Wu Yuan had pride in his eyes. He believed that this fairy sword could be comparable to the ancient fairy sword.

In the sword furnace, the Qingyun Sword's light shines brightly, and it appears in different colors from different angles. Even Chen Mu's eyes were filled with laughter. The upgraded Qingyun Sword has terrible power and is no longer defined by the holy sword.

Boom.

The sky is torn apart.

A lightning struck the sword furnace.

The sword furnace was shaken violently, shaking, and the lightning kept surging. Wu Yuan was shocked, "The natural vision is born! This is a sign of the birth of the peerless fairy sword!"

"Get out of the sword-making ground!"

Wu Yuan shouted loudly, Chen Mu led Chen Ying and the others to quickly evacuate the sword-making ground, and a sea of ​​golden thunder appeared in the sky, and countless thunder fell at the same time, like the hanging branches of golden willow trees.

The picture is like the end of the world.

Wu Yuan said excitedly: "I never thought that after so many years, the first heavenly tribulation was actually on the sword-making ground!"
Chapter completed!