More than four hours passed, and the sun slowly approached the horizon, and the sunlight stretched everyone's shadows, covering the huge Heavenly Sword light field with a shadow.

The clouds floated, turning red and dim.

On the last day of December, the days were extremely short.

At the same time, the sword sacrifice selection has also entered the final half.

Ye Ziqing looked at the list in his hand, hid in his mask and let out a sneer-

The last two swordsmiths are probably the highlight of this sword sacrifice ceremony.

However, in the face of such powerful creativity of swordsmiths from various countries this year and the amazing swords they brought, I don't know if the latter two will have a chance of winning.

She looked at the white-clothed highness out of the corner of her eye, trying to find a trace of panic or anxiety on the other party's usual indifferent face—

However, this did not turn out as expected.

On that delicate face, which was as handsome as the sun and moon in the sky, I saw an expression that was as indifferent to the world as usual.

Tiandao Yuluo calmly clasped his hands and looked coldly ahead.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

Perhaps, according to the words that His Highness often said—

These garbage are just playing better garbage than in previous years.

Ye Ziqing withdrew his eyes and let out a chuckle.

I don't know if this highness will have such an invincible look after losing the sword sacrifice selection.

Her eyes opened slightly, and she couldn't help but look forward to it.

……

Li Shiluo, a swordsmith from the Sword Country, is an iceberg beauty, with a pair of eyes as cold as the moon, coupled with an indifferent expression that has not changed for tens of thousands of years, always holding his hands in front of his chest, and walking as if the air would not flow.

According to Ye Ziqing's understanding of her, this person is a good match with Tiandao Yuluo.

Both of them wanted to raise their nostrils to the sky.

It's completely different from her own cold temperament-

What Li Shiluo brought with him was a fire-type sword.

The scorching flames burned on the field, towering into the sky like a giant pillar, until half of the sky was burned red, as if the sun had fallen to the ground, causing the temperature on the field to rise sharply.

Then, from the middle of the field, the pillars of flame that gathered at the beginning spread out in all directions, forming a large cross—

Spin it up quickly.

The crowd was forced by the scorching force from the center of the field to raise their hands to cover their mouths and noses, leaving only a pair of eyes outside to watch the frenetic hellish scene in amazement.

The cross-shaped flame swirls on the ground, forming a circle, and the flame burns upward, making it look like a closed cone from the periphery.

"The flames released by the Fire Spiral Cross Sword are not only like this, as long as they encounter a living body, they can continue to burn through erosion and rely on his power, and release and transmit it outward."

Li Shiluo's expression was solemn, and he said coldly with a cold-eyed look that was the enemy of the world, "That is to say, life is endless, and the flame is not extinguished. This is a flaming sword that can slaughter cities. ”

Slaughter of the City –

Ye Ziqing was slightly stunned, and the tragic scene of that day more than a hundred years ago resurfaced in his mind.

From the perspective of transmission and using life as a source of power, the effect of this sword is very similar to that of the blood beasts of the past.

The fear in her heart made her fingers tremble slightly.

If it is really as Li Shiluo said, this may really be a sword of city slaughter.

Li Shiluo took everyone's fear into his eyes, and then retracted his sword with satisfaction, still with a cold expression, and walked back to his rest area without saying a word.

This vigorous and resolute style is really ......

But he shook his head, a wry smile appeared on his face.

He used to be Li Shiluo's apprentice, not so much that she was cold on the outside, but because she was afraid that the heat in her heart would hurt her surroundings, right?

No one knew that under that cold expression, what a pure and inexpressive heart was hidden, transparent and beautiful like a jewel.

She could have communicated with people in a way that was not so old-fashioned and cold, poisonous and full of sarcasm, how lonely she should have been when she chose this path......

But he let out a sigh, and a smile appeared on his immature face.

It was after she had been tempered that she might be more comfortable than anyone else when she came to the side of the right hand of God.

How similar the two swordsmiths were towards the outside world.

And their hearts are diametrically opposed.

He turned around and looked at His Highness in White, beside him.

"That sword just now is quite terrifying, it can burn when it encounters a living thing, and it can easily destroy a city."

Tiandao Yu Luo raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him lightly.

"Who knows, it's good to think it's true. The flame itself will have its indelible shortcomings, right? ”

"Indelible flaws?"

But he frowned suspiciously, and stood quietly beside him.

Seeing his thoughtful expression, the corners of Tiandao Yunguang's mouth rose slightly in a good mood.

"Where in the world there is an absolutely perfect sword, everything has its weaknesses, especially for those things that seem more perfect, more invulnerable, and more powerful, their weaknesses are even more deadly."

The right hand of the god tightened his smile and said earnestly, "So, to find these things, to discover the characteristics of things and their weaknesses, is an important lesson for swordsmiths. ”

"Yes, Your Highness." But he nodded respectfully.

Heavenly Dao Yuluo's eyes were cold and deep.

Except for the truth, the rest is not important to him-

Why do people exist.

……

Hua Yun, the swordsmith of the Wind Sword Country, brought a purple Wind Thunder Long Sword.

It is possible to form a large enclosed wind power stand within ten meters, which looks like a pitch-black ball filled with thunder and lightning.

Within this range, the sword-wielder itself will be blessed by the wind and thunder, can move at high speeds, and can mobilize the lightning inside to attack at will.

Hua Yun flickered back and forth inside at an unusually strange speed, occasionally catching a flash of human figure through the spherical lightning shield, and overall, he was not much different from the flowing lightning that existed around him.

However, as a result, the wind power created by this sword was not as easy to control as the swordsmith imagined-

When it closed from the air, Hua Yun's whole person rushed out at an extremely fast speed, and everyone obviously saw the panicked look on the face of this crazy middle-aged man.

"Get out of the way! Dangerous! ”

He almost shouted, waving his hands in the air for everyone to dodge.

But his voice travels far as fast as thunder and light.

Out of control, he slanted and threw himself straight to the ground.

The electric light behind it quickly shrank inward like a leaking balloon, and then he dragged it, dragging a powerful and huge electric light, and falling to the ground at an extremely fast speed.

The faces of the people were horrified.