I, Qiao Feng, start by killing all the Beggars' Sect

Chapter 239: Reforged the best sword in the world, all swords surrender

Everyone present was stunned.

What is this operation?

How come there are so many truly great swords?

Because the swords grabbed by Qiao Feng all exuded the same aura as the two swords stuck on the ground, they were undoubtedly peerless swords.

Everyone's eyes fell on Qiao Feng, with different thoughts in their minds.

But the sword-carrying man picked up a peerless sword, observed it for a while, and said, "I can't tell the difference. I saw three of those swords just now, and they were obviously fake when I got them in my hands."

He was so sure that it was fake when he picked it up.

Many people immediately had the same idea.

Qiao Feng looked at the swords that he had restrained with his inner energy and smiled.

"Everyone, please move outside the sword pool to avoid accidental injuries."

After saying this, he suddenly opened his arms and pretended to embrace them. These peerless swords flew up and landed next to the giant sword.

No one understood what Qiao Feng was going to do, but when the peerless swords and broken swords beside them all began to tremble, they understood.

If I don't leave now, I'm afraid I will be affected.

But in the blink of an eye, everyone quickly retreated, at least leaving the place where the peerless sword was, for fear of being affected.

Qiao Feng ignored everyone's actions and instead struck down with one palm, hitting the giant, peerless sword.

When the sword spirit left his hand just now, he was observing its every move.

The sword soul is the essence and core of a peerless sword.

With it, it is a peerless sword; without it, it is just a piece of scrap metal.

The sword spirit was grabbed out of the giant sword by himself, and he had already sensed it clearly. No matter how disguised it was, how could it escape his eyes?

The palm force fell and the giant sword trembled.

The several peerless swords around were also trembling, and there was a tendency for them to gather together.

Qiao Feng's expression turned stern, and then he struck out with his palms in succession, with violent palm force falling on the giant peerless sword.

A crack appeared silently.

As the last palm strike came down, the giant, peerless sword completely shattered.

hum...

At this moment, those peerless swords made sword ringing sounds at the same time, and bits of light flew out, condensing together to form sword spirits.

However, Qiao Feng grabbed the sword spirit again and injected his inner energy into it.

The crazy power is gathering.

"These sword bodies can't bear you now."

Qiao Feng seemed to be talking to the peerless sword.

Then, he used his power with one palm, and a gust of wind suddenly rose up and condensed, forming a tornado with a dragon shadow floating in it, surrounding Qiao Feng and the Sword Spirit.

Those peerless swords were also carried by the powerful tornado and floated around.

"From now on, I will forge a real sword for you."

Qiao Feng took a peerless sword.

This sword is the best quality among all the swords scattered on the ground.

Without hesitation, Qiao Feng pressed the sword spirit in.

The sword spirit seemed to want to struggle, but it was useless. A golden-red dragon shadow hovered above Qiao Feng's right hand, emitting terrifying power, which forcibly merged the sword spirit with the sword body.

"A peerless sword, take back all the power that belongs to Heihan."

Qiao Feng said in a low voice, as if mumbling to himself.

However, the numerous swords around collided with each other under the terrifying tearing of the wind tornado, turning into a pile of scrap metal, which kept spinning around Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng held the sword in one hand, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky.

A huge amount of inner energy was injected into the peerless sword. A loud clanging sound was heard, and the sword in Qiao Feng's hand began to vibrate violently.

The sword flashed, and it seemed to be about to soar into the sky.

But the hilt of the sword was in Qiao Feng's hand.

Everyone looked at this scene in confusion, not understanding what he was going to do.

Dongfang Bai was a little worried and asked, "Senior Dugu, what is he going to do?"

Dugu Qiubai shook his head: "I don't know, but he can sense the existence of the sword spirit, I'm afraid it has been recognized by the sword spirit. Now the sword in his hand is the best sword in the world, and the other swords are all reduced to scrap metal.

