The memory images surging in his mind made Feng Qi understand the life of the magic knife.

When he came back to his senses, he only felt a splitting headache.

Although what he saw was only fragments of the memory of the magic knife, many fragments flashed by, not all of them were seen at a glance.

But the huge memory still caused him pain.

This feeling is even stronger than when reading the memory of the sacrifice line.

He couldn't help but let out a pained cry, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his red eyes were bloodshot.

Feng Qi felt that his head was almost bursting with pain.

He closed his eyes at this point.

The memory of the magic knife was still flashing in his mind, and he couldn't tell who he was for a while.

What made Feng Qi even more unbelievable was that a wisp of saber intent gradually developed in his heart.

Through the memory picture, he witnessed the growth of the magic knife with his own eyes.

I also saw the process of the magic knife cultivating a new owner. These memory pictures subtly infiltrated his heart when the "nightmare" read the memory, allowing him to unknowingly penetrate a bit of the sword's meaning.

When the sword flame ignited in his heart, Feng Qi opened his eyes.

A cold light flashed in the red eyes, and the ground pointed to by the sight was dusty, and a pit mark appeared.

Feeling unbelievable, Feng Qi closed his eyes again.

The pain at the mental level made his body tremble uncontrollably, and the sweat continued to flow down and wet the ground.

This memory is too long, even if it is just a fragment of the incomplete memory, it is still difficult for him to digest.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what "Mo" said to Ling Zhan at the beginning.

Mo Zeng said that he did not dare to read the memories of those ancient powerhouses, and their long memories might burst his avatar.

It can be seen how terrifying it is to read memory.

Reading the memory fragments of the magic knife, although it is not as strong as the sacrifice line, it is far stronger than watching a movie. He is like a follower and has witnessed the growth of the magic knife with his own eyes. .

He could even clearly feel the silent sadness and crying in Chaotian's heart when his elder sister passed away.

In the follow-up, Chaotian cultivated countless strong men, and he could clearly feel that Chaotian had given his feelings from the beginning, and gradually closed his heart later, and turned into a real magic sword that only wanted to "kill the gods".

During this period of spiritual growth, he is the accompanying witness.

When the magic knife smashed "Ji", the crazy laughter of the magic knife still echoed in his mind, and at that time, a hearty feeling of victory rose in his heart.

It was precisely because of such a strong sense of substitution that he could not distinguish between the memory picture and the reality after he came back to his senses.

During his breath, Feng Qi's mental power was almost exhausted.

The dizziness came, and when I opened my eyes, I found that the world was spinning, and the scene in front of me had a double image.

But he endured the physical and mental discomfort and looked up at the Lord of the Mist.

At this time, the spiritual battle between the Lord of the Mist and the Magic Knife continued.

By memorizing the content of the screen, Feng Qi can now be sure that the magic knife at this time is not his strongest time at all.

Even if it is far from the magic sword that can compete with the Lord of the Peak Mist 1500 years later.

But now the magic knife is really terrible.

If it wasn't for the flesh and blood servants of the magic sword being shattered by the suppression of the world's rules, even if the serious injuries had not healed, the magic sword would still have the ability to kill the Lord of the Mist and him.

It can be seen that the Lord of the Mist has now occupied an absolute advantage.

The blue light oozing from the body surface has suppressed the black mist scattered by the magic knife, and the trembling of the magic knife has become weaker and weaker.

But for some reason, Feng Qi could clearly feel that the magic knife had not given up.

He was very familiar with that strong sharpness.

Unyielding, uncompromising, the obsession with swearing to kill God is erupting in depression.

As Feng Qi had guessed, the consciousness that turned upside down in the magic sword was accumulating power.

"It's... a miracle... I won't lose!"

The intermittent voice sounded in Feng Qi's mind, and he heard the inner cry of the magic knife.

At this moment, the sword qi rose into the sky, stirred the clouds above, and finally split the clouds into two and pushed them apart.

"What about a miracle... I can... kill you!"

The trembling of the magic knife became violent at this moment. While the power of Miracle Will suppressed the magic knife, it also stimulated Chaotian in the magic knife.

The same thing, a miracle is a **** beyond the mundane.

And the obsession of the magic knife is to slay the gods with the body of the mortal, and the sword qi burst out in an instant, pushing the Fengqi flying out.

I saw the Lord of Mist, who was wearing jet-black armor, squatted slightly, and took the posture of drawing a sword, and the momentum on his body rose steadily.

This move is very familiar.

Sword Tyrant Three Splitting the Sky.

I saw that the purple in the eyes of the Lord of Mist was gradually covered by black, and then his right arm suddenly turned into an afterimage and suddenly swung a knife forward.

Click!

Like rolling thunder rumbles, a jet-black lightning smashed into the sky, smashed into the sky, and tore a huge space crack.

