Sword Venerable Ling Tian

0He suddenly extended his right hand and a lightning Flame that was even stronger than the Xin Ziang Golden Flood Dragon Flame crackled. It was like a clap of thunder that attracted everyone's attention.    

    

"It really is the Five-thunder Core Fire, and its speed of growth is actually so fast!"    

    

However, before the Raging Flames Grandmaster could even finish his exclamation, the people in the hall cried out in alarm once again.    

    

Ling Tian extended his left hand as well, and with a bang, the second Five-thunder Core Fire burst into flames!    

    

"Two Five-thunder Fire s, how is that possible?!"    

    

This time, not only the Pavilion Master, but even the distant Qin Hai exclaimed in shock.    

    

Zhong Changkong looked over, and his expression tensed up.    

    

Instantly, the Flame fused into one place, and almost covered the entire Furnace. Not only that, Ling Tian casually threw the Blue Thunder Sword, the Purple Lightning Thunder, and the supplementary materials into the Furnace, and he actually wanted to melt them at the same time ?    

    

"Is he crazy?!" Although Five-thunder Fire was famous for its high temperature, melting several kinds of top quality material at the same time made him unafraid of any attribute rejection or explosion!? "Crazy, crazy!"    

    

However, Teng Chong shook his head continuously at this time, and shouted loudly that Ling Tian was a madman.    

    

However, the scene of the explosion did not appear. Instead, the Blue Thunder Sword and the Purple Thunder Horn had just been placed into the Furnace for a moment before they started melting ?    

    

"Hiss ?"    

    

This time, the Pavilion Master didn't speak again. Instead, he widened his eyes and gasped.    

    

At this moment, everyone in the great hall gave Ling Tian an incredulous look.    

    

Perhaps, this "trash", who was once just a Ninth Body Layer of the sword slave, could truly have reconstructed a Blue Thunder Sword!    

    

At this moment, Ling Tian had finally completed the modification of the Thunder Sword's refining method, and had thought it over and over again in his mind, before finally finding the fastest way to create a sword.    

    

The temperature of the two Five-thunder Fire s were extremely high, and in an instant, the supplementary materials had melted into balls of juice. Ling Tian used the powerful Spiritual consciousness to control the Five-thunder Fire to separate the juice one by one, this kind of action, could only be done by his Spiritual consciousness.    

    

Very quickly, the refinement of the purple lightning horn was also completed. As the supplementary juice was slowly absorbed by Ling Tian into the half melted body of the sword, the purple lightning rolled, and the Blue Thunder Sword's cyan lightning faintly rejected. Even Ling Tian had no choice but to be careful as he controlled the energy within the materials, as if walking on thin ice.    

    

But, while Ling Tian was busy, Xin Ziang was nearing the end.    

    

"Swish!"    

    

Xin Ziang inserted the completed sword embryo into the icy cold pool. Above the Sword blade, there were cyclones and lightning bolts, and the moment the water came into contact with the Sword blade, a loud noise was heard. An enormous steam rose, and in an instant, it had been disturbed into a ten meter tall white tornado.    

    

"Done!"    

    

The flying thunder lasted for three breaths of time, which was abnormally stable. The moment the temperature of the pool dropped, Xin Ziang let out a clear and low shout, and directly pulled the Sword blade out of the pool.    

    

At this time, even though it was Xin Ziang, his chest was moving up and down, and a few beads of sweat remained on his indifferent face.    

    

As the white robe fluttered in the wind, Xin Ziang lifted the Sword blade with both hands.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

At this moment, it was as if the Sword blade in his hands came to life. A ray of light flashed on the sword, and wind and thunder appeared on the surface.    

    

"Master, the Light Wind Sword s that refined it felt pretty good, I can barely use it, Master, please have a look!"    

    

Xin Ziang lifted Qing Feng up with both hands and gave him to Zhong Changkong.    

    

The sword was four feet long, slender and white, flickering with wind and lightning, shining on the handsome Xin Ziang in white clothing. For a moment, the aura of a sword wielding in white clothing captivated countless female disciples.    

