MTL - Sword God-v46 Chapter 110 Type 1 Mystic Sword

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The whistling sounded through the world, it was the wind raging, it was the cold wind, the icy cold wind wrapped in frost and snow came to the earth, and raged on the earth.

The wind is like a sword and a frost like a sword, galloping on the earth. Wherever it passes, the trees are either blown off or condensed with a layer of frost and spread rapidly.

Frost flew in the wind.

Cold disaster is coming!

In most cases, the weather of the Great Black Empire is good. It is very cold, neither warm nor very mild, but when the cold disaster hits, it will be different. Drop a lot, as if to freeze all life.

It was so cold that both the **** level and the **** level felt unbearable. They did not dare to go out and could only stay warm at home.

Only at the level of the magic general level can it resist the severe cold of the cold to a certain extent, but it can't resist for a long time. The ones who can really resist the cold of the cold for a long time are at least the magician-level strongman. As for the demon king Level, such a cold disaster has little effect on them.

Having said that, in most cases, the demon-class powerhouses are reluctant to leave the tribe in the wilderness under the cold, which is too dangerous.

In the cold disaster, in addition to the severe cold, there was also a terrible cold disaster Warcraft, extremely arrogant.

Today's Qingluo tribe has been hunting for a while and has already stocked a lot of food. Normally, it should be enough to survive the cold, even if the cold lasted for a year.

Every time a cold disaster hits, many small and weak tribes will be destroyed.

In the big wooden house of the Qingluo tribal leader, there were dazzling firelights shining in all directions, and a burst of enthusiasm diffused from the blazing flames, dispersing the coldness that came from it. On the flame, there was a Warcraft It was roasted, a little bit of oil star kept coming out, and after sprinkled with carefully ground spices, the fragrance became more beautiful.

Around the flame, there was the leader Qing Luoheng, the head of the hunting team Qing Luoshan, and Bai Yi, Chen Zong and Jing Wuxue.

This is the only five Demon-level strong among the Qingluo clan.

The original Qingluo tribe had only two demon-level strong men. Among the many small tribes, they were very ordinary. At the middle and lower levels, there are now three completely different. Among all the small tribes, they are also considered to be Upper middle level.

This time, I can get ample food reserves, but I can't be separated from these three new demon-class powerhouses.

Otherwise, depending on the original strength of the Qingluo tribe, I do n’t know how much it will cost to survive the cold disaster. Qingluo Heng still remembers clearly that the Qingluo tribe died half of the tribe during the last cold disaster. At that time, a demon-class powerhouse was also damaged.

This time, if the loss is as heavy as the last time, the Qingluo tribe will be finished.

Fortunately, fortunately.

"Thank you for having three brothers." Qing Luo laughed loudly when he raised the altar. "I'll do it first."

"The leader is polite." Chen Zong also mentioned the altar, Bai Yi and Jing Wuxue raised the altar, but they did not die, and their interest in wine was not so great.

"I don't know how long this cold disaster will last. I will stay in the clan well for a while." Qing Luo Heng drank the drink of the altar and said immediately, I saw that Qing Luo Heng ’s wrist turned and her wide palm There was a roll of animal skin. The roll of animal skin was dark brown, with a little bit of fine gold pattern on it, and it had a very simple feeling.

"There is a sword trick in it, which I got ten years ago. I have learned it. It's not bad, but I don't use the sword, and I don't need it." Qing Luoheng passed the roll of animal skin to Chen Zong. : "Brother Xiu and Snow Brothers both practice swords. It should be of some use to you. Although Brother Yi does not practice swords, he can also learn about this sword trick, and maybe he has gained something."

Chen Zong took the old dark brown gold animal skin roll with both hands, only feeling that there was a wonderful touch that was beyond words.

Vaguely, Chen Zong seemed to feel a hint of strange swords permeating out of the animal skin roll, and could not help but have a little more interest.

"Boss, can I take a look now?" Chen Zong asked, after all, it was Qing Luoheng's thing. If you want to see it now, you need to ask for the other party's opinions.

"This thing has been given to you, of course, at will." Qing Luoheng laughed.

Chen Zong nodded, and immediately opened the beast skin roll. Immediately after opening, he felt that strange sword meaning became clearer and richer.

The sword is dark, a deep darkness, an extreme darkness, as if to sink everything into the darkness of the eternal abyss, and everything must not be born alive, but at the same time, there is a supreme will. The will is so resolute, so determined, so abandoning all such extremes, just to break free of the bondage, just to break out of the eternal abyss and burn out itself, not to sink, to become a light that cuts through the darkness and illuminates the abyss, pursues The eternal brilliance reverts to eternity.

The feeling and the will suddenly surprised Chen Zong.

Such extremes, so extremes, such enthusiasm, and sheer purity, as if to burn everything for myself, just in exchange for that sword, falling into the abyss and about to sink but breaking through the abyss and turning into eternity A sword of light.