After a brief silence, the gust of wind swept down from the sky, causing the space formation to be messy, and gravel within a radius of several kilometers flying.

This blow seems to be slashing to the sky, but it is actually a challenge of the magic knife to the invisible "god".

Looking at the Mist Lord who was wielding a knife, Feng Qi thought of the magic knife's challenge.

At this moment, the magic knife obviously regarded the miracle will in the main body of the mist as a new whetstone and challenged it.

The power of the magic knife has increased significantly at this moment.

At this time, the Lord of the Mist suddenly spoke:

"As a blade, with a heart as a sheath... Today's happy door, slaying the gods!"

When the voice fell, the Mist Lord spread his legs apart, squatted slightly and placed the magic knife on the left.

The momentum on the Lord of the Mist began to rise again.

The sharp knife gas turned into a gust of wind and blew all around, Feng Qi could only keep retreating to avoid the intensive knife gas attack.

Under Feng Qi's gaze, the Lord of the Mist maintained the posture of drawing his sword, but the black mist on his body began to rise and gradually became evenly matched with Blue Light.

At this time, the black mist rushed forward and gathered into a humanoid figure holding a knife.

The black mist figure turned his back to the Lord of the Mist, holding a sword that was billowing black smoke, and looked ahead.

At this time, the shadow moved, and I saw it slowly waving the knife.

There is no sky-high sword force, and no sword energy emerges. The black mist figure holding the sword seems to be practicing the sword in slow motion, waving stroke by stroke.

As time went on, the shadow of the shadow swung the knife faster and faster, and gradually the knife energy emerged.

The shadow seems to be fighting an invisible enemy, wielding the knife more and more fiercely, and the terrifying murderous aura rises into the sky.

The blue light that appeared on the main body of the fog was gradually suppressed along with the sword-wielding shadow of the black shadow, and it turned out to be downwind.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qi was stunned.

The magic knife actually suppressed the miracle item, which is unbelievable.

Just when Feng Qi had a bad premonition, the blue light of the main body of the fog skyrocketed.

"Unresurrected clansmen... I will never lose!"

The obsession of the Lord of the Mist also awakened at this moment, and under the influence of his will, the effect of the will of miracles skyrocketed at the same time.

The blue light and the black mist intertwined, and the left eye of the mist lord turned purple, and the right eye turned black.

Two forces competed for the body of the Mist Lord.

boom!

The ground was the first to fail to support the interweaving of the forces of the two sides, and was instantly filled with cracks, spreading rapidly outward with the Lord of the Mist as the center.

Feng Qi and other onlookers immediately chose to continue to retreat.

"cut!"

The soft drink of the Lord of the Mist sounded.

In an instant, the sword in the black shadow's hand in front of him turned into countless afterimages.

Even the sun in the sky was covered by the black shadow of the sword, which seemed to divide the world into countless pieces.

Even though they had retreated a long way, Feng Qi and other people involved in the space building plan were still affected and could only continue to retreat.

Click!

The sound of space breaking sounded one after another, Feng Qi looked up and was horrified to find that there were space countercurrent vortexes in the sky, pulling the world, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

After wielding this blow, the power of the magic knife skyrocketed, further suppressing the blue light released by Miracle Will.

But this disadvantage lasted only a few seconds before being pulled back by the Lord of the Mist.

At this moment, the breath of the Lord of the Mist skyrocketed.

"I am... the mist patriarch!"

In the low roar, the Lord of the Mist slowly stood up straight, facing the gust of wind.

His will drives the will of miracles, and the power of the will of miracles increases exponentially, instantly suppressing the black fog, and the magic knife begins to tremble again.

After all, nothing can compete with the will of miracles.

Facing the one-sided suppression, Feng Qi was not happy.

He once again sensed the "unyielding will" of the magic knife rising into the sky.

Under his gaze, the black mist figure transformed into the mist master in front of him began to solidify.

This time, the silhouette of the black mist holding a knife is no longer engraved with the template of the Lord of the Mist, but has become a female figure.

This figure Fengqi is very familiar.

It is the true owner of the magic knife, and the only obsession in Chaotian's heart.

The strongest genius of the Sword Clan, Chao Xuan.

Chao Xuan's figure stood there, although there was no movement, the power of the magic knife began to rise rapidly.

At this time, the magic knife used the will of miracles in the main body of the mist as a whetstone.

The stronger the whetstone, the sharper the knife will be.

Looking at Chao Xuan, which was formed by the gathering of black mist, countless memory pictures vaguely appeared in Feng Qi's mind.

"Old woman, even if I turn into a knife, I will walk with you."

"Sister, this is the agreement between us, even if the enemy is a god, you and I can kill a god!"

boom!

The momentum of the magic knife soared at this moment.

