Chapter 566: I am a swordsmith!
"I am a swordsmith!"
Click!
Some kind of ability suddenly acted on Sanderius's body. His hand suddenly twisted in a circle, and then his body began to shrink rapidly!
Sanderius's pupils widened and he realized that something was wrong!
Oops, you were careless!
Poof!
Along with the sound of flesh and blood exploding, Sandrith's body exploded and dispersed into a ball of blood mist.
And a black long sword appeared in the blood mist.
The entire sword is pitch black, but the blade is silver-white. The hilt and grip look like they are made of black thorns and vines.
These thorns and vines spread upwards to the sword, and blood-colored veins spread out from them.
Sanderius disappeared, leaving only the sword suspended in the air.
The swordsmith landed, took a good breath first, and then got up and grabbed the sword transformed by Sanderius.
"So, I am really not suitable for fighting with others head-on. I am neither a sword master nor a sword god, I am just a sword craftsman."
The swordsmith said as he held the sword transformed by Sanderius, but a powerful mental shock hit his mind!
"Old man, how dare you!!"
Sanderius's voice resounded in his mind, and a strong wave of waves emitted from the sword.
He was trying his best to resist being held by the swordsmith. From his soul to his material body, Sandrius was trying his best to resist the transformation!
But the swordsmith refused to let go, and instead held the hilt of the sword with both hands. However, the mental impact washed over the swordsmith's consciousness over and over again!
"puff!"
The swordsmith spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt down on the ground holding the sword. He grinned, and the blood stained both rows of his teeth red.
"It has become a sword, so stop struggling and let me use it!"
The thorns on the hilt of the sword kept bleeding from the swordsmith's palm, and the pain mixed with the tearing sensation flooded into his mind.
Although Xanderthios resisted, he had transformed into a sword, and its abilities were given to the wielder of the sword.
A strange force poured into the body from the palm of the hand, and some strange bond seemed to be formed between the swordsmith and the sword.
His body seemed to be reshaped again, just like a plant that dies and winter passes and spring comes, its roots continue to grow and give birth to new branches and leaves.
The swordsmith's body is becoming younger, the wrinkles on his old face are gradually disappearing, and the power of life is constantly stirring in his body.
"freeze."
The snow girl raised her hand to release the absolute freeze, calming the restless sword.
Sanderius's sense of resistance subsided, and the swordsmith was able to breathe.
Seeing the blood flowing out of his palm spread across the sword, the swordsmith couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Ahem haha... This is the first time that a fourth-level peak sword has been transformed."
The snow girl looked at the swordsmith. Although the old man's face had become younger, his hair was still white.
"Congratulations, you are young again."
Hearing Yuki-onna's words, the swordsmith realized that his body had become very light, as if he had endless vitality.
This feeling is like being a child again.
The swordsmith stood up slowly and stroked the sword with his palm, "To think that he still has this kind of ability...it seems like a worthwhile trip."
Based on what I feel so far, this sword has at least five abilities.
The ability to rejuvenate the wielder of the sword and make him immortal is one, as is Sanderios's black thorn ability.
In addition, this sword can also swallow flesh and blood, and control most things in nature. It can command beasts, control plants, and even borrow power from the spirits of nature.
It has a variety of abilities and is worthy of being a sword transformed from the peak fourth-order sequence.
So... what should this sword be called?
Called the God of Elves, or the King of Darkness?
Thinking of this, the swordsmith couldn't help but glance around, and then saw the elves' army.
When the elven army looked at the defeated Sanderius, there was not much sadness in their eyes, but a look of joy.
That's right.
Then why not just call this sword...
"tyrant."
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Isis and others who witnessed the whole process were all shocked that Sanderius was defeated like this.
They knew how strong Sandrius was, that guy was a complete freak.
You thought he was harmless, but he treated you like a kid. You thought he was thin-skinned and brittle, but he could withstand a bunch of level four concentrated fires.
Unpretentious power is the most deadly, they have already seen this.
However, the swordsmith defeated him with a more unpretentious ability.
"The Chaos Insurgency really deserves its reputation. It's really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger." Isis couldn't help but praise 009.
009 turned around and said, "Even so, we still lack talents like you."
It's a pity that no matter how 009 extends an olive branch, Isis remains unmoved.
Afterwards, the swordsmith brought four swords, and 009 chose Blood Fang and Hundred Swords, allowing Isis to resurrect Arthur and Thousand Maws.
There were no twists and turns in the process. The two swords shattered and returned to human form.
This actually made the swordsmith think of something.
To put it simply, this resurrection ability skips his sword-turning ability, or even cancels his ability.
This makes people a little worried.
For example, if Sandrius dies and Isis resurrects Sandrius, can Sandrius also be freed from the sword shape?
No matter what, this matter is somewhat concerning.
The swordsmith's ability is not an absolute characteristic, but a conceptual ability.
Isis's resurrection ability seems to be a conceptual ability. Both conceptual abilities have their own priorities. There is no saying that one must be ahead and the other behind.
After that, 009 and others returned to the outer sea continent.
009 also had a new evaluation of Isis. That woman was very scheming, and he really couldn't see through Isis.
However, the swordsmith and others were a little confused, "Do we really have to keep our promise?"
009 just nodded, but didn't say anything. It might indeed be dangerous to let the Shenlong Alliance go. After all, if there are only 100 years left, time is too tight.
And the last 100 years must be a chaotic dance of demons and a chaotic battle between gods.
009 doesn’t think he has a 100% chance of winning, but after all, he has more than a 50% chance of winning.
"I said, do things one by one."
"It's your turn now, Lin Feng."
Lin Feng opened his eyes after hearing this, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
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The outer continent, the country of the sun.
As an egg broke open, a phoenix cry resounded throughout the world. People looked up one after another and saw a big red bird spreading its wings in the sky, covering the sky and the sun!
The big red bird's body was wrapped in flames, its tail feathers were spread like a skirt, and its figure was gorgeous, like a god.
That is the legendary Phoenix.
The phoenix soon turned into a ball of heavenly fire and fell into the mortal world. After the flames fell to the ground, a red-haired man walked out of it.
The flames seemed to be integrated with his red hair, and a pair of fiery red wings slowly spread out behind his back.
He is 076: Phoenix.
"How long did I sleep this time?"
The king stood beside Phoenix, and the hot heat made him feel as if he was melting.
"Return, return to the Lord God... just right, just right, 30 years!"
Phoenix clenched his fists, "30 years? I feel 100 years younger again. Well, I have finally reached the peak of the fourth level."
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