Super Alchemy King Reborn In City

Because if Han Zhen moved, it would probably affect the refining process of the Flying Sword.    

Currently, the sword insight of Han Zhen and Hiramiya Amasawa, the ones fighting, were already the logic of sword dao.    

Hiramiya Amasawa had cultivated in the way of the sword for many years. The principles of the way of the sword that he understood were already the peak of the world.    

Only, Han Zhen had the Cultivation Realm of several hundred years of recognition in the way of the sword.    

Han Zhen held the ice crystal Longsword in his hand and acted as if it was natural and natural.    

Ding ding ding …    

In the air, a series of collision sounds rang out.    

Almost at the same time, Han Zhen's Ice Crystal Longsword appeared at the place where Hiramiya Amasawa used his attack, blocking all of Hiramiya Amasawa's attacks.    

Hiramiya Amasawa smiled faintly. Suddenly, he changed his mind and stopped his Longsword. The storm of attacks immediately vanished into thin air.    

Just when no one knew what Hiramiya Amasawa wanted to do, Hiramiya Amasawa said seriously: "Ji!"    

Hiramiya Amasawa had been talking to Han Zhen in Nehon, and Han Zhenze in Mandarin.    

Although the two of them spoke the same language, they understood each other completely.    

And now, for the first time, Hiramiya Amasawa said a single word in Chinese.    

Han Zhen frowned.    

Extreme!    

In Chinese, this word had an extremely deep meaning.    

Just as Hiramiya Amasawa finished his sentence, the Longsword in his hand swept towards him again. It was just that this time, Hiramiya Amasawa's Longsword had an additional layer of meaning.    

Han Zhen's Ice Crystal Longsword stood in front of him.    

There was only a light, crisp sound.    

Han Zhen's ice crystal Longsword directly shattered.    

Extreme!    

It had a supreme meaning.    

A swordsman, on the other hand, possessed an aura of sharpness.    

The sword was unstoppable, capable of cutting through everything.    

Han Zhen's body suddenly became blurry, and he instantly dodged Hiramiya Amasawa's attack.    

At the same time, waves of turmoil also appeared on the Flying Sword being refined deep within the earth.    

The Vermillion Bird that calmed its mind to refine the Flying Sword was also slightly alarmed. It used its mental energy to ask Han Zhen about it, but it did not receive any response at all.    

Hiramiya Amasawa sneered in his heart. He had reached the Extreme realm through his Sword Truth Cultivation Level.    

Coming out from the Extreme Realm, there was nothing to block it!    

Even if it was the Immortal Refinement Heavenly Mountain, Hiramiya Amasawa could still slash it open.    

Han Zhen wasn't a problem either.    

"Han Zhen, have you ever seen a strong Ji Realm warrior?" Hiramiya Amasawa asked lightly, but his tone was full of pride.    

Han Zhen's figure was solid. Although he had been hit by Hiramiya Amasawa's unexpected attack, it proved Han Zhen's guess. The God Stage of this world, however, contained the meaning of the Extreme Realm.    

Han Zhen's eyes lit up, "Interesting."    

Han Zhen once again displayed the ability to condense qi into a blade.    

Buzz buzz …    

The surroundings began to emit a trembling sound.    

"My blade …"    

Many of the Ni Hongwu warriors with swords and sabers realized, in astonishment, that the weapons on their bodies were vibrating strangely at this moment.    

It was as if an invisible force was pulling at it.    

Then, streaks of silvery-white Qi flew out from the sword and saber.    

Some martial artists felt that something was wrong and quickly took out their beloved weapon. However, just as they pulled out their weapons, the originally sharp swords instantly broke into pieces.    

For a time, everyone cried out in grief.    

A lot of silver-white qi gathered in Han Zhen's hand.    

Streams of silvery-white Qi intertwined and congealed, in just a breath's time, a silvery-white Longsword appeared in Han Zhen's hands.    

Unlike the ice crystal Longsword, the silver colored Longsword in Han Zhen's hand was filled with a sense of texture, as if it was real. He could never have imagined that this sword was condensed from the pure gold Qi that he had plundered from the surrounding area.    

Han Zhen shouted: "Kill!"    

BOOM!    

Han Zhen slashed across with his sword, bringing along the sharpness and decisiveness of the western metal.