Although Yuriko Ono has the qualifications of a queen and likes to control everything, now everything is out of her control, so she has to pray for the blessing of Amaterasu. Looking at Myofa Muramasa, who was constantly trembling in the magma lake, he didn't feel a trace of worry between his eyebrows.

"Alright."

Kozhemura took the iron tongs from Murakami Akiba with a solemn concentration, put Myohomura on the forging table, picked up a silver hammer and began to forge it, the method he used was very different from the Japanese school of forging sword casting methods, and different from the traditional cross forging, excerpt wood forging, short book forging, wood leaf forging, etc., it was completely a strange method, which made people look at a cold and soft beauty, like the misty falling snow above the nine heavens, pure and flawless, and cold and moving, Looking at the forging of Xiao Zhe Murafu, it is completely a contradictory artistic individual of beauty and obscenity, which strongly impacts the visual cells.

Although the technique of the little Zhemura is special, but every hammer that falls on the Miaofa Muramasa seems to have an invisible force to eliminate most of the force into the invisible, even if he tries his best, he can't imprint the snowflake mark on the body of the Miaofa Muramasa, the whole blade becomes smoother and smoother, and the scriptures of the "Myoho-kyo-kyo-renge" on the blade of the knife are becoming clearer and clearer. The vicissitudes of the weather-beaten Myohomura gradually dissipated with his forging, and the vitality surged from within.

What Tetsumura didn't know was that if he wanted to reforge the Myoho Muramasa, he would have to completely destroy the scriptures of the Myoho-kari-lotus Sutra on the sword, otherwise the Zen in the sword would continue to be generated, changing the temperament of the entire sword, and no matter how profound his skills were, he would not be able to shake its roots.

After three days and three nights of forging, Tetsumura was already exhausted, both mentally and physically, but he didn't dare to be sloppy at all, tensed his nerves, gritted his teeth and persevered, otherwise he would lose all his efforts, such a loss was something he couldn't bear, and Yuriko Ono wouldn't spare him.

Kozhemura looked at Myoho Muramasa who seemed to be plated with a layer of mercury, and a smile finally appeared on his tired face, the long time of forging had made his arm a little numb, but now he only needed to quench Myohomuramasa, and after quenching, his mission was completed.

Everyone looked at the movements of the little philosopher, and they knew that the Miaofa Village had reached the last moment, as long as it was quenched, a new Miaofa Village was about to be born, although it was only symbolic, but what difference did it make, and there were several opportunities to show its edge in the hands of those in power.

Sneer...

As a thick white mist rises in the cold pool, they are ethereal like immortals, as if they are not in the barren cave of Mount Fuji but in a certain immortal cave. Suddenly, a vast golden Buddha light burst out from the cold pool.

Great light fire, great Bodhi light, immeasurable longevity light, for a time the whole cave is like the Western Buddha country Elysium realm, everywhere bursts of sandalwood, Sanskrit sound is lingering, all the people present are all murderous demon kings, evil executioners, and now there is a desire to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha.

"That's what I smelled. For a while, the Buddha was defending the country, and only the tree was given to the lonely garden. Together with the great bhikshu monks, there are 1,250 people, all of whom are great arhats, and they are all knowledgeable: Elder Sariputta, Maha Gandharan, Mahakasya, Mahakajanyan, Maha Kushira, Libharata, Shuri Pandha, Nanda, Ananda, Rahula, Chovan Poti, Bintou Lupola, Karutha, Mahajabina, Bokhara, Anaruta, and so on. And the Bodhisattvas Mahasattva: Prince Manjushri, Ayita Bodhisattva, Gandharati Bodhisattva, Constant Diligence Bodhisattva, and so on. and the Buddha and the Buddha, etc., the immeasurable heavens and the masses..." Abruptly, ethereal Sanskrit sounds came from far away.

"Ah, how so? Impossible, impossible. The ethereal "Amitabha Sutra" woke up the little philosopher who was immersed in the infinite light of the Buddha, and looked at the glorious and miserable Miaofa Muramasa in his hand, and roared like crazy.

"Little Tetsukun, little Tetsukun, Yamamoto-kun caught him." Yuriko Ono saw that the little Tetsumura man was crazy and turned the Miho Village, who was still held by the iron tongs, suddenly lost his face.

"Hi" Taro Yamamoto agreed in a deep voice, the katana in his hand seemed to be a practice across the air, and the people around him suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of them, and then took a closer look at Taro Yamamoto's knife had been slashed on the iron tongs held by Kotetsumura.

