Peerless Martial Soul

The whole hall seemed to sway, and it was obvious that the things in the black cloth bags should be very important.

The woman in black raised her chin and said, "Open it and take a look."

Chen Feng nodded, untied the black cloth bag, and took a breath.

In the black cloth bag, there was a big knife!

This big knife has a thick back and a straight blade, without any arc, and the whole shape is completely a big guillotine.

The head is square, extremely sharp on one side, and thick without any front on the other. It looked like a long sword with one side opened and the other side unopened, and then the tip of the sword was cut off.

The knife was three meters long, almost as long as one and a half Chen Feng, as wide as a door, and the back of the knife was almost as thick as an adult man's fist.

The whole body is pitch black, only the blade is white, and it looks extremely thick.

When people look at it, it feels as heavy as a mountain.

And above the blade, there was a wave of faint fluctuations, obscure and heavy.

The black-clothed woman pointed and said, "Pick it up and try it."

Chen Feng walked to the front of the black giant knife, and when he reached out, he didn't even move.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, increased his strength, and raised his hands heavily, which was the only way to pick up the knife.

Chen Feng felt that this knife weighed at least tens of thousands of catties.

This is the heaviest weapon Chen Feng has ever seen!

He held it in his hand and waved it a few times. Although he felt very heavy, he was completely controllable.

Moreover, every time a knife is cut, it feels extremely powerful and invincible!

This happened to meet his requirements.

The sword is originally strong and heavy, it is mighty, the sword moves vigorously, and the sword moves lightly.

"It's easy to use, right?"

The woman in black smiled slightly.

"Smoothly, very smoothly." Chen Feng nodded, stroking the blade of the knife with some love.

"It's fine." The woman in black said: "This knife was originally made for you."

"What? Built for me?" Chen Feng was shocked when he heard this.

The black-clothed woman gave him an angry look and said, "Otherwise, why do you think I left Ziyang Sword Field these days?"

Chen Feng's heart was moved for a while, and only then did he remember that his previous materials seemed to be taken away by the woman in black.

Then, not long after, she left Ziyang Sword Field.

"It turns out that she left Ziyang Sword Field to find someone to build a weapon for me."

The black-clothed woman said, "This knife, named Duanyue, weighs 50,000 catties!"

"Duan Yue, Duan Yue."

Chen Feng said these two words twice: "This name is really domineering and domineering! Even the mountains can be cut off, which shows how powerful and domineering this knife is!"

The black-clothed woman continued: "This knife is mixed with seven first-level materials, including the green spirit gold and meteorite iron that you brought back."

"In addition, there are three second-level materials, so this weapon can become a second-level spiritual weapon, and it is definitely the best of the second-level spiritual weapons, even comparable to the third-level spiritual weapon."

Chen Feng was even more delighted when he heard this. He didn't even have a first-level spiritual tool before, and he was still thinking about when he would get a first-level spiritual tool, but he did not expect to get a second-level spiritual tool directly. Device.

The black-clothed woman continued: "The other materials I looked for were all based on the properties of your two materials, Qinglingjin and Meteorite Iron."

"If there are too many attributes, it is not good, and it is not good enough. On the contrary, it is not as good as specializing in one or two attributes."

"That way, it can be more pure and powerful."

"So, your knife has two attributes, one is called as heavy as a mountain, which means that your knife is extremely heavy!"

"The other attribute is called: Cutting iron like mud! It means that he is extremely sharp!"

Chen Feng smiled and said: "Great, the sword, it should have been this way, it should be very heavy. Only in this way can the power of the sword technique be truly exerted!"

Chen Feng's words are indeed truthful.

He has used the Purple Moon Knife for so long, and he really feels that the Purple Moon Knife is too light, which is more than a hundred catties.

Although it is also very sharp, but it can not reflect the true charm of the knife.

The higher his level, the higher the level of practicing sword technique, the more obvious this feeling.

The woman in black smiled slightly: "You like it."

Then, waving his hand, Chen Feng felt a strong push, and with a bang, he was thrown out and fell into the yard.

Then the door closed heavily.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth. The woman in black is good everywhere, but her temper is a bit strange.

Every time I want to let myself go, I always slap it directly.

However, Chen Feng couldn't take care of it anymore. He happily carried the Broken Yue knife and came to his yard.

Then, he used all the sword techniques he knew.

Finally, it is a move to shake the earth.

After the show, he laughed.

After this knife was cut out, its power was at least 50% higher than when using the Purple Moon Knife!

Moreover, it was exactly the kind of hearty and hearty feeling, and it seemed to have exerted all of his strength, without a trace of stagnation and muddy water.

It's so refreshing.

The feeling of inadequacy in the past has completely disappeared.

A smile appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, and he said to himself: "This is the knife that really suits me!"

At this time, a faint voice suddenly came from behind: "Chen Feng, what are you talking about?"

It was the voice of Ziyue.

As soon as Chen Feng heard it, he suddenly felt aroused, and his back was sweating, and his hair was erected.

He quickly turned around, smiling all over his face, and said with a smile, "Ziyue, I didn't mean that, I didn't mean that!"

Ziyue looked at him with a bit of resentment on her face: "You have no conscience, fortunately for others to fight for you, and you end up so disgusting with them."

Chen Feng said quickly: "Ziyue, you know, I didn't mean that. I mean that the knife is too light. I don't dislike you, I dislike the knife!"

Ziyue snorted, lifted her small chin, and looked arrogant: "I don't care. If you dislike the knife, you dislike me."

An old man also appeared aside at this time, smiling, gloating.

Chen Feng glared at him: "Old An, you don't help persuade."

An old man spread his hands and looked very helpless: "You young couple quarreled, I got involved in it, how boring?"

"You keep arguing, then arguing, I'll just watch and don't speak.

Chen Feng smiled helplessly, An Lao looked really disrespectful.

Ziyue also snorted, her face blushing, and she looked at An Lao and said, "What young couple? Who will have a couple with him? I won't have a couple with him!"