Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 212 The second, third and third

"The last bead, I can't do this procedure." Qi Jin pointed to the empty ball on the hilt of the sword: "Next, it's up to you."

Fabredis raised the hands that never trembled when killing people, but now they kept trembling. He held the Zhengtian Sword and kissed it affectionately. He took out the blood of the Balrog that had already been made from the Doujie, and immediately aroused the fighting spirit of Subduing Demon World War II.

"Damn, you have a little confidence in me, okay?" Fabredis was amused by his energetic response.

"It's not that I don't have confidence in you." Looking vigorously at the Heavenly Sword in Fabredis' hands, "I don't have confidence in myself, okay? Let's get started, I can't wait..."

The red fighting spirit, the strong fighting spirit with the wolf's head, rushed out of Fabredis's body again, roaring upwards, and suddenly turned around and rushed into the Heavenly Fighting Sword.

The next moment, the blood in the bead of Zhengtian Sword boiled suddenly, as if it was about to hit the iron wall that blocked them, and every time it hit, it made the sound of a hammer hitting metal.

It's just blood, but when it hits metal, it has such a great force? The energy felt unbelievable, Fabredis's fighting spirit was completely submerged in the sword, his whole body seemed to be convulsed, and his body kept shaking at high speed.

Mo Jin could only stand aside and watch, he really didn't know how to help, the soul soldier also began to twist at this moment, as if it had been softened by the fire again.

Gradually, gradually... Motivation felt that the soul soldiers seemed to be unable to bear any force, like the heart of a human body, they suddenly swelled together, and then shrunk back...then swelled again, contracted again...

The weirdness lasted for a full hour, and Fabredis's face turned pale, as if he was not alive.

Sudden! The soul soldier swelled rapidly and swelled again and again, like a toad constantly bulging, and a huge belly grew out of the sword.

collapse! The blade suddenly shattered! Momentum could see clearly that the blade was not broken or cracked, but shattered! In an instant, it shattered into countless fragments, and a fiery red light rushed out from among them.

This red light soared ten feet into the sky, exuding boundless power, which caused the battle energy in Qian Jin's body to evaporate again and again, and the battle energy of the World War II that subdued demons in his body was stimulated to increase again, and even the speed of battle energy broke through the 15,000 rpm that he had just reached...

Duanfeng Buer's eyes turned into gemstones, and his whole body was covered with scales quickly. Affected by the red glow, his fighting spirit soared again and again, and he fought eight battles with demons... nine battles with demons!

Fentu Kuangge also felt that under the pull of this strange force, the battle qi in his body had actually entered the point of the fourth battle against demons.

Chekfleet's fallen angel body also appeared, and the surging force hit the blood in his body, like a door that had always been closed, opened at this moment...

The half-winged black feather wings made a rattling sound and extended by another meter! Fight against demons! Black, rolling vindictiveness revolved around Chekfleet's body again and again...

The bloodline of fallen angels... Awakened for the second time! Under the guidance of Fabredis blasting the soul soldier in his hand and rushing out a red light, he awakened for the second time! In just an instant, Chekfleet entered the situation of fighting the devil.

Looking at the changes in Chekfleet, Ke Jin shook his head again and again: "The terrible blood power, just because of awakening, broke through the barrier that I have been worrying about for a long time. This is the blood power! This is the terrible blood power!"

The huge soaring red light disappeared in a flash, and it was recovered into Fabredis's body in an instant. The pale face was already rosy, and the previous haggard face was swept away, replaced by an indescribable vitality.

Fabredis's feet are no longer standing on the ground, the whole person is completely suspended in the air! This, originally only the levitation magic of the magician's breath, or the flying magic can do it.

Today, Fabredis is a fighter! Using his own strength, he successfully floated up! This is a major performance of becoming a saint!

Holy! Flying is no longer just a magician's unique ability! Holy fighters can fly more freely and flexibly, and even birds cannot compare with holy fighters in flight.

"Being holy...becoming holy..." Fabredis looked at his hands tremblingly, threw off his steps and rushed to Qian Jin, hugged Qian Jin deeply into his arms, tears could no longer be held back at this moment: "I am sanctified... I am really sanctified!"

"I..." Fabredis choked and buried his head in his energetic shoulders, sobbing non-stop: "I... I became the first ordinary soldier to become a saint..."

At this moment, Fabredis was crying like a child, and this man who was old enough to be his son kept comforting Fabredis like an elder.

