, on top of the altar, the broken sword lay across it.

The vast and far-reaching sword charm permeates the surroundings, making it difficult for any practitioner to ignore it.

It’s just that after so many years, no one can make it recognize its master.

"The feeling was unreal when it was weak back then, but now it is powerful. Judging from the sword charm of this broken sword, it must be a half-step master-level swordsman, and it is still damaged. It is probably even worse in its heyday."

Feng Yun smiled and walked over.

As a sword cultivator, it is difficult to ignore good swordsmen. Although he already has the Ten Thousand Dragon Sword, he doesn't mind having another one. After all, his way is different from ordinary swordsmen. Sword cultivation is different.

Although it is not said that the more the better, one or two more swords are still no problem.

With a slight flash, Feng Yun passed through many obstacles and came directly to the Broken Sword.

This time, the latter's obstruction could not It didn't affect him at all.

However, it can also be seen from this that when the broken sword blocked Feng Yun, he did not use all his strength. Otherwise, with his physical body at the time, he might not be able to reach the broken sword.

"Buzz——！！"

When Feng Yun approached, the broken sword immediately buzzed. After a moment, a woman shrouded in light flew out from it, staring at Feng Yun closely.

"I remember you. You are the new palace master of the Sword Palace. You little baby, why are you here again? I left you alone last time. Otherwise, do you think you can get close to me?"

The cold voice of the woman with the magic weapon spirit shrouded in the light came out.

"Really, but this time I’ll do the same thing as last time and invite you out, how about that?"

Feng Yun chuckled.

"Humph, you are stronger now than before, but after all, you are just a Taoist master. You should leave. It is impossible for me to follow a Taoist master."

The woman with the magic weapon spirit was very resolute.

Feng Yun's eyes shot out two sword lights in vain.

Buzz! Buzz!

The two sword lights, with extremely terrifying pressure, directly enveloped the broken sword, but they did not attack.

"You, your sword! ?"

The magic weapon spirit woman was shocked at that time, staring at Feng Yun,"You, you, are about to rival the Taoist Master! ? How, how is it possible!"

She is a half-level master of divine swords. She has the clearest sense of sword cultivation. She can tell at a glance that Feng Yun's swordsmanship contains at least ten kinds of ultimate ways, and they are all perfect!

This is far away. Far beyond the level of the Dao Lord, even inferior to the level of the Eternal Heavenly Lord. He jumped half a step ahead of the Dao Lord and directly pursued the Dao Lord!

"Follow me and travel with me. You should be able to see that there is no sword cultivator like me in the whole world. Both the Eternal Heavenly King and the Half-Way Master are my rivals. Feng

Yun looked at the magic weapon spirit,"Even if I really die in the future, then you will be free again. Now it's boring to come with me and stay here all the time.""

Feng Yun is now like a weird squid with a lollipop.

The magic weapon spirit hesitated slightly, she looked at Feng Yun, took a deep breath, and barely suppressed the shock in her heart,"I admit that you are very strong, said You are on par with the Taoist Master, which is something that has never happened before. You should be the first person, but you, the Taoist Master, have understood so many ultimate ways, and they are all perfect. The success rate of combining the Tao is less than 0.00001.%"

"In other words, you are bound to die, and there is no use for me to follow you."

Feng Yun didn't speak, but just pointed out. Suddenly, the time and space around the magic weapon spirit suddenly became chaotic, the universe was reversed, and the yin and yang were confused.

"What now?"

"you! ? ?"

The magic weapon spirit woman was shocked, as if she had seen something extremely incredible, so that her whole body was shaking, like a candle in the wind, swaying unsteadily.

The next second, she moved toward Feng Yun without hesitation. Kneeling on one knee, his tone became respectful,"Lingdie, I have met the master!"

The attitude changes so fast that it makes people stupefied.

If there were other cultivators around, they would be stunned.

What's going on, you just refused, why did you agree the next second? Are you playing Sichuan Opera face-changing with me? Ah!

Only Feng Yun knew what was going on. He smiled softly, and a ray of soul power flew out from the center of his eyebrows and quickly integrated into the broken sword.

Because he was surrendered to the spirit of the magic weapon, it was refining very quickly. It was done in minutes.

After refining, Feng Yun also knew the name of this broken sword - Lingxuan!

"Ling Xuan Sword?"

Feng Yun picked up the broken sword. In an instant, he felt the ultimate edge. The broken sword was also ringing continuously, like the joy of being finally mastered by a swordsman after being silent for countless years. The sword is satisfying to people, and people are also satisfied with it. Satisfied with the sword, perfect!

"Master, this was originally an ancestral divine weapon. It was the first-generation divine craftsman who used the infinite chaos mother-iron produced in the source of chaos before the ancient times, and then supplemented it with the Yin-Yang Blood Dragon Spring unique to ancient practitioners. After nine thousand and nine hundred years, Refined from ninety-nine eras of chaos!"

"When this sword was first formed, endless chaos moved for it. The phenomenon was rare in ancient times and modern times, but it also caused many parties to fight for it. Later, the ancient practitioners were afraid that the sword would fall into the hands of practitioners and they could not snatch it, so they took the nine sacred weapons with them. Come together, after a fierce battle, the sword was broken into two pieces, and all the sharp edges were gone."

"A generation of peerless swordsmen degenerated and became today's half-level swordsmen. From the beginning of brilliance to the lack of attention, it has gone through an unknown number of epochs."

"Later, I was born."

The magic weapon Spirit Butterfly told Feng Yun the origin and history of this sword, which is enough to be called an epic. It spanned endless eras and finally fell into the hands of the first-generation Sword Palace Master, who brought the sword back to him. (De Zhao) Palace.

It’s a pity that the Lingxuan Sword is the Lingxuan Sword after all. Although the force has been lost, the arrogance is still there and the weak are not allowed to hold it.

So, after so many years, there is still no owner.

Until Now, because of Feng Yun's appearance, his talent, talent and combat power have finally completely convinced the magic weapon spirit, making her willing to follow him!

"Don't worry, as long as I don't die, I will restore you to your former glory."

Feng Yun flicked the sword and said to the magic weapon Spirit Butterfly.

"With the master's talent, I believe there will be such a day."The magic weapon Spirit Butterfly is no longer cold as before, and is very humble in front of Feng Yun.

As long as she knows what she just saw.

Even though she is well-informed, she is deeply frightened!

Such qualifications and talents , not to mention today’s Lingxuan Sword, even if it is the Lingxuan Sword in its heyday, it is very likely that Feng Yun will be regarded as the main one!

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