The wind and snow are as old as ever.

The earth is vast.

A ray of cold blue light appeared, and it was fragrant in an instant, like a fleeting dream, a gentle dream, and like the rippling waves in the autumn water, the wind passed through the rippling waves, very delicate, very beautiful, like the woman's hibiscus snow greasy jade fingers, and like a willow sticking out.

The snow flakes fell, and landed on the sword, and there was an empty and clear crisp sound, and the aftermath echoed and trembled for a long time.

It's a long sword, a slender sword, and it's not like it's a sword.

On the body of the sword, there are still mottled spots that have not been polished after quenching, and the true color has not been seen, the green black is dull, and the blade is not visible.

But it is also a sword that kills.

The sword was in a jade hand, in Su Qing's hand.

The blue devil's hand was already in front of him, but when the sword light lit up, the terrible laughter in his mouth really turned into a scream like a ghost crying, and he roared loudly.

"Heh, this is also a sword?"

Su Qing only crossed the sword, and the sword body was already embedded between the fingers of the green devil's hand, and the attack was immediately decisive, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

He has wielded his sword.

His feet did not move, but he still stood under the eaves, and the snowflakes fell, splashing on the ends of his hair and falling on his eyebrows.

"Poof!"

A long sound of gold and iron was brought up in the iron hands, and the mottled sword body was actually waved and dragged by a drag, revealing a ray of cold light, as if the sword was sharpened by these iron hands.

The aftermath is not gone.

Yi cried but was already moved.

He saw that the sword in front of him had not had time to sharpen its blade, but now with a swing, it burst into a sword light, and the sword that did not see the edge was even more terrifying than the countless swords he had encountered in the past few decades.

Su Qing just stood in place, twisted his body slightly, his expression was flat, he raised his arm and swung his sword, the sword body was about four feet, but now it seemed to be a few feet longer between his swings, and above the tip of the sword, there was a section of green mangs that were disillusioned, unstable, and dazzling, like a green light in the wind and snow.

With a wave and a movement, the green light of the tip of the sword is clear and extinguished.

"Whoosh-"

"Ah, what a sword qi, what an amazing sword qi!"

The terrible qi machine plummeted, and Yi cried and screamed again and again.

The sword qi is chilling, pressing, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, turning in the wind and snow, Yi is crying and frightened, he is already retreating, retreating, retreating violently. While dodging and dodging, he was also counterattacking, swept out two or three zhang, the blue devil pushed and sent, and a ray of blue light suddenly shot towards Su Qing like an arrow volley, until the splash of "poof" in front of him turned into a cloud of turquoise poisonous mist.

"You,"

Yi wept under the dead tree on the corner of the street, let out a sinister smile, and the face that was as stiff as the bark of a dead tree finally had a rare change.

But the sword suddenly turned into a thousand afterimages, as if dancing out of a flower, and as if it turned into a light, the sword wind whistled by, and the poisonous mist was all twisted into the sword shadow, and the snow gathered and condensed.

The sword light flickered again, Su Qing had stopped his sword, the poisonous mist was gone, and on the ground, there was already a pale cyan ice slag.

Yi Wai's ghostly eyes flashed and flashed. "Okay, I'll help you today, it's not good for me, Su Qing, you wait for me-"

"Idiot!"

Su Qing stood by the sword, and glanced at Yi Wai faintly, his eyes were like looking at a dead man.

Yi Chai was speechless, because he had realized that something was wrong, his breathing had almost stopped, and the dead tree beside him suddenly "clicked", and on the trunk, a straight fine mark would emerge little by little,

"Click!"

With a bang, the dead tree broke off.

The tree has been broken, what will happen to the man under him?

It was a body that wanted to move, but it seemed to be frozen in place, he seemed to have only a pair of eyes that could still turn, his hands were difficult to move, and his feet were difficult to move, but he wanted to move, and a pair of blue eyes were full of struggle and horror.

"When?"

His voice was even more ugly, hissing.

Su Qing didn't answer and asked, "But a good sword?" ”

"You, you,"

Yi cried and wanted to say more, but then he found that he couldn't even speak.

The stiff body finally moved half a step forward in his struggle.

Then.

