It only cut a shallow wound, and the red blood immediately flowed out of the wound, soaking the dark green sword body of the small sword, filling the cracks and gaps. The entire sword seemed to be intact again, with a strange luster.

It seemed that because of the spell, Li Buzhuo was in a daze.

The candlelight rose like a snake on the table, and the copper incense burner reflected the candlelight, softening into a pool, and the tables and chairs and bookcases were melted and twisted.

A vague phantom emerged from the small sword, with limbs, similar to a human figure, unable to see the facial features, and it seemed like a robe was worn on its body.

"Why don't you bow to me when you see me?"

A misty voice came from its chest, with a majestic tone, as if it was born superior, rather than arrogant.

Li Buzhuo was in a trance and faintly realized that he was being pulled into the spiritual world by the spell, so he could communicate with the sword spirit, and he did not deliberately break free from this state, saying, "If you want me to bow, can you afford it?"

Phantom was quite unhappy with Li Buzhuo: "If I could let you learn the flying sword technique that almost killed you today, would you still serve me sincerely?"

Li Buzhuo smiled, but did not answer. He got up and took out the Sword of Shocking Cicada and chopped it down with a sword!

The phantom exclaimed and stopped him, "Stop, you dare to destroy my spiritual place!"

Li Buzhuo paused his hand, and the sword blade of the Shocked Cicada Sword stayed two inches below the little sword sword.

"If you can't figure out the situation, I will simply let you destroy your soul and raise an obedient one."

The phantom was silent for a moment. Li Buzhuo raised his sword and slashed it. With a clang, there was another crack on the body of the sword that was as thin as a cicada's wing. The phantom finally panicked: "I can't do it if I follow you!"

Li Buzhuo then put away his sword and nodded: "Go back."

The phantom was like being granted a general amnesty and fell back into the small sword.

For a moment, Li Buzhuo's eyes were filled with flowers, and the strange scenes around him instantly recovered. The candlelight on the table was burning quietly, and the fire was bright and stable.

"Although this sword spirit verbally surrendered to me, I don't know what's wrong with me. However, with it, I have saved a lot of effort in sacrifice and refining. With just a little sacrifice and refining, this sword can come in handy."

These six swords are not only sword techniques, but actually have no improvement to the sword practitioner themselves. They are purely methods of sacrificing swords.

Li Buzhuo put the small sword in his palm and recited the spell silently. His spirit and internal qi gradually consumed, as if he was infused into the small sword.

An hour passed, and when Li Buzhuo finished his work, the blood in the crack of the small sword dried up, but there was no trace of it, as if it had been absorbed by the sword body.

"This sword seems to be connected to me." Li Buzhuo's heart moved, and he was not in a hurry to try, and silently recited the sword return curse.

In this step in the sword score, you have to bow to the sword, but if you abandon this ritual, what is really useful is the sword return curse, which can help the sword spirit stabilize the spirit and stabilize the spirit form.

After reciting the mantra, Li Buzhuo chanted and said softly: "Arise!"

The small sword buzzed and suddenly flew up, hovering in front of Li Buzhuo.

Li Buzhuo suddenly felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows, and the little sword and snake came over like a letter!

"I really want to die?" Li Buzhuo opened his eyes and raised his energy to the peak. He did not dodge or avoid, but his body leaned forward slightly, as if there was a divine light in his eyes, staring at the sword body.

The little sword stagnated and shrank back like fear.

Li Buzhuo said slowly, "If you are obedient, I will not treat you badly. How about feeding you with the essence and blood of each pig and sheep every seven days? Your ex-sword sacrificer died. Even if I don't destroy the sword embryo you sent to the soul, you will be unable to communicate with others, and your spirituality will eventually disappear and die."

The little sword was buzzing, and Li Buzhuo noticed a thought that came from it, which was unwritten. However, he understood it and knew that the sword spirit was quite dissatisfied with the word "feeding", but he barely accepted the chips of each of the seven-day pigs and sheep.

"You can accept it." Li Buzhuo nodded, suddenly pinched the sword technique with his hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Jiao Teng!"

The little sword suddenly rose ten feet high on the ground and disappeared suddenly.

Li Buzhuo had no sword shadow in his eyes, and he saw a thin gap in the window paper. He felt that the small sword was already outside the window.

With a thought, Li Buzhuo took back his sword and breathed a sigh of relief.

The sword just now consumed 10% of his internal energy. With his current cultivation level, he could use all his strength. If he could use the flying sword eight times in a row, he would have to run out of energy.

Among the six swords, the techniques of killing enemies are Jiao Teng, Yan Hui, and Jing Hong. As for the remnant heart and soul, the sword tomb is the secret method of sacrifice one's own blood, soul, and life, and forcibly increasing the power of the flying sword.

The red robe looked decayed when she died, and no amount of blood could flow out of her wounds. Most of the time, she used the last three secret techniques.

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The next day, Li Buzhuo had a small sword in his arms, a sword in his waist, and went out in plain clothes. Before leaving, he told him that Sanjin would be back late tonight.

This time, I went outside the Chuanglian Department to ambush the remnants of the previous dynasty. Li Buzhuo did not bring He Qian and Ying Shiyi. The elite soldiers in the county cooperated tacitly. If there were too many people, the help would not be large and it would be easy to be exposed.

Mao was in front of the sky, and before dawn, a group of people left Hedong County.

In the past, the people who inspected the county were divided into two teams, one team of thirty people, took turns to go out, and the patrol was led by Zhang Jinyue and Gongcao Wang Duan of the county. Today, the people who left the city were scattered, but it was half dark at this time, and no one noticed that the number of people leaving the city increased from thirty to fifty.

When they arrived in the southern suburbs, the troops were divided into two groups, one of which was heading towards the Casting and Refining Department. Zhang Jinyue still led the original thirty troops and inspected according to the previous plan.

Li Buzhuo rode the yellow-brown horse and followed the twenty horses heading to the casting and refining department.

These twenty people were elite soldiers in the county. Like Li Buzhuo, they had all gone to the battlefield and killed people. Everyone did not bring firearms or mechanical arms, but only had less eye-catching cold weapons.

At the inn next to the official road ten miles away from the Casting and Refining Division, everyone got off their horses, took off their military uniforms and changed into casual clothes, then went to the Casting and Refining Division in groups of three or two, or walked alone.

The casting and refining department is built in Niumaoshan iron ore.

Most of the mountain in Niumao Mountain was hollowed out, and a giant mechanic beast three feet tall searched and dug ore on the exposed deposits. The complex steel trestle spiraled up along the steep mountain walls. Several hill-sized furnace rooms kept squeaking and cooling sounds, and water vapor mixed with thick smoke rolled out.

There are sporadic iron armored soldiers patrolling with firearms at the foot of the mountain, but their attitude is idle. After all, there is never a place that dares to cause trouble.

There is a shop for selling pig iron halfway up the south side of the mountain. A craftsman from Hedong County took the craftsman's certificate and pulled a ox cart to transport trucks of pig iron. Half the east side is a flying platform for the machine spacecraft to land.
Chapter completed!