Even those children of the Xiling family may not be able to accept the three different fires at once!

"Limit!"

A quarter of an hour later, Xu Huang received three kinds of strange fires, and his whole body seemed to be washed with sweat.

He received the three most blazing flames.

The cyan flame fox fire, the black hell karmic fire, the golden fire of punishment.

"Good!"

Ling Luo's eyes crossed with admiration, and he said, "Second Senior Brother can now reforge the high-grade spirit stone that Master gave you." ”

Xu Huang stretched out his hand, and three flames of different colors suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, intertwined, very gorgeous.

The rough embryo of the long sword, under the forging of these three different fires, the impurities were constantly removed, and there was a "crackling" sound in the flames.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the three-colored flame. The long sword is getting brighter and brighter, and the blade is getting sharper and sharper.

From a distance of three steps, several people could also feel the strong power coming from the thick embryonic long sword.

"Second Senior Brother, the second thing you lack is here." Ling Luo stretched out a hand, clenched it into a fist, put it on his chest, and struck it heavily, "Integrate the desires and beliefs in your heart into the long sword, the long sword has a spirit, it will echo you, and respond to you with its faith!" ”

A look of shock crossed Xu Huang's face.

He suddenly felt that the four years he had spent in the Holy Fire Hall had been wasted.

My understanding of refining tools is only superficial, and it is too superficial.

He used to just want to forge an indestructible long sword, but he didn't expect that only if the heart was hard enough, the sword could be broken!

Every famous sword embodies the painstaking efforts of the forger.

The reason why Ling Luo was so aware was most likely from the Chixiao Divine Sword that had followed him all year round.

She didn't know which master the forger of the Chixiao Sword was, but every time she held the Chixiao Sword, she could deeply feel the forger's faith.

The strength of the sword lies in the material of the sword, in the caster, and in the user.

Xu Huang realized something.

When he raised the forging hammer again, the power surging in his palm was suddenly more than ten times stronger than before!

Heart.

Xu Huang's whole mind was concentrated.

He sensed that his heart, with the sword in his hand, had established some kind of bond.

"Look!" Yan Yueyue's eyes widened, and she pointed to the thousand-pound forging hammer in Xu Huang's hand, "There's something on it!" ”

Ling Luo looked at Yan Yueyue's hand.

I saw that on the thousand-pound forging giant hammer, there was not only three different colors of different fires, but also a layer of dazzling white light that emerged.

In the dazzling white light, there is great power.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

The huge sound of forging resounded throughout the Refining Pavilion, tempered thousands of times.

The white dazzling light passed from the giant hammer to the rough embryo of the long sword.

The long sword was constantly refined, washed by that white light, and the entire sword body turned white.

About half an hour later, there was a sudden thunderclap in the sky.

"Boom-" sounded.

The thunder and lightning in the sky sensed the long sword forged by Xu Huang, and struck down from the Nine Heavens Firmament, slashing at the long sword with unmistakable accuracy.