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boom!

The tall figure fell from the sky, and finally landed in the center of the space formation.

Feng Qi took out his contact device at this moment:

Turn off the energy.

After his words fell, the energy agencies within Star City collectively cut off the energy supply, and the space teleportation array that was still emitting blood slowly dimmed.

In the space cracks that were still spreading and expanding in the sky, the translucent space channel collapsed first, was shattered by the countercurrent of space, and then disappeared. Then the space cracks gradually recovered under the self-healing properties of the world rules. The black color began to shrink, and the space gradually became more dense. to stability.

Putting down the communicator, Feng Qi looked up at the magic sword and its sword slave.

Without any surprise, the sword slave raised the magic sword at this moment and pointed it at them, with terrifying killing intent attacking them.

However, before the sword slave could launch his attack, he suddenly fell to his knees, his body trembling violently, and blood began to leak out from his pores.

Rejected by the rules of the world, the sword slave of the Demon Sword has a ferocious and painful expression.

It knelt on the ground, gasping for air, but its mouth kept spitting out blood and air. It was like its body had turned into a leaky sieve, and the air and blood could not stop leaking out.

Without the miraculous will within the main body of the mist, the sword slave is completely unable to cope with the conflicts of the world's rules.

Finally, with an explosion, the sword slave's body shattered.

The magic knife in the sword slave's hand also fell at this moment.

But before the magic knife landed, it was hovering in the air, with black mist flowing on the surface.

At this time, the Demon Knife was still in a state of incomplete healing from its injuries. It could be seen that there were fine cracks on the surface of the Demon Knife that were difficult to detect with the naked eye. These were the scars left during the fight with Jian Ji.

He understood what Demon Sword was thinking now.

The magic sword wants to seize a new sword slave.

Having decided to wield the sword, Feng Qi naturally would not back down at the critical moment, and boldly moved towards the magic sword, with the flames of the sword in his chest raging and burning.

He said at this moment:

Chaotian, let's talk.

At this time, Demon Sword, who was familiar with the sword's power, was extremely surprised. He could not understand why the guy in front of him, who had weak energy and blood and extremely poor physique, had the same sword power as himself.

This seemed incredible to him.

The sword power mastered by each new master actually deviates from the sword power mastered by him. After all, each master's personality is different, and more importantly, each master's growth environment is different.

This also results in the knife force never being able to match perfectly.

In Mo Dao's heart, there is only one master who can truly fit in with him, and that is his sister Chao Xuan.

At this moment, feeling the aura of sword power escaping from Feng Qi's body, Demon Sword was completely confused.

He discovered that this weak guy actually had a sword that suited him better than his sister.

This seemed incredible to him.

Unless this weak guy has grown up with him and has exactly the same mental state of growth, how can he develop the same sword power as him.

More importantly, he found that this weak guy actually called out his real name.

Think of the sudden appearance of the space teleportation array.

Combining these pieces of information, Demon Sword couldn't help but guess that behind his arrival in the human world, there was a series of already prepared arrangements hidden behind him.

What to talk about?

The voice of the magic knife sounded in Feng Qi's mind.

I want to be your knife bearer!

You are too weak. If you are so weak that if you get close to me, a ray of my scattered edge will kill you. The magic knife said in a disdainful tone.

Hearing these words, Feng Qi was not surprised.

At the sacrifice line, his physical fitness is not very high among cultivators, and it is incomparable to the previous owners of the magic sword, and is even far inferior to the physical fitness of the sword slave.

Continuing to approach the magic knife, he felt the sharp sword energy blowing on his face, and blood marks appeared on his face, and blood beads emerged from the blood marks.

The magic knife did not launch an attack on him, but even the scattered energy would cause him harm.

Chaotian, although I am very weak now, I know you have a way to make me stronger.

You seem to know me well.

Not only do we understand each other, we also have a common goal.

What goal?

Zhan Jian Ji! After the words fell, a ferocious smile appeared on Feng Qi's face, and he took another step forward.

Taking this step forward is like a sacrificial step to jump off a cliff.

The dissipated sword energy of the magic sword would crush him to pieces in an instant, but the magic sword suddenly took the initiative to restrain the released sword energy.

Why do you want to kill Jian Ji.

Demon Sword's doubtful voice sounded in Feng Qi's mind.

There were many factors, one of which was a personal vendetta, he had killed my relatives.

When he said this, Feng Qi thought of Mu Qing, who died tragically in the last sacrifice line, and then thought of Mo Dao's sister Chao Xuan.

The same target, the same hatred, the same sword power... He looked directly at the magic knife, waiting for the magic knife's reply.

