Nie Fan ignored the noise from the outside world, sat cross-legged in the secret room, took a deep breath, took out the Zixiao Wood, and began to refine the fourth natal secondary sword, Zixiao Sword!

A series of blazing flames spread out from his hands, and the purple wood floated up and slowly melted in the flames...

The formation in the entire main building of the gate operated silently, completely sealed, and there was nothing to be aware of inside.

The Temple of the Gods was floating above Nie Fan's head, four swords were ringing, and purple lights soared into the sky from the purple wood, filling the entire secret room.

Nie Fan's eyes flashed with sword light, his mind became more and more stable, and he was constantly tempering this purple wood.

Zixiao wood, like wood, and like metal, is an excellent material for sword refining, especially for Nie Fan.

I don’t know how long it took, but the main building of the gate shook, and a purple light broke through the formation of the main building of the gate, soaring into the sky, illuminating the entire Snow Sword Gate!

"What's going on? Is the earthquake a shaking..." The disciples who practiced in the Xuejian Sect all looked frightened and rushed out of the cultivation ground, looking at the purple light column like a tripod.

Zhou Mei and the others even came directly to the main building of the gate. Looking at the light column, they could feel the sharp sword energy emitted from the main building of the gate, which shocked them.

"The boss has refined another sword!" This situation is not the first time. Zhou Mei and others know what the situation is, and Wei Tao said with an excited look on his face.

Zhou Mei and Yang Zhi were also excited. Their sect leader had another weapon, which was equivalent to the Xuejian Sect having more foundation!

Only Zhu Tian did not speak. With his cultivation level than they could see, he vaguely felt that there was also a change in Nie Fan's aura inside, as if it was a transformation, as if it was a great improvement in his cultivation level, but there was not much change in his momentum.

The purple light column that soared into the sky has not dissipated for a long time, standing between the sky and the earth, like a pillar of heaven, flashing with purple light. After half an hour, the purple light column slowly disappeared and the main building of the door returned to calm down.

Seeing that Nie Fan had no call, Zhou Mei and his friends all dispersed themselves, and their confidence became a little more.

In the secret room, Nie Fan closed his eyes, and his body was filled with purple light, flashing.

The Black Rock Sword, the Red Flame Sword, the Green Light Gold, and the Zixiao Sword stand around. The four swords shine together, the sword energy is coherent and fierce. The Seven Killing Sword floats in front of Nie Fan, the sword light surges, and the four swords are connected, faintly like a sword formation!

Nie Fan's face was cold and his expression was firm. His eyebrows were full of sharp sword energy. His true energy was surging in his body and he had undergone a big change. He had already refined the Zixiao Sword and made the Seven Evil Sword Art a small achievement, which was a brand new transformation from the inside out!

Nie Fan had already recovered 30% of his body, and he had recovered 50% at once! If he hadn't recovered from his injuries and had completely let go, he would have been able to break through to the seventh level of Qi training in one go!

But this is not enough. His enemy's cultivation is much higher than his. If he wants to fight against Blood, he thinks that he must at least reach the peak of the seventh level of Qi training. And if he wants to defeat Leng Wuya, he thinks that he must at least reach the ninth level of Qi training to do so!

After another half an hour, Nie Fan breathed a long sigh, opened his eyes, looked up at the Zixiao Sword standing up opposite him, with purple light spreading, sharp and shining.

"I finally got it done." Nie Fan showed a hint of joy on his face. The seven evil spirits were small. Although they could not defeat the blood color, they had the confidence to protect themselves. The next step was to restore their injuries with all their strength and improve their cultivation!

When Nie Fan's breath stabilized, he began to practice the Ice God Art again.

Perhaps because of his dual cultivation with Yang Xuening, the Ice God Art was like a fish in water for him, and his cultivation was extremely easy. Moreover, as his injuries recovered faster and faster, he was sure that the Ice God Art would be a holy method for him to heal and would be a great help!

Nie Fan sat cross-legged in the secret room, forgot about external things, and practiced with all his heart. Five swords surrounded him, and the sound of light was whistling and the light was rotating.

Nie Fan did not see that some cracks appeared on the Black Rock Sword, Green Light Gold, and even the Red Flame Sword, as his injuries slowly recovered, healed little by little.

Deep in Kunlun Mountain.

This is a strange place, with bright sky, birds singing and flowers scenting, surrounded by mountains, clouds and mist swaying among the mountains, insects, fish, birds and beasts, and bells ringing and sounding. This is a fairyland.

From time to time, huge sounds of chanting scriptures came from the hills everywhere, as if they were tributed and practiced, majestic and majestic, making people feel insignificant.

Above a mountain, a huge copper tripod was floating, the fragrance of medicine spread, the white mist evaporated, and the deafening bang bang sound was heard inside.

Below the tripod, three white-haired old men held a foot in one hand, and the surging true energy poured in like sea water and poured into the copper tripod.

Not far from the bronze tripod, a middle-aged man looked cold and had a divine light flashing in his eyes. He stared at the bronze tripod, listening to the faint cry of pain and anger from inside, his expression did not change at all.

Bang

Suddenly, a loud noise occurred in the copper tripod, and violently vibrated, as if someone was bombarding him strongly.

"If you want to retract that arm and want to take revenge, you must get through it." The middle-aged man looked calm and his tone was indifferent, just a simple narrative without any fluctuations in his tone.

An angry roar came from the bronze tripod, shrill and ferocious, and the bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang b

The three old men below the copper cauldron looked at each other and shouted loudly. The surging true energy rushed into the copper cauldron, causing the copper cauldron to float.

The middle-aged man stood there, looking at the bronze tripod, turning a deaf ear to the screams inside.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound in the copper cauldron gradually weakened, and the three old men who were inputting true qi below also relaxed, but were still sending true qi into it, and did not dare to relax at all.

After a while, the three old men slowly retreated, put down the copper cauldron, and then said to the middle-aged man: "Master, it's OK."

The middle-aged man nodded and waved his hand.

The three old men immediately bowed slightly again and turned around and left.

The middle-aged man always looked at the huge copper tripod. After a long time, he slowly walked towards the copper tripod. His voice was calm and indifferent: "Assuming these, I will send you into the ice cave again. In half a year, you can break through to the innate world, and then use half a year to stabilize it. After that, I will go to the snow mountain to propose marriage for you."

"Why do you have to go to the snow mountain to propose marriage..." A young man's extremely weak voice came from the bronze tripod. If anyone saw him, he would know that he was the young man in white whose arm was shot by Nie Fan with an arrow in the north of the city.

The middle-aged man's voice was as always, and he looked at the huge copper tripod in front of him without any fluctuations, saying, "The skills of the Snow Mountain Sect are incredible. After you practice both the Ice God Art, you will know it."

The bronze tripod was silent for a while and said, "Will I be Ling Wuya's opponent?"

The middle-aged man said, "The people in Moshan all have a weakness. I will tell you at that time. I will pass on you two more powerful secret techniques so that you can stand invincible."

"Okay." The young man inside heard a sigh of relief.

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Chapter completed!