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A surging demonic aura surrounded the combination of the two substances.

The combination of those two substances is constantly compressed.

Finally, the dragon flew out his right hand, and the black flame on his right hand suddenly ignited.

Macaroni was put into the flames.

Soon, the macaroni melted into a green liquid.

Long Fei fuses the green liquid into the two combinations.

When the green liquid enters the fusion, the fusion boils rapidly as if it has been violently stimulated.

And Long Fei was constantly injecting demonic qi into it.

The fusion is constantly being squeezed, getting smaller and smaller.

At this moment, Long Fei's face was already pale.

If it was placed in the past, cultivating a flying sword of this level, Long Fei could complete it with one thought.

But now he has to give it his all.

A fusion of three substances, compressed and compressed.

In the end, a wisp of consciousness on Long Fei's body directly entered the fusion.

"Keep pressing me. Long Fei gritted his teeth and roared.

The fusion was compressed to the size of a palm.

At this time, the fusion has turned into a small black sword, but it still needs to be tempered.

Long Fei controlled the flames in his hand and kept refining.

In the flying sword, Long Fei's consciousness is integrated, and in the process of tempering, it is also smelting his consciousness.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the eastern sky appeared white, Long Fei finally opened his eyes.

In front of him was a small black sword, the size of a palm and a finger wide, hovering in front of him.

When Long Fei saw it, he immediately smiled.

I didn't expect that on this resource-scarce earth, it could be smelted into a flying sword.

Although the level of the flying sword is very low, with the improvement of Long Fei's strength, the flying sword will continue to increase its level.

With a flying sword, it will be much more convenient to kill people in the future.

Because the flying sword was integrated into Long Fei's consciousness and Long Fei's essence and blood were smelted, as soon as Long Fei's mind moved, the flying sword quickly disappeared into Long Fei's body.

At this moment, two cars came rushing outside.

The car stopped outside the gate of Long's house, and 5 people jumped out of the car.

The leader was very handsome, burly, with an iron rod in his hand, and rushed in with a menacing attitude.

Ouyang Song walked over quickly with the nursing home.

"Who are you??" Ouyang Song asked.

"Tell the dragon to fly out. The man gritted his teeth.

"Our young master is not here, please go back. "

Now that Long Fei is in retreat, Ouyang Song doesn't want outsiders to come and disturb him.

The young man laughed when he heard this, "Yes, since he is not here, let's take your life to bury him." The

young man held an iron rod and rushed directly towards Ouyang Song.

Now Ouyang Song is also a martial artist, and when he saw the other party rushing over, he also shouted: "Go!"

Those guards were all elites selected by the Dragon King Palace, and although they had not reached the peak of martial artists, they were not far behind.

And the people brought by the young man are all good players, at least the strength of the peak of martial artists.

When Ouyang Song fought with the young man, he was beaten back by the other party in one face.

Ouyang Song's face changed greatly, and he took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Ruan Kangcheng.

Now that the young master is in retreat, someone must come and protect him.

It's just that just when Ouyang Song just took out his mobile phone, the other party's iron rod had already smashed over.

"Die!" exclaimed

the young man.

Ouyang Song saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly took a big step back.

The iron rod smashed directly into the ground, and with a loud 'boom', a big hole came out.

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