At this moment, the old voice of Demon Sword sounded in his mind:

It seems that you have many secrets. I don't want to know the answers to these secrets for the time being. As you said, you have a sword that perfectly matches mine. Although your body is weak, this fit may never be found again. .”

But if you want to become a sword wielder, in addition to having excellent growth talent, you also need to have a perseverance and perseverance to ensure that you are not eroded by my power. There are actually many talented warriors among my sword slaves, but they In the end, my consciousness was swallowed up by me. This was not purely intentional on my part. Part of it was that during the period when I became a sword holder, my mind was swallowed up by the power and my demonic nature, which turned me into a walking zombie.

Looking at the magic sword suspended in mid-air with black mist surrounding it, Feng Qi grinned:

I understand that if you want to hold a sword, you need to accept the challenge of your will, so... come on.

With that said, Feng Qi took another step forward.

As if to avoid hurting Feng Qi, the magic knife further restrained the dissipated energy.

Facing Feng Qi's active request, Demon Sword said no more nonsense. The Demon Sword twisted into black mist, quickly approached Feng Qi, and poured in from his chest.

Suddenly the world in front of Feng Qi changed.

It was as if he suddenly fell into an endless abyss, his vision was swallowed up by blackness, and a strong feeling of weightlessness spread downward infinitely.

But Feng Qi's heart was extremely calm.

He knew very well what price he had to pay to become the wielder of the magic sword.

The result of failure is to have your consciousness shattered and become a sword slave, but if you succeed, you can complete the process of flesh and blood binding with the magic sword.

During this process, the magic knife will become part of his body, or an extension of his body. It can even be said that his body has a special external organ.

Rather than just holding the magic sword in your hand, you can become the sword holder. What is more important is to achieve a perfect symbiotic state with the magic sword.

The previous owners of the magic knife have experienced the process of fusion.

The difference is that those masters who are recognized by the magic sword are not able to become sword holders from the beginning. They will generally be trained by the magic sword for a period of time.

And the training process is generally relatively long.

The shortest record is 78 years, and the longest is more than a hundred years.

It is extremely difficult to become a sword wielder from the beginning. After all, the magic sword is extremely demonic and the impact on the consciousness is extremely harmful.

But Feng Qi wanted to skip the early running-in process and directly become the sword holder.

The long running-in process seemed to him a waste of time.

It would take decades, or even more than a hundred years, to become a sword wielder, which would waste a lot of time in practicing and growing through the magic sword.

When he can challenge Jian Ji, he doesn't know when it will be.

Today, the threat of the blueskin tribe is still there.

They will inevitably launch an offensive against him. If the offensive of the sacrifice line blue-skin tribe is more fierce, he may have an accident at any time.

Seize the day, this is what Feng Qi is thinking at this time.

He has confidence in himself when he is in charge of the Demon Sword.

The darkness spread and eroded, and Feng Qi vaguely heard countless cries and howls ringing in his ears.

For more than a thousand years, the magic sword slaughtered countless living beings.

All the resentment before the death of life was absorbed by the magic knife, which aggravated the murderous spirit of the magic knife. At this time, it turned into inner demons and constantly impacted Feng Qi's consciousness, as if it wanted to devour him.

kill! kill! kill!

Countless pictures were in Feng Qi's mind.

He saw the murders caused by the masters holding the magic sword.

Countless faces full of pain appeared in front of Feng Qi, flashing past.

This is the process that integration needs to go through.

If you want to complete the fusion with the magic sword and enter a symbiotic state, you need to accept part of the memory of the magic sword.

The process is mutual.

The magic knife also needs to read part of his memory in order to achieve a mind-to-heart connection.

More and more fragments of images flashed through his mind, accompanied by the pain of the previous masters of the magic knife and the feelings of facing death.

But these pictures did not waver Feng Qi even a little bit.

He did not escape, but faced the killing and death head-on. His state of mind had already transcended the fear of facing death.

For other beings, life comes only once.

But for him, every death is a new starting point, and the endless reincarnation has already tempered his state of mind as hard as steel.

What's more important is that he has already seen the memory of the magic knife, and he has already endured the pain caused by it at the sacrifice line, and it will not have a secondary impact on him.

At the same time, the negative emotions entrenched in his spiritual consciousness were far more influential than the killing energy of the magic sword.

To Feng Qi, this kind of training is like children's play, not worth mentioning.

At this time, the magic knife was also reading Feng Qi's memory fragments.

During this process, the magic knife was completely numb.

