In the end, the Chunjun Sword and the Zhan Lu Sword turned into a gold and a black and entered Long Mobai's body, and the two completely different sword qi merged with L Yuan Qi.

Zhan Lu Jian did not absorb the majestic aura of the Heavenly Thunder, and Long Mobai could sense that the Thunder Fire of the Heavenly Thunder was not suitable for it.

After the pure Jun sword has been tempered by the heavenly thunder, the sword color is as clear as a hibiscus out of the water, the sword pattern is like a fishnet star, arranged in an orderly manner, the sword body is as bright as jade fat, the material is like a number of nine cold lights, and the sword qi is even more fierce and gloomy.

"It turned out to be a difference in attributes. ”

After Long Mobai saw the Chunjun Sword, he realized that the attributes of the Zhan Lu Sword were different, and the sword in the Zhan Lu Sword was called Shui Zhan Long Yin, which was naturally related to water.

Because Shui Zhanlongyin's sword has no style, no move, only form.

However, Long Mobai could vaguely sense the Zhan Lu Sword, which was cold in nature, as peaceful as water, inclusive of everything, and able to nourish the source of all things.

"Zhanlu Mountain!"

Suddenly, these three words appeared in Long Mobai's mind, undoubtedly being reminded by Zhan Lu Jian, thinking that Zhan Lu Mountain might be the birthplace of Zhan Lu Jian.

After a thousand years of transformation, it may be possible that Zhanlu Mountain will no longer exist, Long Mobai took out his mobile phone and checked it on the Internet, if this is the case, there is no record of the name of Zhanlu Mountain.

Since Zhan Lujian mentioned the name of this mountain, there is a reason for it to go.

Long Mobai finally relied on the thousand-year-old memory of the Zhanlu Sword to find Zhanlu Mountain, guided by the sword.

This time, Long Mobai learned to be smart, and used Yuan Qi to protect his body and protect his clothes from being torn by the strong wind.

From Huashi through the major metropolises to the place pointed out by Zhan Lu Jian.

Flying hundreds of kilometers to reach the destination, Long Mobai looked down at the mountains below, and the mountains and ravines had changed their appearance after the passage of time.

Long Mobai landed in the approximate position, surrounded by birds and flowers, quiet and quiet, and a faint green smoke surrounded the surroundings.

Long Mobai still didn't know that today's Zhanlu Mountain, with Ou Yezi casting the sword, he chased the sword name mountain.

At that time, Ou Yezi saw that the Zhanlu Mountain in Songxi was quiet and lush, charcoal was easy to obtain, the mineral deposits were abundant, the mountain spring was clear, and it was suitable for quenching the sword, so he settled here to cast the sword.

Therefore, Zhanlu Mountain is more famous as Sword Mountain, Sword Mountain.

When Long Mobai appeared here, he vaguely heard the sound of a sword and moved along with the sound.

The previous Pure Jun Sword could not do this kind of induction, and since Zhan Lu Jian recognized the master, there had been a wonderful change, and Long Mobai thought that he could hear the sound of the sword.

It took half an hour to finally find Jianshan, and Long Mobai saw that there was a record of Zhanlu Mountain on the stele made of stone.

"This is it..."

Long Mobai said to Zhan Lu Jian, he looked around, but he felt strange, how could there be a sword sound in the desert here.

Zhan Lu Jian appeared in the direction that Long Mobai was pointing around, and the next moment, Long Mobai was shocked, and he came to a hidden valley.

The swords presented in front of me were of different shapes and had a sense of age, but they were inserted into the soil one by one, and they were already broken, and some of them were rusty and corroded.

At this moment, Long Mo's white nose felt sour inexplicably, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

He realized that it was the sword spirit in Zhan Lu's sword that was moved by the sorrow and transmitted to Long Mobai.

The sound of the swords heard earlier was the mournful sound of these broken swords.

This made Long Mobai think that this should be the birthplace of the Zhanlu sword, and later generations of swordsmiths came here to forge swords, and finally became a sword mound.

At this moment, Long Mobai had a method in his heart, repurifying, smelting, and forging these remnant swords through the Ghost Machine Diagram Secret Technique.

These remnants of the sword in front of me are rare metals, or the legacy of ancient times.

Long Mobai pushed his own Yuan Qi, shrouded a valley, and one after another broken swords broke out of the ground, the number of which was nearly hundred, and the scene was spectacular.