    

"En, good, good!" The sword gives birth to wind and thunder, it is pure and flawless, I have never seen such a fine Light Wind Sword! This blow of yours is enough to laugh proudly at all Xuan Artifact! "    

    

Zhong Changkong nodded his head repeatedly, lovingly playing with the Light Wind Sword, looking at Xin Ziang with eyes full of love.    

    

"Haha, congratulations to Peak Master Chang Kong for obtaining such a great disciple. Ziyun Sect is here, why should you worry about not flourishing day by day?"    

    

"Congratulations to Peak Master Chang Kong ?"    

    

In an instant, a crowd of Sect s of all sizes congratulated him.    

    

A Refiner that was able to refine such a top-notch Xuan Artifact, was an existence that was high up in the sky even in a family like the Great Sect and the Du Family. The appearance of Xin Ziang could be said to have stabilized the dominance of the Ziyun Sect in the Lingnan Sect, and had made it so that no one could shake him.    

    

"Hehe, thank you so much!"    

    

Zhong Changkong cupped his hands together and walked around to return the greeting, but in the end, his face suddenly became cold. Looking at the pale Liu Qianlian, his eyes revealed an extremely pleased and disdainful look.    

    

"Liu Qianlian, what else do you have to say? Compared to Zeng's Light Wind Sword, the things refined by your disciples are simply trash. Even you, Thousand Refinements Peak, cannot defeat one person from my disciple! You still have the face to stay in Ziyun Sect? "    

    

Liu Qianlian opened his mouth, but discovered that there was something bitter in it, but nothing came out.    

    

Even back then, when he was at Xin Ziang's age, it was impossible for him to defeat Xin Ziang, let alone these disciples of his.    

    

Compared to the Light Wind Sword, Zhuo Hao's Cold Water Blade was like a blind eye.    

    

"It was Master who harmed you, Master who let you down ?"    

    

In the end, Liu Qianlian, who was already in despair, turned around to face the disciples behind him and spoke with difficulty.    

    

"Master ?"    

    

The faces of Jiang Tuo and the rest were ashen, they had tried their best but they were still unable to defeat Xin Ziang. Although they had expected this outcome, but when it came to the time to leave the Ziyun Sect, they still had difficulty speaking.    

    

Zhuo Hao's face flushed red, but in the end, he was unable to endure it any longer and came forward to say: "Master, all of this was caused by that Ling Tian. I think, he should be allowed to withdraw from the Ziyun Sect himself, junior brothers and sisters are innocent and have been bewitched by him ?"    

    

How could he blame Ling Tian? Furthermore, even if Ling Tian did not resist, Zhong Changkong would never give up on suppressing Qianlian Peak.    

    

Inside the palace, the Great Sect and the aristocratic families chose to watch the flames from the shore and did not join the battle. However, most of the smaller aristocratic families' Sect s ridiculed them as if they were watching a show.    

    

"Master, Junior Brother Ling Tian has not even finished forging the sword, how can we admit defeat like this? We should have confidence in Junior Brother Ling Tian since Qianlian Peak has not lost! "    

    

At this time, Lin Yanyan stood out, pursing her lips, her brows knitted, her face full of grief and indignation.    

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"Junior Sister, stop daydreaming about Ling Tian! Brother Xin had already refined a Light Wind Sword! It's a Light Wind Sword, don't tell me that you still don't understand what that means. Even if Ling Tian is talented, do you think that he can forge a sword that is even better than a Light Wind Sword? " Zhuo Hao looked like he was grieving for his son, as he roared with red eyes.    

    

"Me!" Lin Yanyan opened her mouth. At this moment, she felt that her excuse was so pale and powerless.    

    

At this time, below the Furnace s in front of Ling Tian, although the lightning and fire were still blazing, but they were still in the process of smelting materials to create a rough embryo. However, the duration of the competition was less than an hour.    

    

This was too little time for refining!    

    

Not mentioning winning against Xin Ziang, even completing the Refining was an extravagant hope!