On the wind platform, the scorching flames flashed in the ten Ding furnaces, accompanied by the hot sea breeze in summer, adding a bit of explosive atmosphere. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Facing the sun, Fengyulou's skin was fair, his eyes were focused, and he stared closely at the long sword burning in the Xuanhuo, and the raging Xuanhuo wrapped around the sword body, reflecting the beads of sweat on his forehead into a patch of blue.

At this moment, there is still half an hour left, and two of the ten people have completed the casting, but Fengyulou is not anxious, and in the afterglow, he already knows that the finished product cast by the two people is just a mere spiritual weapon, and there is no need to be afraid.

What reassured Fengyulou was Yuan Ke in front of the referee's table, he thought that Yuan Ke was nothing more than that, but when he saw He Qingping, who was a heavenly craftsman, and showed hope for Yuan Ke's drawings, Fengyulou knew that things were not so simple, and then he began to doubt his judgment.

Am I mistaken about him?

Fengyulou looked at the long sword that had been formed in the furnace, and after quenching, it must not be difficult to reach the fourth-grade Xuanqi, but his intuition told him that it was not enough to win the first place.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he gritted his teeth, as if he had made a big decision.

Fengyulou picked up the carving knife on the stone platform, aimed at his wrist, and stabbed it without hesitation, the carving knife was extremely sharp, slightly touching the skin, and a large drop of condensed blood rolled out, attached to the tip of the knife, wanting to drop.

Subsequently, Fengyulou recited words in his mouth, and made a decision with one hand, releasing the dazzling vitality of red to take off the blood and slowly throw it into the Ding Furnace.

As soon as the blood side entered the Ding furnace, a strange wind suddenly blew on the wind platform, and everyone in the field was shocked, and then saw the strange wind spinning and fluttering, forming a golden tornado, flying towards the wind and rain tower.

The law continued, and with a wave of the sleeves of the wind and rain building, the tornado took advantage of the situation, and he was detained into the Ding furnace. After a few moments, the law stopped, and the wind and rain building let out a long breath.

It took him all his energy in a moment.

Between the sounds, He Qingping's majestic eyes looked at Fengyulou, the corners of his mouth tightened, and then he shook his head slightly. At this time, another referee came from beside him: "This son is extraordinary, and with the position of a master craftsman, he can already make the art of blood sacrifice." Congratulations to the Master of Heavenly Craftsman, you have added another talent to the Sword Casting Pavilion! ”

Sighing slightly, He Qingping said: "Master Chu, He Xizhi, you and I both know that there are many taboos in the blood sacrifice method, not to mention the self-damage Shouyuan, the magic weapon produced may not be better, and he is just a mystic, how can he use the blood sacrifice technique, this is just a tiger with painted skin!" ”

The person surnamed Chu smiled slightly, and said with relief: "It's okay, there is an extraordinary breath coming out of the furnace, and this magic weapon is absolutely extraordinary." In my opinion, this name must be the wind and rain building. ”

The method used by the Wind and Rain Building is the method of blood sacrifice that every top caster will have, however, most of the foundries are reluctant to use this method, one is to damage the longevity, and the other is that if the timing is not right, the magic weapon from the blood sacrifice has a high chance to become a murder weapon, and then backfire on the caster.

However, if the blood sacrifice is successful, the magic weapon will carry a wisp of blood of the caster, and when it encounters an opportunity in the future, the magic weapon can be promoted, and even more, it can give birth to the soul of the instrument, and the soul of the instrument will go up, and it will become the spirit of the instrument, and at that time the magic weapon will have spirituality and extraordinary power.

In the whole world, there are three ways to let the magic weapon have a soul, the first is the method of the blood sacrifice of the caster, and the second is to use the soul of the demon beast as a guide, and the soul can also be born, but the success rate of this method is lower and the cost is very expensive. The last one, and the simplest, is to capture the blood soul of the soul clan and sacrifice the magic weapon.

For thousands of years, the Soul Race has been slaughtered and almost extinct.

In addition to these three, there is another way, only mentioned in ancient books, the legend of the birth of hundreds of millions of years of casting can give birth to the soul, so that the casting of the magic weapon, at the beginning of the soul, become a spiritual weapon, this kind of spiritual weapon, the growth potential is huge, the power is even more splitting the mountains and the sea, breaking the sky.

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In the blink of an eye, listening to the words of comfort beside him, He Qingping looked at the Ding furnace in front of Fengyulou, and the changes were the same, and then it slowly eased down.

It's just that, in the blink of an eye, two more people have completed the casting, and the atmosphere in the field is slightly lighter than before.

Looking up at Yuan Ke in front of him, the wind and rain tower extinguished the Xuanhuo, and as the Xuanhuo dissipated, suddenly, a sword roar floated out of the Ding furnace, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

This roar, as if from far to near, gradually became larger, and the moment the sword was taken out by the wind and rain building, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, exploding on the wind.

Airplanes!

The dragon's chanting voice led most of the disciples who were cultivating in the cave out, and they held on to the railing and looked down, and hundreds of eyes looked at the wind and rain tower together.

Fengyulou happily received everyone's attention, he smiled, and held the long sword in his hand in front of him.

This sword has a sword body that is two inches wide and three feet three inches long, and the hilt is one foot and one inch long, with a total length of four feet and four inches. As the vitality was slowly injected into the sword body, a burst of golden light emitted, like a rampaging dragon, flying and winding around the sword body, the blade was extremely sharp, waving slightly, as if it could tear the air.

Facing the long sword in his hand, the wind and rain building shouted in his mouth.

From now on, your name is Red Dragon!

As if in response to the words of the wind and rain tower, the red dragon sword suddenly let out a roar, and the golden light rushed out of the sword body, forming a huge arc, which shattered and dissipated in the sky above the wind riding platform.

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"Amazing, this sword already has a trace of sword intent!" The two referees behind He Qingping exclaimed in unison, "Six-grade Xuanqi, this son is really not simple!" ”

Since ancient times, there is a proverb that has been circulated among foundries, casting the meaning of the form, and casting the meaning is difficult.

This is also the watershed of the foundry, the foundry below the prefecture level, only its shape, not its meaning. And only by breaking through the earth level can the meaning be put into the form, and when it reaches the heaven level, it can melt the soul of the machine.

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As soon as the red dragon sword of the wind and rain building came out, it attracted all the attention, and in addition to envy, on the grotto, there were even people who were hanging over the river and offered a high price, wanting to take this red dragon into their pockets.

Fengyulou stood on the spot, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the self-confidence of ignoring everything was back! His eyebrows were raised, as if he had begun to celebrate this victory that belonged to him.

Yuan Ke stood in his position, and never looked back, but he already knew what happened on Fengyulou, a sword with sword intent was naturally not ordinary.

Then, with blazing eyes, looking at the filaments that exuded brilliant light on the stone platform, the hairpin he cast also reached the final stage.

Putting aside the idle wind and broken words, Yuan Ke nervously threw nine hundred and ninety-nine hair-thin castings into the Xuan Huo, and then entrusted them with his vitality to prevent them from sinking to the bottom of the Ding Furnace.

At this time, among the ten people, six people have completed the casting, and another person, when he saw the long sword in the hand of Fengyulou, in a hurry, the previous efforts were abandoned, and now, plus Yuan Ke, a total of three people have not yet been completed.

At this point, there is only one moment left!