Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

Chapter 338 Repairing the God of Weapons' Blade

After saying this, there was still some shock and seriousness in Wang Hun's eyes.

Upon hearing this, the Lord of Arms' eyes widened with astonishment and seriousness. He said in disbelief, "How could they defeat the ancient dragon twice? If these two ancient dragons join forces, their strength is terrifying. Even if I was at my peak, I could only have a slight advantage against them. That would require all my strength to achieve. They were able to succeed. It is truly an amazing feat that should not be taken lightly."

As he spoke, he unconsciously clenched his fists, and the armor on his body made a slight creaking sound due to the force, as if he was imagining the extremely tragic battle scene. He couldn't help but feel a little more solemn admiration and curiosity about Wang Hun's master and disciple, knowing that this must have cost a huge price and gone through countless hardships and obstacles.

Wang Hun sighed softly, frowned, and said seriously: "I am fighting with the Red Dragon right now. This Red Dragon, like other ancient dragons, has also obtained all the power of its peak period. Its strength is beyond ordinary people's imagination. Every move and every style contains enough power to destroy everything. Although I tried my best, I could only fight it to a draw." As he spoke, Wang Hun's face was full of seriousness and determination, and his eyes revealed a firm determination to never give up until he achieved his goal.

After hearing this, the God of Weapons nodded slightly, with a serious look in his eyes, and said in a steady and solemn tone: "Being able to tie with the Red Dragon is already very remarkable. The Red Dragon is the second strongest of the ancient gods, and its strength is even higher than that of the Yellow Dragon and the Blue Dragon. Even when I was at my peak, it took a lot of effort to defeat it. After a hard battle, you were able to tie with it, which fully proves that your strength should not be underestimated."

He looked at Wang Hun as if he were a soldier with a heavy responsibility, his eyes full of serious expectations.

Wang Hun's face was filled with solemnity and anxiety. He took a step forward, clasped his fists and saluted the Lord of Weapons, and said earnestly: "Lord of Weapons, the red dragon is now rampant, and its power is as powerful as the abyss. If I want to defeat it, I must rely on the peerless power of your Lord of Weapons' Blade. The outcome of this battle is a matter of life and death. It is not only a battle of honor and disgrace for me personally, but also a turning point in the fate of the Nether Clan. I hope that you will lend a hand and turn the tide because I have done my best for the Nether Clan."

The Lord of Arms raised his head slightly, with a trace of gratitude and thought in his eyes, and said slowly: "Your contributions to my Nether Clan in the past are like bright stars illuminating the dark night. I will never forget them. Helping you is my duty. But at the moment, my power is imprisoned in the Lord of Arms's blade, like being imprisoned in a solid cage. It is difficult to break the shackles and release it in a hurry."

Wang Hun's heart suddenly tightened, and his anxiety was evident on his face, but he still tried to remain calm and asked, "Then is there any other good plan? If the battle is allowed to drag on, the Red Dragon will become more aggressive, and the Nether Clan will be doomed."

The Lord of Arms bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes, a glimmer of wisdom flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly: "Of course there is a way. I can perform an ancient secret ritual to make my weapon open its heart to you immediately and recognize you. In this way, it will not have the slightest resistance to you. Then, you need to gather all your soul power, like a trickle of water converging into the sea, to temporarily repair and nourish it. After it is repaired to a certain extent, you can take the risk of forcibly breaking through the shackles of the seal. Although it can only be opened for a short time, it is enough. At that time, you can call on 60% of my power, plus 60% of the power of the Lord of Arms's blade itself. With your tenacious soul power as a guide, and the integration of my and the Lord of Arms's blade's majestic power, even if the red dragon has the ability to reach the sky, it will surely be defeated by you."

When Wang Hun heard this, his worried eyes suddenly lit up with surprise and joy. He said excitedly, "So there really is a chance of a turnaround! Please act immediately. Every moment of delay will be like a thorn in the side, making the battle situation even more dangerous and unpredictable."

The God of War looked solemn and nodded slightly: "In this case, follow me." After that, his body flashed like a phantom and disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only a faint breath.

Wang Hun closed his eyes as he was told, and when he opened them again, he saw seven fragments of the God of Weapons' Blade floating quietly in the void in front of him like seven mysterious stars, emitting a deep blue light. Suddenly, the seven fragments seemed to be awakened by some mysterious power, and a brilliant soul power burst out from their bodies. The light was like a bunch of hot lasers, cutting through the void and rushing straight into Wang Hun's body.

Wang Hun suddenly felt a throbbing deep in his soul. He clearly sensed that he and the fragments of the God of Weapon's Blade seemed to be closely connected by an invisible thread. It seemed that as long as he moved his mind and used all his soul power, he could perfectly integrate these fragments into one like a puzzle.

So, Wang Hun took a deep breath, held his breath, and sank his consciousness into the depths of his soul. He mobilized the soul power that was like a surging wave with all his strength, and carefully guided the seven fragments to blend with each other. The light between the fragments intertwined, collided and merged with each other, and gradually, their outlines began to blur, and finally gathered into a long sword-shaped weapon.

However, the weapon was not flawless. It was covered with cracks of varying depths, and some cracks crisscrossed like winding lightning. It was obvious that only half of the repair work had been completed.

Fuxi stood aside, quietly witnessing this magical scene. Seeing King Hun successfully fuse the fragments, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a gratified smile. That smile was full of admiration for King Hun and a hint of expectation for future battles.

When Chilong saw this scene, his face instantly turned as pale as paper. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead uncontrollably and slid down his cheeks. His eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, as if he had a premonition of the catastrophic disaster that was about to hit him.

Wang Hun slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the incomplete blade of the God of Weapons. In an instant, an overwhelming sense of oppression came over him like a raging tsunami, rushing straight into the depths of his soul, causing his soul to tremble.

Even though this weapon was in a broken state, the oppressive feeling it exuded was only slightly inferior to that of the legendary and dreaded blood spear.

At this moment, without any warning, a terrifying soul force suddenly poured into Wang Hun's body like a surging river. Wang Hun instantly knew that this was the 60% soul force left by the God of War 100,000 years ago.

At the same time, the Chaos Overlord Body on his body began to slowly dissipate, and the Chaos God-Devouring Sword surrounding him seemed to have lost its support, gradually turning into specks of light and disappearing into the air.