Chen Feng's gaze condensed, reflecting the outline of eighty-one deep blue sword lights.

Eighty-one flying swords have been completely forged. Each one is small, has no hilt, and has a unique sword body. It is about three inches long and half an inch wide. It is as thin as paper. It is deep and green in color, as if

As high as the sky, there are deep and black wisps on it

The lines appear and disappear, as if they are floating inside and outside the void.

The edge of the sword is so sharp that it seems to be able to cut through everything.

Chen Xiuqi took one look and immediately looked away. He couldn't bear it. He felt like his eyes were being cut open, which was horrifying.

"Low-grade Holy Master Soldier..."

Chen Feng couldn't help but smile.

This is the Qingming Wu Kong Flying Sword recorded in the Qing Ming Sword Sutra. A low-grade holy master soldier is naturally nothing to Chen Feng, but the Qing Ming Wu Kong Flying Sword can be continuously tempered by his own sword intent.

Refining, constantly absorbing the power of the void and constantly improving.

In addition, every bite is at the level of a low-grade holy master soldier, but the fusion is not enough.

"Condensation!"

Chen Feng shouted low, and the eighty-one flying swords merged in an instant and turned into nine. Each handle was seven inches long and one inch wide, and the thickness was doubled, and the power contained in it became more and more powerful.

Top grade holy master soldier!

Immediately, the nine flying swords merged into one again.

A deep green handleless sword three feet long, three feet wide and two inches wide with a sword spine half an inch thick appeared in front of Chen Feng. It trembled slightly and let out bursts of faint sword chants. An aura that surpassed that of the Holy Master Soldier followed.
Chapter completed!