"Puff puff—"

Lines of blood flew diagonally on his body, the cloth was torn, and the blood mist erupted, only dyeing the snow all over his body red.

Su Qing didn't look at the corpse on the ground.

What he looked at was the sword, on the mottled sword body, the snowflakes fell, it melted in an instant, a ray of cold light loomed, Su Qing flicked the sword with his fingers, and the sword sounded clearly, like a jade trembling bead.

So.

He praised softly: "Good sword!" ”

When I looked up again, on the snow, Yi Wai's body was gone, and the blood was covered with snow in a blink of an eye.

In the blacksmith shop, a person stared at the bloodshot eyes, looking at the place where Yi Wai had stood before, his eyes were shocked and sighed, he was shocked by Su Qing's swordsmanship, and sighed at the power of the sword.

"The knife is also done!"

There was a surprise cry from inside the room, followed by a quenching "zi" sound.

A moment later.

Several people were ecstatic and guarded a sword and a sword.

The burly craftsman's eyes were eager, and he only trembled: "Although this pair of swords came out of the same room and furnace, the techniques used in forging are completely different, even the water used for quenching is not the same, this sword is taken from the water of the earth spring to practice, the tenacity is extraordinary, the sword body is warm and moist in all seasons, this knife is washed with the water of ice and snow, hard and domineering, just waiting to open the edge to sharpen the blade, sharpen the blade?" yes, it's not done yet! ”

Several people were scrubbing the grinding stones again.

"I wonder if the gentleman has already thought of a name?"

"Since this pair of swords is from the hands of you, let's name it after a few masters!" Seeing their crazy appearance, Su Qing couldn't help but shake his head and answered.

"So good, very good!"

Several people in the room were pleasantly surprised, and after that, there was no movement, only the sound of washing and grinding over and over again.

The morning snow melts into the twilight snow.

It's dark.

It wasn't until the drum was more startled that I saw a loud voice in the room.

"Haha, it's finally done, it's finally done!"

Su Qing had been waiting for a long time, and when he heard the sound, he had opened his eyes from the middle of his mind.

As soon as he opened his eyes, as far as his eyes could see, he saw a flash of blue sword light flashing from his eyes.

The sword has revealed its true color, the sword body is shiny, but there is a wisp of green on the spine of the sword, but the hilt of the sword is a piece of cold, the whole body is cast of muddy iron, and it is finely carved on it, as if engraved with the shape of water and fire, full of ancient charm.

Immediately after that, there are the knives.

The blade is actually dull and gray, only the edge of the blade is shiny, the cold light is like a lightning flash, and the texture on it is natural, like a cloud flying mist, elegant and ancient.

"Okay, hahaha, I have no regrets in my life, wow, poof!"

As soon as the sword came out, the man holding the sword suddenly laughed loudly, but unexpectedly, a strange flush suddenly rose on his face, and the laughter was not stopped, and a mouthful of blood was splashed on the sword.

Seven days of sleeplessness, this person was already haggard, mental wear and tear, and now his emotions are uplifting, and he doesn't want to vomit blood on the spot.

Seeing this, Su Qing sighed secretly, stepped forward and put one hand against his vest, performed his luck, and massaged, and the craftsman eased up, like a serious illness, but it was still difficult to hide his joy.

Su Qing asked curiously, "What's the name of the sword?" ”

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sent the sword to the door, and there were a few snowflakes on the sword.

"Snow Shadow!"

He slashed the blade of the knife horizontally, cutting through the wind and snow, and the blade seemed to make a crisp sound, but it was the strange sound caused by the fierce wind sweeping over the texture on it.

"Lone Hong!"

The name of the sword is Snow Shadow, and the name of the sword is Gu Hong.

Su Qing nodded.

"Thank you, I wrote it down!"

After taking the scabbard and scabbard that had been prepared for a long time, several craftsmen reluctantly handed the sword to Su Qing, full of complexity.

"Dare to ask sir, this pair of swords may be famous?"

Su Qing smiled faintly.

"Naturally!"

The eyes of the five suddenly lit up.

Su Qing took the sword, turned around and stepped into the wind and snow, and gentle words came.

"In less than two years, the world will be shocked!"

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