Feng Qi slowly raised his right hand, and saw the black liquid in the palm of his hand surging and extending.

A jet black knife with domineering lines gradually solidified.

The initial shape of this sword is similar to the Tang Dynasty Hengdao. The sword is more than 60 centimeters long. Black mist surrounds the blade, and the imprint on it becomes clearer in the condensation.

Just when Feng Qi thought that the magic sword was about to take shape, the magic sword continued to extend.

The blade began to have a slight curvature, and the length of the blade plus the handle reached more than 1.50 meters.

This time the shape of the knife is more like the Miao Dao, with a slender blade and sharp edge.

The transformation of the magic sword has not stopped, and the blade continues to lengthen.

When the changes tended to stop, the length of the magic knife reached 1.7 meters.

boom!

The lingering black mist turned into jet-black flames and adhered to the blade, performing the final calcining of the magic sword.

The violent sword energy soared into the sky, with Feng Qi as the center blowing a whirlwind of sword energy, and crisscrossing traces of sword energy were blown out of the ground.

Looking at Feng Qi holding the magic sword in the distance, the Lord of Mist and the staff retreated again, fearing that they would be affected by the fierce sword energy.

At this time, Feng Qi felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He felt that the magic sword was like a continuation of his body.

His eyes slowly swept from the handle to the tip of the knife, and he suddenly raised the magic knife, and in an instant, a violent tornado of sword energy was generated.

But just when Feng Qi was about to make a test slash with the magic sword he was holding, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his right arm. His right arm sank suddenly, and he was unable to resist this force at all.

Feng Qi let go of the magic knife in his hand.

boom!

When the magic knife came into contact with the ground, a crack spread rapidly forward, like a giant snake wandering. The ground cracked wherever it passed, and black light loomed from the cracks in the earth.

"Good weight!"

Looking at the magic knife piercing the ground, Feng Qi was horrified.

He found that he could no longer lift the magic sword. The sudden increase in the weight of the magic sword completely exceeded the ultimate strength that he could lift.

At this moment, the laughter of the magic knife sounded in his mind:

"Interesting, really interesting, you actually created a weapon form that you can't lift."

"What's going on?" Feng Qi asked immediately.

Facing his inquiry, Demon Sword's old voice continued to sound:

"In the process of merging with me, I will change the form according to your memory, personality, inner desire, and other factors, and finally condense it into the weapon that is most suitable for you. The current weapon shape and weapon characteristics are all related to you."

After hearing these words, Feng Qi immediately analyzed the reason.

According to Demon Sword's explanation, the attributes of Demon Sword are related to his mentality and other factors.

And his fighting style has long been finalized, pursuing absolute power and crushing the enemy with unparalleled brutal and domineering offensive.

This mentality was influenced by the narrator and has become his fighting style.

He shaped the magic sword with the mindset of the main timeline, which resulted in him on the sacrifice line not having the strength to lift the magic sword corresponding to the main timeline.

After figuring out the reason, Feng Qi was suddenly confused:

"Brother Dao, what should we do now?"

"Rely on practice to improve your strength until you can control me. Before that, I will add five layers of seals to myself. As your strength increases, I will lift the weight seal until you can lift me in the fully unsealed state."

After the demon knife's words fell, black flames ignited on the surface, and more lines appeared on the blade. These lines were twisted into five marks, which were imprinted on the handle.

As the blade trembled, the lingering black mist was significantly reduced, and the edge was also sealed.

At this moment, Feng Qi took a step forward, grabbed the handle of the magic knife again, and with a sharp pull, the blade was lifted off the ground.

This time, the weight of the magic sword was significantly reduced, reaching the point where he could lift it.

But even if it can be lifted, it is very difficult.

His body has undergone preliminary transformation by the magic sword, and his physical fitness has been significantly improved, but the weight of the magic sword still makes him feel very strenuous.

At this time, the Lord of Mist who was observing not far away suddenly appeared beside him, frowned and asked:

"What's going on? Why do I feel like you can't control the magic knife?"

