ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Two swords, one light and one heavy, swirled around Du Xinghe:

"Am I handsome? Am I arrogant?"

The voice of the sword spirit came from the two swords at the same time, achieving a surround sound effect. The noise level increased exponentially, which made her regret the suggestion of making two swords.

This idea really impressed her.

Seeing that it looked like it was not going to stop unless it was praised, Du Xinghe could only cooperate:

"Very handsome and very impressive."

"You just repeated what I said, perfunctory and fooled me. As expected, women don't cherish what they get."

Du Xinghe nodded calmly: "Yes, I am such a woman."

The sword spirit did not expect that after he came into the world, the first person he wanted to chop twice would be his master.

She thought for a moment, thinking she could say something nice, but she said with regret: "After forging a sword, will it not be able to transform as easily as before? Can it no longer be my alchemy furnace?"

The sword spirit flew back to Cang Hengzi: "Master, I want to find another Mingzhu."

She just wished she had signed a master-slave contract long ago. Unless she died across the galaxy or ascended without it, it would be tied to her for the rest of her life.

Magic weapons and monks are sometimes like arranged marriages without the option of divorce.

I can still live with it, just make do with it.

Du Xinghe: "I don't mind you talking too much."

Sword Spirit hummed twice and asked her: "What is my name?"

This time it was Du Xinghe's turn to be surprised. She asked, "What's your name? Ask me?"

Cang Hengzi looked sideways, thinking that Du Xinghe should have thought of the name of Feijian in the past three months. After all, when a magic weapon comes into the world, the owner is the one who looks forward to it the most. He often gives his magic weapon a meaningful, resounding and beautiful name.

Sword Spirit: "..."

Sword Spirit: "Master, can you bring me back to the furnace and refine it again?"

Cang Hengzi gently rubbed the center of his eyebrows. After all, he had just made it by himself. Over the past three months, he had developed some feelings for it: "Xinghe, just think of a name for it. After all, it is your own sword."

For sword cultivators, the natal sword is the most important existence, sometimes not even as important as their children.

Hearing what Cang Hengzi said, Du Xinghe remembered that when he first crossed over, there was a fire-controlling sword on the left hand of the aloof Venerable Yuanming who never let others get close to him.

"A big sword and a small sword?"

Sword Spirit: "Then you will be a famous sword holder all over the world."

This really stumped Du Xinghe. She looked back at her two apprentices, trying to brainstorm ideas, but then she remembered that these two had never attended school and were both illiterate.

Her sect's literacy campaign has a long way to go...

There are two swords, one heavy and one light, one with ice effects and one with fire effects.

"Ice sword, fire sword?"

Sword Spirit: "Okay, then you are the Ice and Fire Swordsman."

Seeing that she really couldn't think of anything, Cang Hengzi said: "These two swords are from my hands. They are works that I am very satisfied with. When you travel around the world in the future, when you mention this sword, people will inevitably ask who made it and what its name is." If it sounds too unpleasant, my reputation will be ruined... The heavy sword seems to be surrounded by red clouds, so I named it Chixiao, and the light sword looks like snow, so I named it Xue. The heavy sword has no edge, and the light sword swims like a dragon. I hope you can be in the hands of the galaxy in the future. The invincible sword."

The sword spirit was very satisfied with the name, but asked again: "What about my scabbard?"

The original scabbard was shattered into pieces along with the old sword.

Cang Hengzi: "You didn't say you still needed to refine the scabbard..."

Du Xinghe felt that she had to pull out her sword anyway. The magical flying sword was not like ordinary swords. It was not afraid of wear and tear. If it didn't work, it could fly around her on its own. It didn't require much spiritual power, but the sword spirit disagreed: "This has nothing to do with it. What’s the difference between running naked?”

"You are very particular about a sword..."

In the end, Cang Hengzi smelted two freshly made scabbards for it on the spot: "The scabbards are not made of high-quality materials. You can replace them at will in the future, or I will teach you the smelting method. You can see them in the market in the future." All the gold and silver jewelry you like can be embedded on it to make it look more elegant.”

"The scabbard is a hidden edge. Why is it embedded with gems?"

Du Xinghe's idea of ​​the scabbard is that it can be used.

Cang Hengzi said with a smile in his eyes: "You don't care, but I guess your sword might like it."

She put the sword on the scabbard, put the belt through her, and the light sword was firmly fixed on her waist, while the heavy sword was slung behind her back, flying out with the intention of crossing the galaxy, and flew into her hand.

Even though it is the same sword as the old sword, the feeling of holding it in your hand is completely different.

The inscription on the sword echoes her spiritual power——

She waved her hand casually, and the sword screamed, shaking in all directions.

"I really want to try the sword."

Du Xinghe said softly.

She couldn't resist the urge to draw the sword at all. She looked around, but there were only two apprentices, one a healer and one a stupid monkey. Cang Hengzi was in a higher realm than her, but he was a weapon cultivator who couldn't fight. Her hands were itchy. Self-restraint: "I'll go out and try the sword!"

After saying that, Du Xinghe's figure flashed and disappeared in front of the three people.

At the same time, Emperor Ying Cang who refreshed and disappeared outside the refining room said: "I can also try it on her... Will she think I'm looking down on her?... I don't mean that: how should I say my opening remarks? "

By the time he finished drafting his opening remarks, Du Xinghe had already flown out of the sea and killed two passing man-eating spiritual beasts.

The best tool for sword testing is the little turtle in Wanfa Temple.

Crossing the Milky Way with flying swords on your feet, you can move your body at will, traveling hundreds of thousands of miles in just a blink of an eye.

After solving the incident in Same City, she seemed to have a mysterious connection with the Sea of ​​Mercy, which was recognized by the sea lord. She no longer needed a guide to guide her to find the location of the Sea of ​​Mercy.

When she was about to reach the Sea of ​​Mercy, a bolt of lightning struck her from afar.

Chi Xiao flew out and automatically blocked the blow from her back.

Du Xinghe turned around, and three figures appeared in front of him.

One of them looks familiar, isn't it the Leilinggen monk Tianxiao who was hired by his senior brother before?

That lightning strike came from his hand.

She had seen his thunder strike, which was far more powerful than that. This was a probing blow.

The other two are cultivators with fire spiritual roots and water spiritual roots respectively.

They didn't say anything and just attacked directly. They crossed the galaxy without any nonsense and raised their swords to meet them.

Just the moment she saw Tianxiao, she guessed that the three of them were those evil alchemists who paid a lot of money to hunt her down.

"Ninglin!"

Du Xinghe gave a clear shout, and the spirit beast jumped out from his arms, biting the water spirit root monk Wen Yongwang, sharing the firepower for her, and harassing him to prevent him from healing his teammates.

An encirclement and suppression by three people could kill her alive. The most useful experience she absorbed from the Black Teeth Tower was to capture one person with a dozen to break through.

When the snow-white light sword slashed at his body, Fire Spirit Root Sword Cultivator Qiu Lian was horrified to find that his spiritual power was absorbed by the sword, and he had no choice but to dodge. Wen Yongwang manipulated the magic weapon and tried to attack her while distracted by Qilin's offensive.