Just at first glance, Chen Zong had a bit of comprehension immediately, only because Chen Zong's understanding was superb, and at the same time he had an intention to help him.

But even so, it's just a few points of understanding, not even getting started, which also shows that the sword trick is superb and profound.

After Chen Zong watched for a moment, he handed the scroll to Bai Yi.

After Bai Yi watched it for a while, he handed it to Jing Wuxue. Jing Wuxue's expression moved, and his eyes burst into amazing coldness, and he immediately realized.

This is a secret sword named Mystic Light.

Even though it is only a preliminary enlightenment, Chen Zong also feels that this secret sword is powerful and worthy of his time and energy to fully enlighten himself. If he can master it, he may be able to kill one more way.

Mastering some killing moves is not without benefits. At least, it can further solidify its kendo foundation. In addition, it can also increase its own knowledge and fighting methods, making it harder to be defended and targeted.

After a short while, Jing Wuxue offered his resignation to Qing Luoheng, and he had to learn about this secret sword.

Chen Zong and Bai Yi also left.

Qing Luo watched them leave with a smile across.

Stepping out of the house, the cold wind wrapped in frost and snow, as if it were sharp and cold like a sword, as if the three were to be cut and frozen. However, the three of Chen Zong were powerful and under the power, they completely resisted the wind. The attack of Sword Frost is unaffected.

You must know that the true strength of the three Chen Zongs is fully open, but it is much more powerful than Qingluo. It is still unknown whether a devil-class powerhouse such as Qingluo can catch their three moves. It's impossible to get even a single trick.

However, all three have hidden their true strengths, showing only a small part, which is almost the level of a normal demon king. Otherwise, if it is too high, it will inevitably cause more speculation and even confusion.

The cold disaster does not know how long it will last. No one knows but can only wait for the cold disaster to pass.

Fortunately this time, the Qingluo tribe has ample food reserves, as well as many wild fruit and vegetable reserves, and a lot of spirits have been brewed. Even if the cold disaster lasts for a year or two, saving some food can still Barely spent it.

Under the cold disaster, none of the three Chen Zongs went out. Most of the time was cultivation, enlightenment, and occasionally pointing to other fighters in the clan to practice, after all, the instructions of the demon-level strong are still hard to come by.

Qing Luoheng is happy to see this scene, because doing so is very helpful to the growth of the Qingluo tribe's ancestors, so that future generations can grow up better, further strengthen the tribe, and continue the better inheritance.

In the wooden house, Chen Zong fully enlightened the secret sword.

This type of mysterious sword called Magic Light is very superb in its intent, and its power is very arrogant and amazing. However, there is one thing that Chen Zong cannot grasp directly, even if he understands the mystery of it, it is only because it is a strong demon. The secret sword created by the artist, and the cultivation method of the demon race is different from the original race.

Chen Zong's essence is human race. They only use the power of darkness to disguise themselves as the Devil Race. The power fluctuations and methods between the shots are the same as the Devil Race, but the appearance is the same, a disguise and a confusion, nothing more.

Now, Chen Zong is going to modify this type of secret sword ~ ​​www.novelbuddy.com ~ to modify it into a secret sword suitable for himself.

The intent of the Magic Light Sword is to burn its own will from the bottomless abyss of despair, thereby breaking free, transcending, and turning into an eternal light.

Under the premise of not changing, what is to be modified is the way in which its power works, and this is not an easy task. Rao is the combination of Chen Zong's superb understanding and a single mind, plus his own solidity. Kendo foundation is a prerequisite, and it is difficult to complete in a short time.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed, but the cold disaster has not passed yet. The wind seems to be getting more and more intense. Every wind seems to condense like a knife. It is necessary to smash everything. The thick solid wood wall of the Qingluo tribe is The wind knife was broken under the attack, and if the protection of the wooden wall was lost, some of the wooden houses in the tribe would also be blown down.

As a last resort, powerful hunting fighters can only act as repairmen to repair wooden walls.

For half a year, the frost and snow continued to permeate, and the ground was already covered with a thick layer, which was extremely cold.

Once the Devil-level Demon goes out, he will be frozen for a few moments and lose his life. Although the Devil-level is stronger, it is also too limited to support ten breaths. Even the Devil-level ca n’t be in this way. Supported for a quarter of an hour under the environment.

These demons basically need to stay in the wooden house to resist the invasion of the wind and cold, and then wear thick animal leather shirts and regenerate the fire to warm them. Only then can they survive.

Fortunately, there are many stocks of firewood used in life, as well as animal oil.

For half a year, Chen Zong finally relied on his own ability to modify the secret sword called Magic Light, and turned it into his own secret sword.

This secret sword is different from She Shenshen, but its power is also very powerful.

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