Three years later.

The northernmost part of the world, the Dead Sea, the place where the sword clan escaped.

The black ocean, as always, is undulating and undulating, still between heaven and earth.

In the sword-forging room by the sea, the scorching air was filled with the smell of sweat and steel.

The spiritual fire in the sword-forging furnace burned brightly, and a bright red sword loomed in the flames.

In order to allow for better air circulation, the sword-casting room has four windows, north and south, east and west, and throughout.

A salty smell of seawater mixed into the wind, but due to the long time of casting, the high temperature had solidified in the house, and as soon as the wind came in, it evaporated, leaving only a trace of taste, which was inaudible in the blink of an eye, only the heat continued to rise.

The swordsmith had short, uneven black hair, a chio upper body, and scars from the claws of the giant beast could be seen on both shoulders.

He took out the long red sword from the furnace and placed it on the iron felt, and held the forging hammer high in his right hand, the muscles of his arm were as tense as iron, and beads of sweat rolled on it, dripping on the fiery sword, stirring up a layer of rust-smelling smoke.

Swing the hammer hard, sparks burst, and the sound of steel is deafening.

The crimson and shiny blade continued to take shape in the dark eyes of the swordsmith, and with each smash, the blade, which had gradually dimmed, was hammered bright red again.

The hammering lasted all day, and the swordsmith had no intention of stopping.

He knew that if he stopped, his work would be lost, and that the blade would become fragile once it was mixed with impurities.

Hammering is not only to fuse the metal, but also to eliminate the bad things.

Each hammer is a complex process, constantly superimposed and molded, refining the sword soul to be pure and flawless, and forging the sword blade to be reborn.

Day by day.

On the tenth day, the swordsmith's movements began to show fatigue, and he entered a state of self-forgetfulness, unable to stop.

This sword could be better!Mars continues to splash.

On the fifteenth day, after a thousand tempers, the blade of the sword turned transparent red, without a single impurity, and I don't know how many processes were overlapped, the swordsmith finally stopped.

He pulled down the rope that hung in the upper left, and the water of the Dead Sea poured into the sword trough, and the smoke instantly filled the room.

The swordsmith stared nervously at the red sword-shaped light in the smoke.

These eyes are deep enough to absorb all the light, and the flame is contained in the eyes and slowly extinguished.

The smoke cleared, the final process was completed, and the cooled sword reflected the cold light.

The swordsmith picked up the sword, and with a slight swing, the iron of the sword was broken in two, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

The swordsmith grinned, his teeth as white as shells.

The swordsmith is Daylight, the son of the sword.

Three years have passed, and Bai Tian is already fifteen years old, and he has become a man, more robust and mature.

His handsome face was swarthy with flames, and his short jagged hair was soaked with sweat.

He had long ago completed the Trial of Blood and the Trial of Iron, the final Trial of Fire, a sword that would make him a man with a black hand.

During the three-year migration, the outside world has undergone changes.

One of the Four Noble Paths, the Thousand Feather Pavilion, was destroyed.

One of the Five Saints, the Mixed Yuan Martial Saint, was killed with a sword, and many cities were inexplicably slaughtered overnight.

There is also the war between Tianji and Wanchen, which has reached a white-hot stage with the addition of immortal cultivators, and so on.

These are some of the things that the day heard from the mouth of the sword clan transport team that traveled between the two continents of the north and south.

However, the changes in the outside world are too far away from him, and they have no effect on the isolated Sword Clan.

The changes that Daylight experienced were only changes in the Sword Clan and changes in himself.

The change in the sword clan is that the sword-wielding elder Jian Fenglei becomes the new patriarch, and the old patriarch Jian Qi retreats to the elder, and the two switch positions.

During the election of the new patriarch, Jian Li was very unhappy with the others, perhaps he felt that he was the best candidate for the patriarch.

The eldest brother, Jian Yusheng, created the perfect armor, completed the final trial of fire, and was the first to complete the coming-of-age ceremony and became a black hand.

Then the brothers completed the coming-of-age ceremony one after another, tattooed black hands, and were given their respective tasks by the patriarch, and the six sworn brothers became busy, and there was no time to get together to play together.

The day itself also changed, and the more he practiced, the more difficult it became, and it took him three years to rise from the fifth change of heart fire to the sixth change of consciousness.

After reaching the consciousness change, he has an additional ability, pre-reading, which can analyze the opponent's moves in advance, similar to a premonition, which can play a key role in battle.

The other brothers are all in the fifth change, only Jian Yusheng has reached the peak of the Mortal Realm and the seventh change qi to change, even if he does not deliberately cultivate, the aura of heaven and earth will be automatically absorbed and transformed into spiritual power.

There is also a system that has been accompanied by the day, which has not been used again for three years, and it is a pity to abandon it if it is tasteless.

The information on the panel, only the realm column changes.

day

Realm: The sixth layer of the Extraordinary Realm

System: CV Master

Grade: Entry-level 110250

CV point: 96

Description: Reach the seventh level of the Mortal Realm

Mission Progress: 67

Reward: 100 CV points

It seems that it is impossible for the system to grow without completing the task.

In addition to these, Daylight's greatest gain is in sword forging attainments.

His talent for sword forging was beyond anyone's expectations, and he was now the second swordsmith of the Sword Clan, second only to his father's sword dead.

At this moment, the day's face was solemn, looking at his work, the blade of the sword was three feet long, and a little raven's crystal was added to the basis of the extreme fire god iron, this crystal was produced in the upside-down mountain, and it had the effect of flying, which would make the sword lighter and faster.

There is also fairy iron, plus some unknown metals, each of which is a material of the ages.

The materials were all taken from my father's basement, where various materials were piled up.

The entire blade flowed with a dreamy red brilliance. After the blade is opened, it will be even sharper.

"My father will be amazed when he sees this sword. ”

The corners of Dayday's mouth raised a charming arc, this sword was created three years ago, and the name is abama.

During this period, he continued to use the secret technique of forging swordsmanship taught by his father, and incorporated materials to reforge and improve its quality.

The Arama Sword was forged from an ordinary blade to an iron-sharpened level, and then to a hundred refining level.

In the past three years, the day has only been for this sword, and just after the last reforge, the Wild True Sword has been qualified to leap to the master-level blade.

The physical forging of the Desolate True Sword has reached the extreme, as long as you wait to step into the second realm and enter the sea realm, learn how to use spiritual power, and then use spells to continue forging, sooner or later it will become a real master-level weapon.

However, the more carefully investigated, a small flaw jumped into the eyes of the day, and this flaw could not be smaller.

Daylight even regretted going to check the sword in his hand.

His eyes were filled with anger for a moment, and then extinguished in an instant, and his eyes seemed to be disappointed in his master, and gradually dimmed.

A trace of sorrow flashed between the eyebrows of the day, the corners of the mouth that had just been slightly raised were pursed into a straight line, and the facial expression became very stiff.

He stared at the flaw, infinitely magnified, and finally the Arama Sword was like scrap metal in his eyes.

Maybe it's a problem with the material, several rare materials may not be fully integrated, or maybe it's a problem with the forging process, nearly a million times of beating, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes.

In short, he is to blame for being too anxious, and it is not easy to refine into a sword.

The flaws of the Wild True Sword have appeared and cannot be remedied, so he can only silently suffer the bitter consequences of failure.

As the time passed, the day sighed, and the loss after the excitement seemed to fall from the sky to the earth.

Finally, he made a difficult decision, combined the hilt and blade that he had prepared in advance, and walked out of the swordsmithing room in a lonely manner.