Becoming a saint, Fentu Kuangge looked at the back of Fabredis, and clenched his fists tightly together at some point. It turns out that ordinary fighters can really become a saint! It turned out that the rumors of becoming a saint were not false. Enthusiasm! What kind of person are you? Are you still a human being? You can actually make ordinary soldiers become saints, this is almost a god-like ability.

Qi Jin secretly thought of luck, this time it was really pure luck, whether it was metal inscriptions, blood synthesis, or the forging of soul soldiers, before starting to do it, he thought he was at least 20% sure.

But when I actually did it, I found out. How can there be a 20% certainty? Not to mention 10%, even a 1% certainty is too much.

Especially the inscriptions, I don't even know how I made them successfully, if I make them again, maybe make a thousand or ten thousand, it may not be successful once.

Luck, really just luck this time.

Gan Jin never thought that Fabredis could cry so much, and he stopped crying after crying for a full two hours.

Looking vigorously at Fabredis with red and swollen eyes, he secretly wondered whether the ability to cry has improved to a considerable extent after the warrior became a saint? Otherwise, how could a person cry for such a long time for two hours.

"By the way, you all seemed to have a breakthrough just now."

Energetic laughed: "Uncle, you finally have the time and leisure to notice our changes just now? This is really strange, but your sanctification has led us to improve our combat power together."

"I've only heard it from people, but I haven't really seen it." Fabredis looked at the three of them, "Otherwise, why would I bring you in?"

I moved my neck vigorously: "Okay, you can get excited slowly, I'm exhausted. I need to sleep well..."

Going back to the door of Luo’s house again, I found several familiar carriages parked on the street in front of the door. I raised my eyebrows eagerly to calculate the time: “Oh, duel! I have forgotten about the duel with Lei’s family! Calculate the time, it seems to be around here, right?”

"Your drive can't be because you're afraid of a duel, so you're hiding?"

Before entering the house, Qian Jin heard Lei Wei's familiar voice. One month's time plus the financial resources of Lei's family was enough to make Lei Wei, who had broken ribs, come down to the ground again.

"Hiding your sister! Is there a need for me to hide from you?" He succeeded in forging a soul weapon with vigor, and the aftermath of his pride still persisted. Hearing Lei Wei's yelling, he strode into the courtyard with shameless strides: "If you keep yelling here again, believe it or not, I'll kick you and make you lie on the bed for another month?"

Lei Wei saw that he wanted to shrink back instinctively, and suddenly felt the strong palm on his back, and his back stiffened involuntarily. My sister Lei Yueyue is the evil moon angel of Eternal Flow City! Now the spiritual power has broken through the barrier of the third level, and has climbed up to the fifth level of spiritual power!

"Motivation..." Lei Wei puffed up his chest and looked around him. His father, Lei Guang Riyue, was beside him. Even if he was motivated to launch an attack, it was impossible. His courage increased even more: "Have you chosen a place for yourself to die?"

Mo Jin didn't bother to argue with Lei Wei, if this kind of useless wood hadn't been surrounded by Lei Guang Sun and Moon, it would be more effective than anything else to just go up and kick him and lay him back on the bed.

"President." Mo Jin completely ignored Lei Wei, and walked to Mu Gui Wuxin in front of the hall door: "Have you chosen the place? Has the notary chosen?"

Mu Gui Wuxin was slightly taken aback when he saw the drive, as if it was different from the drive a month ago, but he couldn't tell what the difference was. It wasn't just a faint change in strength, but a change in the mental and spiritual level.

During this month, Mo Jin lived in a highly tense situation every day. Every hammering exercise was not only forging metal, but also a kind of exercise for himself. Every blow could even be said to be a matter of life and death. For a month, the confidence of a person who was trained in that situation every moment is indescribable.

"I'm looking for Lord City Master." Mu Gui Wuxin nodded and said, "Now Lord City Master is already waiting at the duel place, let's go now too."

Going up to Fabredis with enthusiasm, he found that the uncle who had just been enshrined had a bad expression, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, uncle?"

"What's wrong?" Fabredis looked at Mo Jin with resentment on his face: "I wanted to come back and celebrate, but these bastards came to make trouble."

He patted Fabredis on the shoulder vigorously: "Uncle, it's the same when you come back to celebrate."

"Okay, what do you say?" Fabredis nodded again and again. The biggest benefactor of his being able to become a saint is motivation, and that kind of gratitude cannot be expressed clearly in words.

ps: I forgot to post it again today, and I was reminded by someone on the phone, thanks to the brothers and sisters of the owner group