Fengwu Qinshang

Chapter 183: The heavy sword has no edge, and great skill is not skillful!

Qin Feng was concentrating fully on preparing to drop the first hammer to unlock the ninth level, but the breathtaking sound shattered his mental strength.

The small lake in the sea of ​​blood, which was almost bottomed out, began to shake violently!

"not good!"

"not good!"

Wushang and Qin Feng exclaimed in their hearts at the same time.

But before the two of them could make any move, as a roar was heard, a green shadow broke through the shackles of the stone and flew up.

Qin Feng's mind was shaken, but he knew that if this eighth-level awakened spirit escaped, without the restraint of the original stone, it would definitely go berserk, and the result would be killing, and after the killing, the spirit would explode!

At the critical moment, Qin Feng's mind flashed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood towards the phantom, and then a drop of blood from his heart sank into the sea of ​​blood.

"No harm!"

When the old monkey heard Qin Feng's call, he pinched out a pink pill and stuffed it into Qin Feng's mouth.

The pill melted instantly as it entered his mouth.

This pill was made by using two drops of Qin Feng's divine blood and the top-level holy medicine Nine Saints Soul-Restoring Pill. It took Wushang seven full months to make it, just for today's use.

Qin Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. This was a blood sacrifice to the spirit. The blood sacrifice to the spirit was the most mysterious and helpless move in the inheritance of Qie Aotian. Although this move could temporarily suppress the violent spirit, the blood level of the blood sacrifice directly affected the level of the spirit. It was not that a high blood level would be good, but that the blood sacrifice destroyed the original complete spirit and caused it to mutate randomly. However, after the mutation, in most cases, a spirit would appear, and the chance of improving its attributes was very slim! So if it wasn't for the crisis today, Qin Feng would never have been willing to waste such a good piece of raw stone!

The infusion of divine blood stabilized Qin Feng's trembling sea of ​​blood. The entrance of the elixir made Qin Feng's pale face suddenly turn red.

Wushang watched Qin Feng raise the sledgehammer in his hand again, and he was secretly anxious, "Master, it's a little early, a little early!"

It is indeed too early. If we continue to consume energy like this, the final ninth-level awakening spirit will require 808 blows from the full force of the hammer. How can we survive it?

However, at this moment, although Qin Feng knew that he could not survive by relying on this pill, after this incident, he had a plan in mind.

After making up his mind, Qin Feng once again concentrated and calmed down, looking at the shadow that was temporarily dormant in the original stone. He swung the sledgehammer and smashed it down again:

"when!"

A full-strength blow, the sound was crisp and could be heard from far away!

“Dang! Dang! Dang! …”

Every blow made the anvil tremble and the people's feet tremble:

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Before they knew it, the door of the forging classroom was already crowded with people. Even the chef in the kitchen stopped outside the door to watch. There were many people, but no sound.

“Dangdang…”

When the 600th hammer fell, Qin Feng's whole body was soaked and his face was as pale as paper!

"Master, stop!"

"Sir, give up!"

"Master, please stop!"

 …

Everyone had the same thought in their mind, but no one dared to speak out, because any influence from the outside world could cause Qin Feng's hammer to deviate, and the result would be that the weapon spirit would rush out of control again, or even explode.

No one dared to imagine the power of this level of explosive spirit, not to mention that the degree of brutality of this weapon spirit was far beyond their understanding.

Qin Feng's feet were somewhat unfocused:

"small fire!"

Calling for the small fire, the source of the divine fire in the sea of ​​blood heard the call and understood the meaning. It then burst into flames and bombarded the already crumbling eighth small lake.

At the moment when the weapon spirit roared just now, Qin Feng's mind was disturbed, which affected the sea of ​​qi and blood, making the already loose eighth small lake even more shaky.

At this moment, Qin Feng's blood and energy are exhausted. He wants to take this opportunity to break through to level eight and use the blood and energy that is replenished during the breakthrough to complete the final forging and shaping.

But he also knew how torturous the pain was during a breakthrough, which was unbearable for ordinary people. Because when he broke through to level seven, he already knew that his breakthrough would be more unbearable than that of others. The feeling of flesh and bones being reorganized was still vivid in his mind!

But he couldn't care less about that. That was the only way to solve the current predicament. Even if life was worse than death, it was better than the misery of Qin Yuan after the explosion.

With the full force of the small fire, a large hole was blasted out at the bottom of the eighth small lake. Suddenly, a pink mist appeared in the sea of ​​blood and qi, and it became thicker and thicker. A thick pink liquid gushed out from the hole and rushed straight into the sky. Then, it fell like a torrential rain and spread all over the sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, what people saw was Qin Feng, who was already shaky but still swinging the sledgehammer, suddenly had a bright pink glow all over his body, and everyone felt like bowing down to him.