The memory images flashed by quickly, and Demon Sword's state of mind gradually changed from indifferent at first, to shock, and then to panic.

Only then did he understand the secret behind this mysterious man.

This secret did not make Mo Dao feel lucky. Behind the time retrieval were countless painful struggles. The calmness in the face of despair countless times moved Mo Dao.

Ahhhhh!

The painful wail of the demon knife suddenly sounded in Feng Qi's mind.

During the fusion process, Mo Dao began to understand the negative emotional impact Feng Qi suffered.

Having never experienced the challenge process of heart refining, the magic knife felt like it had been hit hard.

At this time, he even felt that the dark murderous mood in his heart was simply heaven, and the suppressed negative emotions of this mysterious boy were the real devil's cave.

Demon Sword's consciousness became unstable.

Just when Mo Dao felt that his consciousness might collapse, the influence of negative emotions began to fade away, and he saw the power of countless positive energies.

Hope, fellow travelers, common goals, never giving up, future ideals... countless scenes depict Feng Qi's inner firm belief, and are the strength that gives him the choice to go on a road full of thorns.

These positive energies converge into a steady stream of forward momentum.

Wei Wei, Mu Qing, Lin Ran, the Lord of the Mist, Tianshu, Mu Yan... countless figures were filled with white light, relaying with Feng Qi to accompany him to climb the desperate situation.

The positive beliefs that emerge after the negative emotions disappear solidify the awareness that the demonic path is about to collapse.

When the flashing images dissipated, the magic knife fell silent for an instant.

The contempt for Feng Qi in his heart disappeared at this time.

Through these memory fragments, Mo Dao finally understood what a great warrior Feng Qi was.

To describe it as great is actually not an exaggeration at all.

Even though he had more than a thousand years of killing and growing up, he felt that apart from his strength, his mentality was more than one level behind Feng Qi.

Looking at Feng Qi, who was still standing calmly in the murderous mood, respect for him arose spontaneously.

At this time, the memory image of the magic knife in Feng Qi's mind also disappeared.

He opened his eyes and saw a pitch black magic knife slowly emerging from the darkness, hovering in front of him.

Come on, from now on you will hold the sword and become a god with me!

Hearing the old voice of the magic knife ringing in his mind, Feng Qi smiled lightly, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the handle of the knife.

In an instant, the darkness in front of him faded away like a tide.

The breeze outside blew against my cheeks. I looked up and saw the Lord of Mists with a solemn expression and the staff involved in this space project.

Looking ahead, he found that he was holding the magic knife levelly.

I succeeded.

I know you can. The Lord of Mist grinned, stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up.

At this moment, the voice of the magic knife exploded in Feng Qi's mind:

Boy, the fusion and symbiosis at the consciousness level has been completed, but the symbiosis at the physical level has not yet been completed. Be prepared, it will be very painful next!

As he finished speaking, the magic knife in Feng Qi's hand began to melt and turned into countless pitch black tentacles spreading towards his right arm.

Soon, Feng Qi was wrapped in the melted magic knife.

Intense pain instantly invaded the whole body.

Feng Qi naturally understood the significance of this process. In the process of fusion of flesh and blood, the magic knife would become the extension of his body, reaching the point where he could use his fingers like an arm.

This step is also the key to becoming a knife wielder.

After completing the transformation of flesh and blood, his physical fitness will be greatly improved, and the magic knife will become a special organ of the body that is more important than his heart.

In the future, the growth of the magic sword will also lead to the simultaneous growth of his physical fitness.

For example, if the magic sword absorbs energy, blood, and spiritual ores, his body will also be strengthened, including the training for future ascension challenges.

This is the magical effect of symbiosis.

When the pain began to fade away, Feng Qi could clearly detect the presence of the magic knife.

The jet-black liquid also changed accordingly, and a domineering jet-black armor that was symbiotic with flesh and blood emerged on the surface of the body.

The jet black armor covered his whole body, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Feng Qi's aura continued to rise, and the sharp energy spread to the surroundings with his breathing. The Lord of Mist and the staff on the side immediately began to retreat.

The body of the sword demon is generated.

Feng Qi didn't even need to swing his sword, as the terrifying sharp sword energy was emanating from his body.

And the integration has come to the last critical moment.

The black liquid on the pitch-black armor began to gather towards Feng Qi's right hand, constantly changing the form of the weapon.

During this process, the magic knife will condense the most suitable knife shape for him through the memory images it has absorbed.

As time goes by, the changes in the black liquid slow down, and the blade begins to condense...

An update is brewing...

You can take a guess at what type of knife is most suitable for sealing chess.