"Whew, whew, whew!"


    Li Yao''s ten fingers turned into a fluffy fog. Hundreds of cattle hair needles shot out of the fog like a gust of wind and rain, mixed with continuous strong wind shooting at Yanli people. However, they all turned strangely in mid air, sputtered onto the rocks, and stabbed the hard and iron rocks into a beehive!


    It was Yan Liren''s sword intention, which accurately captured every fine needle of Li Yao''s hair and cut them off on the way!


    "Bang! Boom! Bang


    In the seemingly empty void, there was the sound of bowstring breaking. Li Yaoshen had no idea that dozens of single crystal mica filaments were cut off by Yan Liren''s invincible sword!


    Li Yao''s action is faster and faster. The streamer flashes between the peaks and appears in dozens of corners of Jingshen peak almost at the same time!


    Instead, Yan Liren''s figure solidified. He squatted down like a spinning top at a super high speed. His right hand gently held the hilt of the sword, and his left hand gently rubbed the scabbard. His mouth was full of words. A charming smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His eyes even closed slightly, but he didn''t look at Li Yao.


    All of a sudden——


    "Ah


    Dozens of virtual shadows scattered around Jingshen peak were annihilated at the same time. With a strange cry, Li Yao made a sound of "crackling" in his body. His body seemed to be divided into two parts, separated from the left and right sides, and gathered again tens of meters away.


    His face was pale, panting like a cow, sweating like rain, extremely cold attack, in the face condensed into a layer of white frost.


    "Click!"


    Behind Li Yao, a rock cone with a diameter of more than 10 meters splits from the center, penetrates and falls to the foot of the mountain several kilometers down, making a "boom boom" sound.


    Before the rock cone fell, Li Yao saw that the profile was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no gap or unevenness at all. It was like using the most sophisticated Xuanguang concussion knife of Xingyao Federation to slowly decompose.


    "Wow! WOW! WOW


    The three layers of Li Yao''s chest armor burst one by one, and the debris splashed all around, until the last layer of goggles barely resisted.


    But there was a deep crack in the center of the goggles, which turned into two pieces of half moon shape when touched lightly.


    Li Yao''s chest and back, came a stabbing pain, a slender red line gradually extended, crystal clear drops of blood, rushed out.


    "What a sword


    Li Yao looked down at the wound on his chest and sighed with one voice with Yan Liren.


    What he exclaimed was Yan Liren''s sword technique.


    What Yan Liren exclaimed was his secret sword.


    It''s been three months since Li Yao made it for Yan Liren. But in the past three months, Li Yao has been living with Yan Liren almost day and night, and has never found anyone suspected of being a real imperial spy. What a wonder!


    Did the human Empire not discover the existence of the ancient holy world?


    Lee Yao secretly hopes so.


    Yan Liren watched the cold moonlight on the snow peak and marveled at the intricate patterns on the first sword made by Li Yao for him.


    After appreciating it for a long time, he reluctantly put the sword into the scabbard and jumped towards Li Yao.


    "This sword is very similar to my own!"


    He is as like as two peas who have got a new toy, dancing and dancing, and all of them are coming out with their sore bubbles.


    "It''s as like as two peas."


    Li Yaodao said, "I cast it completely according to your" fourth sword ". Every detail, including the distribution of tiny bubbles in the body of the sword, makes no difference!"


    "But I still feel a little different."


    Yan Liren thought about the battle just now, "it''s strange that it''s all the same, the length, the weight and the handle are all right. Why does it still produce a little bit of obstruction?"


    "Of course, it''s different. Even if all the data are the same, there''s still one thing missing from this sword."


    Li Yao said, "that''s why I said that I want to repair the sword for you, instead of casting a new sword for you."


    "It''s easy to cast a new sword, as long as you thoroughly understand all the characteristics of the sword in the past and copy it on new materials."


    "But it''s difficult to repair the old sword which is full of holes and scars in the past. It''s necessary to make it reborn, and not hinder the most unique charm in the depth of the sword. It''s going to take a year!"


    "Oh, as like as two peas, the length and weight, the center of gravity and the sharpness of the two old swords are all the same. Where are their differences?"


    Yan Liren sat down on the frozen rock and asked with great interest.


    It''s their usual time to discuss swords. It''s time to start again.


    "Feelings."


    Sitting across from Yan Li Ren, Li Yao calmly replied, "the best magic weapon is not a cold dead thing, but something that carries all your spirit, will, dreams and even memories. I call these spirits, will, dreams and memories'' feelings''!"


    "For a practitioner, the magic weapon with feelings is really a good one. Without feelings, it''s just like the three Honghuang secret swords you used at the Longquan meeting three months ago. No matter how powerful they are, they will end in pieces!"