"But his actions show that he doesn't want to just be like this."

Qiao Feng held the sword in one hand and pointed it at the sky for a full hundred breaths.

Then, he shouted in a deep voice, and two beams of sword energy shot out from the peerless sword in his hand, covering all the sword fragments around him.

A little bit of black light seemed to be peeled off and slowly floated out from the huge remains of the peerless sword and the flying iron pieces around.

"what is that?"

Someone spoke in confusion.

"I don't know, but could it be that the things in the sword body are being absorbed by the peerless sword?"

“How can a sword that has already been forged absorb these things?

At the same time, the peerless sword in Qiao Feng's hand gradually began to produce some residue-like substances, which fell off the sword.

The old swordsmith's eyes widened.

"He is actually using the power of the sword soul to connect the fragments of Black Cold that were scattered in the great sword and other swords. He wants to reforge the peerless sword."

As the swordsmith finished his words, a scorching force spread out in all directions from the wind tornado.

A golden-red light rose from Qiao Feng's palm.

Even the strong men several feet away could not stand this kind of high temperature and could only use their internal strength to protect their bodies. However, Qiao Feng seemed to be completely unable to feel it and instead let the temperature continue to rise.

The hilt of the sword began to turn red.

Then came the sword body. The entire sword body and even the tip were also red. Bits of dark light merged and gathered, landing on the peerless sword and blending into it.

"What a terrifying flame! What kind of martial arts is this?"

The old swordsmith stared at the golden-red flame in Qiao Feng's hand, somewhat dumbfounded, with a look of obsession in his eyes.

For swordsmiths, such high-temperature flames are what they dream of.

But such a flame was actually unleashed by a martial artist.

No wonder he dared to destroy so many sword bodies.

Because he was confident that he could forge a brand new, peerless sword made entirely of black cold stone.

Madam Ao murmured, "With the sword soul condensed from the blood of so many sword hearts, if we add half a piece of pure black cold to the sword body, this peerless sword will far exceed our expectations. It is truly the best sword in the world."

Madam Ao looked at Aotian, full of reluctance.

His son was unable to obtain the peerless sword, and Baijian Villa was likely to decline from now on.

Qiao Feng didn't care what other people thought. He was concentrating all his efforts on condensing the peerless sword.

The swordsmith was right. Most of the black cold stone was used to forge giant swords, and the rest was scattered among thousands of peerless swords.

He destroyed the giant sword by force, and let the sword spirit take the lead in absorbing other black cold materials. He only needed to provide it with strong support.

In this way, a perfect sword without any discounts will be formed.

His inner energy was being consumed rapidly, but Qiao Feng didn't care how much it was.

The fusion of the Fire Kirin's power allows him to release terrifying high temperatures at any time, otherwise he would not have the confidence to reforge the peerless sword.

Not only that, the strange shape of the peerless sword has also undergone some changes.

A peerless sword with a simple shape, a dark blade and a gleaming metallic luster gradually took shape.

Moreover, on the hilt of the sword, there is a golden-red dragon hovering up, and the hilt of the sword happens to be the head of the dragon.

"Peerless Sword, this name... although it doesn't sound very nice, it suits you very well."

Qiao Feng whispered, dissipating the power in his hands, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

The peerless sword seemed to understand what Qiao Feng said. The sword body shook and a stream of sword energy shot out from the tip of the sword, rushing straight to the top of the sword pool.

In the outside world, only a ray of sword light broke through the back mountain of Baijian Villa, soaring into the sky, causing all swords within a radius of 500 miles to surrender.

Duan Lang cried out miserably and grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, but was knocked to the ground by the Huo Lin Sword.

The Fire Scale Sword was sticking to the ground and trembling slightly, with the tip of the sword pointing towards where Qiao Feng was, almost stabbing itself into the ground.

This time there were not only swords, there were also masters using other weapons present, and they all bowed their heads at this moment.