Kill the sky! Chop the ground! Kill God!

The imprints of the three strongest swordsmanships that the magic knife learned in the challenge of ascending to the gods appeared on the surface of the magic knife.

Under the suppression of the will of miracles, the power of the magic knife began to gradually increase, and the sharper it became.

The disadvantages eventually leveled off again.

The left eye is purple, the right eye is black, the mist master and the magic knife each occupy half of the body, and the fierce confrontation has not stopped.

Even though it was far away, Feng Qi was still terrified.

How strong is the obsession of the Lord of the Mist with the resurrected clansmen, and he clearly knows how to get along with multiple time lines.

By reading the memory screen, he also knew how much the magic knife longed for "Zen Shen".

The will of miracles made the Lord of the Mist stronger, but it also aroused the unyielding will of the magic sword.

For every point in the power of the will of miracles, the magic knife will increase by one point.

This is the horror of the Demon Sword Ascension Challenge.

The enemy is the sharpening stone.

It is not clear how strong the magic sword will be in the future.

But just looking at the future dream of a timeline, the magic knife was able to fight against the fog master at its peak, which shows that the magic knife at that time already had a powerful strength that was not weaker than the miracle item.

It is no wonder that the magic knife has to look for qualified opponents to challenge.

The ultimate goal of the Ascension Challenge is not to become a god, but to become a god-killer.

Feng Qi was completely shocked by the magic knife.

The future potential of this magic knife is unimaginable.

boom!

At this time, a loud noise pulled Feng Qi's thoughts back.

Looking up, Chao Xuan's figure slowly raised the dagger in his hand and stood in front of his chest.

At this moment, Feng Qi vaguely saw the familiar memory picture.

That was the first time Chao Xuan taught Chaotian how to practice the sword.

"Brother, this move is good."

Memory and reality overlapped, and Chao Xuan also wielded an unpretentious knife at this time.

The phantom of the magic knife condensed in the sky in an instant, followed by slashing forward.

Feng Qi looked in the direction in which the magic knife was swung, and found that a small mountain in the east was actually divided into two, and then the sound of the mountain crumbling came into his ears.

boom!

As if the sky was torn apart, the ground trembled uncontrollably.

After this blow, the power of the magic knife increases.

But the Lord of the Mist also did not give in. Under the influence of his will, the disadvantage was quickly regained.

This invisible battle is not only a confrontation between the will of miracles and the magic knife, but also a confrontation between the Lord of the Mist and Chaotian.

On a future line, the confrontation between the two is in the future world 1500 years later.

But this future line, this battle came ahead of schedule.

The same is that in this battle, they are in a stalemate again, and no one has an absolute advantage.

It seems like a battle of fate, or a repeat of history.

As the battle escalated, the body of the Lord of Mist was obviously unbearable, and cracks appeared on the surface of the body.

When the Mist Lord's body was on the verge of collapse, Feng Qi was in a hurry.

If the battle continues, even if the Mist Lord can win, he will die.

Just when Feng Qi wanted to forcibly open the divine body again and intervene in the battle with the risk of death, an accident happened.

I saw that the magic knife suddenly escaped from the right hand of the Lord of Mist and flew into the hands of Chao Xuan's figure in front of him.

She looked back at the Lord of the Mist at this moment.

The Lord of the Mist also came back to his senses at this time. Without the control of the magic knife, his eyes returned to normal.

Neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other.

At this moment, the magic knife trembled, and the black mist figure slowly said:

"You are qualified to be my whetstone. I remember you, leave your name, and fight in the future."

"Falling."

"I remember, I hope you don't fall on the road of growth, I will wait for you in the future."

The voice fell, and the magic knife slowly turned around.

"your name!"

Just as the magic knife was about to leave, the Lord of Mist asked.

"Magic Knife Chaotian."

"Are you interested in being my weapon?" The Mist Lord who said these words was full of confidence, and he was not worried that the magic knife would retaliate.

"I'm not interested, you have the same firm obsession as me, you are not suitable for holding a knife, you are the strongest knife yourself."

The voice fell, Chao Xuan's figure shattered, the magic knife soared into the sky, and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

The war ended, and there was chaos for several kilometers.

Feng Qi came to the Lord of the Mist at this time:

"Old fan, how are you?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine, magic knife... Chaotian, I remember him, he taught me how to drive the will of miracles, I should thank him."

Looking at the direction where the magic knife disappeared, the Lord of the Mist stood with his hands behind his back, with a bright smile on his face. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Hearing these words, Feng Qi heaved a sigh of relief.

"Let's go back."

Saying that, the Mist Lord turned around indifferently, and then fell straight down.

Chess:

Looking at the Mist Lord who had lost consciousness, Feng Qi felt helpless.

"I can't hold it anymore, what are you pretending to be?"

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