Finally, someone couldn't hold it anymore and fell to his knees. After the first one, two, three... followed!

However, after only two or three breaths, the pink light on Qin Feng's body gradually faded and disappeared.

The little fellows with low cultivation on the field stood up one by one, looking at the Master Qin Feng in front of them in surprise. They already respected him, and now they were even more astounded by him.

The red light faded away. At this moment, Qin Feng's blood was full, and the sledgehammer continued to fall on the raw stone without stopping, causing the spirit of the weapon to roar but unable to utter a sound.

Wushang stared at Qin Feng, feeling so uncomfortable. The old monkey's eyes were filled with tears and his lips were trembling!

Qin Feng has upgraded. Everyone can feel it. They also know the heart-wrenching feeling during the upgrade.

But no one understands the pain Qin Feng is feeling at this moment better than Wushang. His pain is much more serious than that of others!

But Qin Feng still gritted his teeth and focused all his energy on the rough stone:

“Dangdang…!”

The crisp sounds were accompanied by waves of excruciating pain in Qin Feng's bones.

Especially his right arm, which would make a crackling sound between each hammer strike. That was the sound of dark gold bones breaking. The interval between each hammer strike was the time when the light gold bones were reshaped.

Not only does he have to control the strength and accuracy of each hammer, but he also has to control the bone fractures and flesh reorganization in the intervals between rhythms.

As his attention was focused, the pain in his right arm became even more excruciating.

His qi and blood were full but he was sweating profusely. He was forcibly enduring this inhuman torture!

What was that? Actually, it was a belief that supported him, that is, to create a suitable spiritual weapon for his family, and that is, he could not just watch the weapon spirit explode and cause harm to the students.

Because now Qin Garden is his home, and the people in it are his family.

This is Qin Feng, the stubborn Qin Feng from beginning to end, and he will never change!

The Qin Garden fell silent again. The appearance of the old teacher Nei Shi Tianyuan standing at the door and several powerful men behind him did not cause the slightest commotion. There was only the unchanging rhythmic clanging sound.

Everyone counted silently in their hearts:

"Six hundred and eighty... seven hundred and thirty-one... seven hundred and ninety-three... eight hundred and three, eight hundred and four..."

"Ding!"

Just when everyone's heart was in their throat, the most beautiful voice in the world rang out!

As everyone knows, this stubborn stone has finally been perfectly awakened.

At this moment, Qin Feng had no time to retract the sledgehammer and threw it directly to the ground. His two green hands grabbed the green weapon spirit that rushed into the air and pressed it tightly into the dark green metal that was missing half.

Two huge flaming hands picked up the metal and put it into the furnace. A fist-sized green crystal core was already prepared next to it.

"Qi, come forward!"

At this time, Qi was already dizzy and his tears were almost dry.

"Homeowner!"

Qin Feng was trembling all over at this moment, and his voice was trembling:

"All together! Remember: Sheshen...a heavy sword without a sharp edge, great skill without effort. Sheshen...represents rebirth, simplicity and perseverance. This sword spirit...is full of anger, but the sword body is full of strong vitality, and it is...unfavorable and strong everywhere. The master of the family hopes that you will hold this sword...to restrain yourself, and carry forward its simplicity and...perseverance. The family motto [The heart must be upright, and the actions must be upright. Hold this sword, eliminate bandits, pacify the people, and uphold justice!], can you...do it?"

Qi fell to his knees after hearing this:

"I can do it, I can do it. I will follow the family motto and never forget it until I die!"

Qin Feng was shaping the hands as he spoke. Although his whole body was shaking, the pair of hands made of flames were as solid as a rock.

Then the crystal core is embedded.

The sword is four feet and three inches long and weighs three thousand five hundred pounds. It has a blunt tip and is dark gray in color. The guard is oval, and the end of the handle is hollow and inlaid with a gray giant ape crystal core the size of a fist.

The sword is not delicate, but it exudes a bold and bold spirit.

Finished shaping:

"To acknowledge the master through blood, one needs the essence of one's heart and blood!"

At this moment, Qin Feng was leaning on the forging table with his hands, motionless, but every inch of his body was shaking slightly!

Qi looked at Qin Feng with tears in his eyes, his mind moved slightly, and a drop of bright red blood from his heart filled with endless gratitude flowed out from between his eyebrows and fell onto the sword blade.

The blood sank into the sword, which began to tremble violently. Then a low and trembling voice was heard, which fell into the ears of everyone.

This voice immediately triggered the most fragile yet solid point in people's hearts, that is, family affection and gratitude!

And Qin Feng fell straight to the ground with this low roar!

"Master! Master!"

"Master!"

“Junior Brother!!!!”

The last light disappeared! The last sound also disappeared!

“It’s so comfortable, I really want to take a nap!!!!!”

This is Qin Feng’s final feeling!