Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

The Qingluan mecha was a deep and charming blue-green hue all over, interspersed with strands of dazzling golden threads, like a meteor across the night sky.

Its head is carefully decorated with gorgeous golden ornaments, which shine with mysterious light, as if containing ancient and powerful magic, which makes people fall in love with it.

The Qingluan mecha's body, which is dozens of meters tall, stands tall and majestic, giving people a feeling of indestructibility, like a giant fortress that can move freely.

When its broad and powerful wings are fully spread, they are dozens of meters long, like an endless blue sky dotted with star-like light, shining brightly.

The graceful and smooth curves at the tail of the mecha are truly unique, with every arc being just right, as if it contains endless power, ready to burst out at any time.

From a distance, the entire mecha exudes a mysterious aura, as if it was not made by mortal hands, but a mythical beast from that distant and fantastical mythological world.

At this moment, Zhao Ming stood in front of the magic platform, his eyes fixed on the image of the Qingluan mecha, which exuded a powerful and mysterious aura. The image was lifelike, as if it could leap out of the magic platform at any moment.

If you look more closely, you can find that the surface of the mecha is densely covered with various complex and mysterious magic runes and patterns. These runes and patterns are intertwined and echo each other, forming an exquisite pattern.

They not only demonstrate the superb craftsmanship required to build this mecha, but also foreshadow the powerful magical power it possesses.

Zhao Ming stared intently at the masterpiece he had created with his own hands, and couldn't help but imagine the heroic appearance of the Qingluan mecha on the fierce battlefield.

It can be foreseen that in countless battles in the future, the Qingluan Mecha will surely be like a brilliant lightning that cuts through the dark night sky and become the most eye-catching presence on the battlefield.

The mysterious power it represents will surely bring humanity ultimate victory and endless light of hope! After countless iterations, revisions, and adjustments, Zhao Ming finally completed the design of the mecha's exterior!

"It's so perfect!" Zhao Ming couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Fresh from a fierce battle—repelling an alien invasion of Earth—he immediately plunged into the design of a mecha. For Zhao Ming, such busy and fulfilling days are the most meaningful.

However, Zhao Ming also had his own little temper. He particularly hated people who disturbed him during lunch break. Just this afternoon, an unsightly and unattractive Iludean unexpectedly sent him a video call request.

What made him even more angry was that the other party not only showed off his extremely ugly face, but also used the range coverage function, which almost scared Zhao Ming to fall off his chair.

In a rage, Zhao Ming drove the Holy Sound Flame Dragon and sent these ugly creatures to hell.

After calming down a little, Zhao Ming took a deep breath, then turned around and began to build the most critical core component of the Qingluan Mecha - the Wind Wing Yuan.

He skillfully waved the magic wand in his hand, and with a slight fluctuation of magic power, some special metal materials on the material rack slowly flew onto the magic table as if being pulled by an invisible big hand.

After everything was ready, Zhao Ming began to whisper a complex and ancient spell. As he chanted, blazing flames rose from the magic platform, instantly enveloping the special metals in the scorching heat.

Zhao Ming concentrated on controlling the power of flames, using superb alchemical skills to melt, reorganize and forge these metals.

Under Zhao Ming's exquisite manipulation, these originally ordinary metals gradually underwent a miraculous transformation. They merged and intertwined with each other, eventually forming a powerful piece of metal that shone with a cyan-blue light.

The metal's surface was as smooth as a mirror, faintly marked with intricate and mysterious magical runes. Seeing the successfully finished metal block before him, Zhao Ming nodded in satisfaction.

Next, he would carefully carve the magical runes of the Wind Wing Element and the mark of the Blue Luan form on this piece of metal, and finally embed it into the core part of the Blue Luan mecha, so that this mecha would truly radiate unparalleled powerful strength.

Zhao Ming stared at the piece of blue-green metal placed on the magic table in front of him, as if it were a rare treasure.

He was seen holding the delicate carving knife tightly in his right hand, like an experienced painter holding a nimble paintbrush, dancing lightly and precisely on the metal surface.

At this moment, Zhao Ming's eyes revealed a concentration and determination that was hard to ignore. This look seemed to indicate that he was carrying out an extremely important and sacred mission.

Every time he struck the sword, it seemed to contain his deep love for alchemy and his sincere awe for the power of magic.

As the carving knife moved like flowing water, delicate and exquisite lines gradually appeared on the metal surface. They intertwined and entwined, eventually forming a magical rune engraving capable of carrying the powerful force of the wind wing.

These runes seemed to possess their own independent souls, faintly shimmering with a soft but not negligible light, and blending perfectly with the metal underneath, appearing to be a natural creation.

At this moment, Zhao Ming's slender, nimble fingers began to dance gently in sync with the movements of the carving knife. Gradually, the magical runes that had been hidden within the metal slowly emerged to the surface, emitting a mysterious glow.

In an instant, the entire space became dreamlike because of these lights.

At the same time, the wind elemental power between heaven and earth seemed to sense some powerful call and rushed towards the phoenix wing essence. At first, it was just a gentle breeze, but soon it turned into a howling gale.

The sound of the wind grew louder and louder, deafening, as if the whole world was completely enveloped by this surging and powerful force.

Zhao Ming felt as if his body had traveled through time and space, instantly arriving in a vast, mysterious world filled with the power of an endless storm. A fierce wind howled past, stirring up turbulent waves.

In this chaotic space, the wind elements were like a group of happily dancing elves, all converging towards a piece of phoenix wing element with a metallic texture.

As more and more wind elements gathered, this piece of wind wing element gradually emitted a dazzling light that was dazzling and dazzling. In the light, the image of a blue phoenix with a graceful figure and spread wings could be vaguely seen gradually taking shape.

The blue phoenix was lifelike, as if about to flap its wings and soar into the sky. Zhao Ming could clearly feel the wind elemental power surging around him, and the tremendous energy seemed to swallow him whole.

However, under the impact of this powerful force, his body was miraculously lifted up and slowly rose into the sky.

When Zhao Ming finally reached a certain height, he overlooked the vast land below, and a feeling of heroism and great ambition suddenly surged in his heart.

He knew very well that the magical power before him, which contained the terrifying wind element - the essence of wind wings, would become the key to his future victory over those powerful enemies.

At this moment, although a layer of fine sweat had begun to seep out of Zhao Ming's forehead, the carving knife in his hand was still as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor.

Every time he swung the carving knife, he showed his profound understanding and precise control of the power of the wind element.

Time passed minute by minute, and after a long and arduous effort, Zhao Ming finally completed the final stroke.

He let out a long sigh, then carefully put down the slightly hot carving knife in his hand. Then, he stared at the masterpiece he had just completed with full concentration.

On the metal surface with a bluish-green luster, a blue phoenix pattern woven from mysterious magic runes suddenly appeared.

The blue phoenix held its head high and chest puffed out, its wings ready to spread, as if it would take off from the metal at any moment.

Even more astonishing was that, even though the violent power of the wind element was still lurking within the Phoenix Wing Essence, it remained unusually quiet, like a sleeping giant, waiting for the moment to be awakened...