Lei Yan held the sword box and felt it for a while. The wooden swords inside were slightly thin, three feet long and short, and each had a groove to put into the sword box. There were some interconnected passages and some weird lines.

There is no spirituality at the moment. It is just waiting for him to inject his own blood to breed his own sword spirit. The sword body is also carefully engraved with a large number of sword patterns, which are recorded in the sword training skills Qianmu gave him.

Have their own uses.

After a brief inspection, you can see the thought put into this Qianmu. Unfortunately, the roots of this spring tree have been broken, and there are insufficient resources here to replant them. However, in that case, the cost of

Time means thousands of years.

"No, no, no, these are not even as good as 1% of the Fengchunmu you gave me. I owe this favor. If there is any need in the future, I, Qianmu, will never say anything!"

How dare Qianmu take it? Not even one percent of the Fengchun wood given by Lei Yan has been used up. Once all the Fengchun wood he left behind is turned into his flying sword, its power will definitely be ten times stronger than what he is using now.

More than twice as much, not to mention the four words "spring comes out of dead trees" are not in vain.

Qianmu spent a lot of energy on Lei Yan's set of flying swords. After understanding the recent situation, he stopped staying and went back to rest. Moreover, he also needed to create a Fengchun Wooden Flying Sword to improve it.

own strength.

After sending Qian Mu away, Lei Yan took a closer look at this set of flying swords. Sixty-four were the basic number of flying swords in the Bagua Sword Formation.

After looking at it, he slit his wrist and poured blood into the sword box. He didn't stop until the sword box was full. If it weren't for his strong body, he would have been in the ordinary Skywalking Realm and Volleying Realm at this moment.

It’s uncomfortable to be afraid.

He pressed his finger on the wound, and the wound healed quickly. He used his blood-stained finger to draw a character pattern in the void. The character pattern was not any kind of character he had ever seen, but the sealing dragon.

One of those talismans belonging to An Neidan.

Certainly!

Here is the meaning of this character pattern. The blood was used as juice to draw this character pattern. He flicked it on a falling leaf. The leaf stayed in the void for a breath, and was blown by the wind again.

As he moved, he rolled and fell to the ground.

"It's still a little off." He was muttering to himself, concentrating his thoughts on his fingers, drawing a fixation again, and hitting it on another falling dead leaf. The dead leaf didn't understand anything in the void, whether it was gravity or not.

Neither the wind nor the wind could shake the frozen dead leaves. This time, it took ten breaths for the dead leaves to fall to the ground.

Soon, the third word appeared...
Chapter completed!