“It’s a bit difficult to control it for the time being, and it will take a period of adaptation and improvement.”

"Try the power of the sword?" The Lord of Mist blinked his purple eyes, with a curious look on his face.

"you sure?"

Faced with Feng Qi's inquiry, the Lord of Mist did not answer. He floated to the side, most of his body became foggy, and gave Feng Qi an answer with his actions.

Facing the provocation of the Lord of Mist, Feng Qi decided to satisfy his curiosity. He turned around and looked at the Lord of Mist, and slowly raised the magic knife.

There were many sword skills about the magic sword in his mind, but Feng Qi did not choose to use these sword skills. After all, he could hardly lift the magic sword now, and his body strength could not support him to perform the sword skills at all.

At this moment, he swung his magic sword and slashed straight at the Lord of Mist.

The Lord of the Mist did not dodge, the mist turned into a pair of giant hands and suddenly faced him.

The blade collided with the mist, and the mist immediately sank, but it quickly offset the downward pressure of the magic sword.

A misty face appeared at this moment, looking at Feng Qi with an expression full of provocation:

"Is the magic sword you value so much so powerful?"

After the Lord of Mist finished speaking, Feng Qi suddenly discovered that three of the five stripes on the handle were missing, and the seal was lifted three times.

boom!

The blade suddenly became extremely heavy and split open the mist lord's atomized body in an instant.

"grass!"

Sensing something was wrong, the Lord of the Mist decisively flashed his body and fled.

The magic knife also fell to the ground at this time.

In an instant, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, as if the whole world was shaking violently.

boom!

The cracks were centered on the area where the magic knife landed and spread at an extremely fast speed. Black light emerged along the spreading cracks, and the ground began to shift like puzzle pieces.

"enough!"

Feng Qi's angry shouts sounded, and the three seals that disappeared from the magic sword suddenly appeared. The five seals brought the magic sword back into Feng Qi's control.

Looking around, he saw a mess, and the original plain turned into rugged and cracked ground.

"What a heavy weapon!"

The Lord of Mist floated to his side with a horrified expression.

"This is the reason why I can't completely control the magic sword. This weapon is too heavy to be completely unsealed, and it is simply not within my power to control it."

The Lord of the Mist heard this and nodded suddenly.

At this time, the old voice of Demon Sword sounded:

"Boy, this is a lesson. If you dare to provoke me again, I will chop you up next time."

Facing the threat of the magic sword, the Lord of Mist smiled calmly:

"Old guy, achieve my brother's goal as soon as possible, otherwise I will kill you one day in the future."

Facing the old fan and the magic knife who were provoking each other, Feng Qi decisively interrupted:

"Don't make any noise, go back to Star City first."

With that said, Feng Qi put the magic knife on his right shoulder, turned around and walked towards Star City.

Along the way, Feng Qi thought of a question.

The blade of the magic sword is 1.7 meters long, which is obviously not suitable for carrying on the back, which greatly affects his efficiency of movement. In the future, the magic sword may only be carried on the shoulder.

Regarding this question, Feng Qi asked the magic knife.

The Demon Sword said that he can transform into a liquid form and integrate it into his body when necessary, but it is best to accompany him in the sword form at all times, which can effectively enhance his advanced control over the Demon Sword.

After hearing the answer from the Demon Sword, Feng Qi no longer thought about hiding the Demon Sword.

In this sacrifice line, he is walking the magic knife line. Cultivation and growth are the most important to him.

Carrying a magic sword around the world is certainly eye-catching.

But if he is hesitant and indecisive, he is still practicing a lot. What he wants in this line is to show his sharp edge, constantly challenge the strong, and ignite the heart of a strong man.

The magic sword does not require a scabbard.

Carrying the magic sword shrouded in black mist, Feng Qi was in a happy mood and strode towards Star City.

After returning to Star City, Feng Qi began to prepare for his long journey.
To be continued...