C1760 (1/2)

Since then, Jianfang has reached a new realm.

The swordsman is called the swordsman. It's because they spent their lives with swords.

They know the sword. The sword knows them.

Fang Chen is able to communicate with each of his own swords.

At the moment, Fang Chen's mind, suddenly roared, before the bottleneck has been plagued by their own, instantly disappeared.

Fang Chen felt that his mind was full of a lot of sword casting information.

These sword casting information is more powerful than the sword casting information we have. I don't know how many times.

The sword that is being cast also shakes and makes a sound of sword sound.

Fang Chen's body is surrounded by wild sword spirit.

Everyone found this scene, and they were very puzzled.

Seeing this, Master Wu of Hanhai military building sneered and said, ”it's just refining a magic sword, but you can be possessed by the devil. It seems that the name of the blood master is really in vain.”

Master Wu's sarcasm on Fang Chen did not let the Shenqi Pavilion give up.

”Master Wu, the competition is not over yet. Is it over now?” The master of Shenqi Pavilion said coldly.

”Well, I'll find out in a minute.” Master Wu shook his sleeve and sneered.

On the martial arts stage, the Tianjian platform makes a buzzing sound. Fang Chen quickly beats the magic sword in his hand. Although his mind is full of a lot of casting information, he is still casting the sword in inertia.

After a while, Fang Chen finally sobered up.

He shook his head hard, and finally determined that he had broken through to the holy level.

”Is this the holy level?”

Fang Chen felt that it was very mysterious to cast a sword.

A smile appeared on his face as he looked at the sword he was casting on his hand.

Soon, Fang Chen quickly cast the sword at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

This scene caused people's surprise.

”Well, it's just affectation.” Master Wu thought that Fang Chen's sword casting was a failure and could not threaten him at all.

But on the rostrum, Hanhai City Lord's face is more and more dignified.

Hundreds of years ago, he had seen such a situation once.

He will never forget that he witnessed the scene of a super class stepping into the holy level.

And hundreds of years later, this scene reappears.

The more you watch Fang Chen's sword casting, the more dignified the master's face is, the more he is replaced by a smile.

This game, there is no suspense.

Master Wu? How to compare? How to compare?

What do you compare with the sword casting master of Saint level?

Fang Chen's sword casting process is dazzling, but it's flowing.

In the end, people's eyes couldn't keep up with his speed.

Bang!

When the last sound sounded, Fang Chen opened his eyes and stopped casting his sword.

A completely different sword appeared in front of him.

This long sword is full of strange smell, which gives people a terrible feeling.

”Even the divine power has not been distributed. It can't be the best sword.” Master Wu frowned and sneered.

”Master blood, what Master Wu refined is the best artifact. I don't know what kind of sword you are refining? ” The owner of the artifact Pavilion asked in a hurry.

Hearing the speech, Fang Chen looked at Master Wu.

”I think I should have won.” Fang Chen was indifferent.

”Hum, I'd like to see what kind of sword you are refining?” Master Wu sneered at the speech. ”Unless you can refine the artifact, it's impossible for me to win.”

While speaking, Master Wu went to Fang Chen and took the sword in his hand.

”This sword is too rubbish.”

Master Wu just took a simple look and made a conclusion.

”Master Wu, look carefully.” Fang Chen said with a smile.

”You don't need to look at it carefully. At best, you are a top-grade artifact. There is no suspense in this competition.” Master Wu said.

His eyes were full of schadenfreude.

Fang Chen didn't get angry. He continued to smile and say, ”Master Wu, you can't even see the real grade of my sword. Are you calling me a master in vain?”

”You...”