"Bang, poof"

In the blink of an eye, Taro Yamamoto stepped and twisted his waist and dodged to the front of Kozhemurafu, and with a knife in his left hand, he directly cut him unconscious, and fell into the dust with Myofa Village, everything was completed in the light of calcium carbide fire, and everyone present gasped, feeling that the cold wind on his neck was biting, and it was cold.

"Knife drawing?" Ichiro Dohi's eyes shrank, as if he had seen something incredible, and his heart was pressed down, and he began to be wary of the inconspicuous Taro Yamamoto in front of him.

It's terrible, originally the sword drawing technique is just a popular trick in Japan, basically every samurai will have this move, but this trick is easy to learn and difficult to master, fast and accurate is the essence, but who can do this, a mountain is higher than a mountain, the strong are more strong, no one can do the fastest, only faster, Ichiro Tsuchichi seems to see the extreme of this move in Taro Yamamoto, as fast as lightning, swift as the wind.

"Wake him up." Yuriko Ono looked at Tetsumura Kotsumura who fell to the ground in disgust and commanded.

"Hey." Immediately, two samurai picked up the wooden barrel next to them, scooped out a bucket of cold water directly from the cold pool, and poured it on the face of the villager.

"It's over, it's over, it's all over." Xiao Zhe Murafu woke up from a coma with a cold water, his tired face turned even paler, his eyes had long been out of focus, and he muttered to himself blankly.

"Little Zhe Villager, what the hell is going on, you explain it to me clearly." Yuriko Ono stared at Kotsu Murafu with sneering eyes, and she had long lost her original politeness.

"The fetish is obscure." The little philosopher shook his head, the confidence in his heart collapsed in an instant, and he lost his soul like a poor worm, of course no one would sympathize with him.

"What do you mean?" Yuriko Ono suddenly had a bad feeling and asked in a panic.

"Alas, I blame me for being too confident, I didn't expect that Miaofa Village has already been psychic, and any change is regarded as blasphemy by it, not to mention that I am far from the skill of the empty cicada master, and Miaofa Village is not bending, and has already self-extinguished. In the future, this Myoho Muramasa will become an ordinary katana, which is inferior to an ordinary Muramasa, except for the above "Myoho-kyo-kyo-renge-sutra". The little Zhemurafu, who had regained some of his spirits, said quietly.

"This?"

Everyone was stunned, no one expected that there would be such a situation, could it be that the 'Curtain Falling Movement' would also die halfway like this Miaofa Muramasa? All of them were gloomy.

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"Alas, it's a pity." After listening to Liu Sheng's story, looking at the Miao Fa Village in front of him, Hao Lao couldn't help beating his chest, his face full of regret.

As a swordsmith born in China, what is the most desirable thing is nothing more than peerless divine weapons such as Chixiao and Chengying, but if it is a grandmaster-level work in front of him, even if it is the enemy of the Japanese on the other side, it is also a rare treasure, and his mood can be imagined when such a weapon is destroyed in front of a swordsmith.

"Hao Lao, isn't it just a Miaofa Muramasa, even if it's still a grandmaster-level baby, it has nothing to do with us, I got a fire spirit sword a while ago, and I have time to go to the capital, how about letting you play carefully?" Hao Lao's appearance made Liu Sheng couldn't help but laugh for a while, as a master who really loves his career, Liu Sheng looked at his expression a little unbearable, so he threw out the matter of the Fire Spirit Sword.

"Fire Spirit Sword? Is this true? Hao Lao's eyes suddenly lit up, as a senior sword-casting master-level figure, he was a treasure for the ancient famous swords, and the name of the fire spirit sword was even more thunderous.

"Hehe, old man, you can be regarded as a blessing for eyes, I have seen the fire spirit sword with my own eyes, and it is the same as the legend, but you have to make a lot of effort when you see it." When Song Lao saw Hao Lao's appearance, he couldn't help but turn his eyes to his heart, and he put Hao Lao in with his backhand.

"What do you mean, Old Song?" Hao Lao is also an old man, and he has long heard that Song Lao has something to say.

Gently I go,

As I come gently;

I beckoned gently,

Be the clouds of the western heavens.

The golden willows on the banks of the river,

is the bride in the sunset;

Bright shadows in the waves,

It ripples in my heart.

"What, things have changed, I'll go back right away." Liu Sheng suddenly changed color when he answered the phone, and said a little anxiously.

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