Now that we have entered the second half of the swordsmith selection, there are two more swords to determine the winner.

At the same time, the title of Seventh-Order Sword Master can also be determined.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but clench their fists nervously, and cast their eyes on Ye Ziqing and Zhao Mofeng in the field.

Zhao Mofeng still has an expressionless zombie face, and Ye Ziqing is wearing the mask of a jade-faced fox, so he can't see the expression on his face clearly.

The real situation is clear to only the two of them.

Especially Ye Ziqing, she can roughly guess her current situation, if nothing else, this time she really wants to plant.

When he saw the next sword presented to the top-grade sword seat, Wei Gong suddenly felt stable.

……

This is a sword with a faint golden light all over its body, and it may be a bit far-fetched to say that it is one, because I don't know what the principle of action is, at the grip of its hilt, there are several small swords that are spinning rapidly, maintaining a certain bond relationship with the mother sword in the center.

According to Emiya's idea, the three small lightsabers are like satellites defending the earth.

The light generated by the sword connected the three small spinning swords, and held in the hand as if holding a medieval European-style spear, but the length of the sword was significantly shorter.

Yes, this sword is only about 80 centimeters long, which is a little shorter than a normal sword and slightly longer than a short sword.

When Ye Ziqing gently swiped her fingers across the sword body, she only felt a warm and soft force grow from above, spreading along her fingers into her body.

The heart, which was still a little restless, suddenly calmed down.

However, the next moment, Ye Ziqing's pupils suddenly shrank inward, and his heart beat violently.

The material of this sword, like the previous Wind of Light, can still only see part of it, and as for the fine structure of the three small swords and the sword body, Ye Ziqing can't quite figure it out.

Even more terrifying......

Ye Ziqing faintly had an ominous premonition in his heart-

God-grade materials are the most easily recognizable ingredients for sword masters, because they are scarce in number, the effect is amazing, and they often have indelible individual characteristics in them, but this sword ......

Ye Ziqing didn't find the divine material in her impression at the first time, even if it was a legendary national treasure-level divine product, she couldn't match it with known characteristics.

The materials of this sword, even if it is the part that she can identify, are basically some low-priced materials below the emperor grade, which are completely different from the previous three swords, whether it is the Water Moon Sword, or the Wind of Light, or the Light and Fire Dragon Flying Sword, they more or less use god-grade auxiliary materials, which will not take away the main position of the sparkling stone, and can improve the quality of the sword very well.

But the sword looks ...... It doesn't seem to be going in that direction.

Perhaps because of this, the sense of subjectivity of the sparkling stone is very strong, and the sword body is shaking in circles and ripples, spreading from the tip of the sword to the hilt, holding it as if holding an expanding light wave.

I don't know why, Ye Ziqing didn't feel in his heart that the power of this sword would be smaller than those forged with god grade......

She quickly closed her eyes, not daring to continue looking at the halo that almost sucked people in, perhaps, in the remaining part she didn't know, the swordsmith used a very special god-level material.

Seeing this, a light flashed in Tiandao Yuluo's eyes, and he clasped his hands coldly in front of his chest, as if he was thinking about the same problem as Ye Ziqing.

"Looks like another terrible sword."

But when he heard him say this, he couldn't help but put away his contempt and sat his upper body straight.

At the moment, he still thought that this sword was inferior to the previous ones in terms of shape and strength......

Tiandao Yuluo is known as the right hand of the gods, and his attainments in sword casting are world-renowned, and at the same time, because he has cast too many swords, he is not inferior to Ye Ziqing in terms of sword ability, even if he is far away, he can sense the difference of that sword.

A natural dish made entirely from the most simple ingredients to bring out the original flavor and deliciousness of "fish".

Regardless of the price of ingredients, it's really hard to say which chef cooks the more delicious......

After some efforts, Ye Ziqing still couldn't distinguish one or two materials, so she had to do her best to record the parts she could identify on paper.

Then after Zhao Mofeng also finished answering, the two answers were forwarded to the judges at the back.

"It's ......"

When comparing their answers with the list of materials submitted by the swordsmith, the presidents' eyes widened in surprise.

They looked at each other as if they had seen something terrible.

When everyone in the audience saw the change in their expressions, they also tugged at their hearts, not understanding what was happening.

"Looks like the results are out......"

A smile appeared on the corner of Tiandao Yuluo's mouth.

"Huh? His Highness said......" but looked at the room in disbelief, and the people on the judges' bench were leaving their seats one after another, and they were engaged in urgent discussions.

Nothing that happened escaped the eyes of the old man on the throne.

"Yo, it looks like something interesting happened."

There was a glimmer of brilliance in his eyes, and he was no longer in the same state of pretending to die as before.

He propped himself up with a withered hand, and then slapped away the hand of the officer who had come over to support him.

"I'm still in good health, what is there to help."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The internal official was sincerely frightened, and quickly retreated to the side.

Qi Chongyu's gaze stared straight at the chief judge of the judging table below, the vice president of the Heavenly Sword National Sword Association [Yan Lishen], and tried to calm his tone, "What, is there a result?" ”

Yan Lishen hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Qi Chongyu nodded and continued to ask, "Is it effective, without any cheating or other human interference?" ”

Yan Lishen hurriedly exchanged glances with his colleagues around him, then turned around and bowed slightly, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

"That's good." Emperor Chong Sword had never been so serious, as if his two eyes had also returned to the same size, he turned around, put his hands on his chest, and faced the audience, "Since that's the case, then you can just announce the results." ”

As soon as he said this, the audience fell silent.

The selection of the swordsmith is not over yet, because the last sword has not been presented, and there can only be one result just said-

That is, the title battle of the seventh-order sword master has ended.