With the experience of refining the marrow cleansing pill, it is still somewhat helpful to refine the sword here, after all, the steps of alchemy come from the ghost machine diagram secret art inspiration.

"Smelting...."

With Long Mobai snorting lightly, the secret technique of the ghost machine diagram was metallurged, and all the residual swords were smelted by thunder and fire, removing the impurities in the original metal, and all of them were turned into molten iron.

These molten iron emit five kinds of light, blue, red, white, and black, and none of them is allowed to outshine the other.

Long Mobai was in a surging mood at the moment, but he didn't expect that the sudden idea would create the first sword forging in his life.

The smelting step has consumed a large amount of Yuan Qi, and then it is violently calcined with thunder fire.

Chunjun Sword and Zhan Lu Sword took the initiative to protect Long Mo Bai, and the ink dragon ghost pattern on Long Mobai's back glowed, one black and one white, from two ancient holy powers, to the Yang Jing Qi Sun Candle, to the Yin Jing Qi Tai Yin Yin Glow.

Long Mobai has fallen into silence since he knew that there was an ink dragon ghost pattern, and this time something strange suddenly ran out.

As the Yang Essence Qi and the Yin Essence Qi are injected into the molten iron, the molten iron metamorphoses into strange changes.

Causing a vision, the sky obscured the sky, and the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, like the tengu day, and the nine stars were aligned.

Seeing this, Long Mobai set off a storm in his heart, the first time he made a sword caused such a big vision, the whole world went into darkness, and people were a little frightened

Nervous.

Xue Luo, who was in Huashi, was refining the Purifying Pill, when he opened his eyes, and the water and cold in his body not long ago were in turmoil, and now there was a vision in the sky.

Only those old antiques knew that there were strange treasures born from heaven, but they thought that there had been no such vision for nearly a thousand years.

"Condensation..."

Long Mobai was engrossed, and with a light snort, the surrounding aura gurgled like water surging towards molten iron, and then under the two primeval holy powers, it became a whirlpool, and the two blended with each other, regardless of each other.

In my mind, the heavenly evolution is constantly rehearsed, and the deficiencies are close to perfection.

It seemed to feel the two streams of energy, one white and one black, which balanced the sorrow in the molten iron, and greatly reduced the consumption of Long Mo Bai Yuanqi.

Until the shaping stage, the sky vision disappeared and returned to normal, and with the cognition in Long Mobai's heart, the sword embryo was shaped.

At this moment, Long Mobai received a reminder from the Chunjun Sword to engrave it into the inscription pattern.

This reminder is a good idea, from the depths of the soul to screen out the inscription pattern that fits in front of him, Long Mobai uses his own essence and blood as a guide, and uses blood to engrave the pattern.

There are four kinds of spirit patterns, ice patterns, light and thunder patterns, and fire cloud patterns.

The sword body has four patterns added, from plastic to shape, Long Mobai is done in one go.

According to what Long Mobai thought in his heart, the sword embryo formed a long sword that was hot and cold, and it looked both good and evil.

The blade of the sword is narrow in front and wide in the back, 60 centimeters long, 4 centimeters wide, and the hilt is 8 centimeters bamboo-shaped.

It is a very special sword, a hundred swords are alone, the color of the sword body can change with the host's state of mind, the sword pattern is entangled, and the appearance is somewhat similar to the Xuanyuan sword, the difference is the texture of the sword body.

The hilt of the sword is a combination of the dragon face and the cloud pattern, the ancient rhyme is introverted, the blade is like a cold cold, and the sword qi is burning in the sun, which is particularly scary.

The only weapon in history where two completely different sword qi coexist.

Seeing this, the sword in front of him was completed, Long Mobai sat on the ground, panting, thinking about it for a while, if it weren't for the help of the ink dragon ghost pattern, he might not be able to finish it.

At the same time, forging this sword with himself, the soul connection, and the name in my heart, the vertical and horizontal sword, one black and one white, is called 'Qiankun Sword'.

"Add good brothers to you, and you have to get along well. ”

After saying that, Long Mobai was lying on the ground, he didn't notice the sword mark on his forehead, and it quickly disappeared.

And the Qiankun Sword slowly fell, and the Zhan Lu Sword and the Chun Jun Sword surrounded it, looking forward to what would be born.

Everything has a spirit, and there is spirituality in a hundred swords, and after Long Mobai is smelted together, a new spirit is born.