"Okay!"

In front of the four huge windbags, four burly men roared angrily, holding the two square wooden handles with both hands.

The muscles and muscles on their arms erupted like dragons, and two solid muscles stretched out of Chiguo's back.

With the push of the wooden handle, the bellows puff out a strong air flow, and the flames in the furnace dome evaporate, illuminating the entire space.

Under the Ding Furnace, the Great Spiritual Fire Array also suddenly accelerated, and the pure fire from the ground was continuously extracted and injected into the furnace.

The silver sword in the furnace underwent another metamorphosis, and the silver slowly faded into a transparent colorless state.

Only the blood streak on the spine of the sword became clearer and clearer!

Ye Changsheng gritted his teeth, his scarred hands grasped the pliers, and carefully fixed the pliers on a bracket.

At this step, he collapsed in his wheelchair with a pale face, but his eyes sparkled with joy.

After three years of hard work, it was not in vain, and this ethereal sword was finally completed!

Excited, Ye Changsheng coughed violently a few times.

The Ethereal Sword is the Sword of Natal Destiny, and although the cultivation of the Immortal has improved a lot, the difficulty of forging the sword has also increased accordingly.

His will, his body, was in a state of severe overdraft.

A drop of natal essence blood consumed a lot of Ye Changsheng's vitality, and this drop of essence blood was his last drop of natal essence blood.

The ethereal sword was forged by him with his life.

Sledgehammer hurriedly took out a medicine bottle and fed two Qi and Blood Pills that replenished vitality into Changsheng's mouth.

On the periphery of the Ding Furnace, a group of swordsmiths looked at the back of the young hall master in awe, and everyone was deeply shocked by the previous scene.

The father and daughter of the Hong family stood at the front, and their faces were incredible.

Hong Yuntao had observed the previous eight sword casting, but he had never seen today's supernatural appearance.

The Ye family's sword-forging secret technique is really breathtaking, and it deserves its reputation.

It's a pity that this kind of mastery is in the hands of Changsheng, and I'm afraid it will become a swan song.

Seeing Changsheng come forward, Hong Yuntao asked nervously, "Changsheng, how is it?"

Ye Changsheng opened his eyes tiredly and said hoarsely: "Shibo, the most important link has been completed. ”

So, the ethereal sword was successfully forged?

Hong Yuntao couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said excitedly: "Okay, good, three years of hard work has finally not been in vain!"

Hong Xiaowan's eyes flashed with brilliance, and she looked curiously at the long sword in the furnace: "This is the ethereal sword?"

Hong Yuntao's eyes were full of smiles, and he nodded proudly: "This is the ethereal sword, the sword body is psychic, immaculate and flawless, countless sword cultivators in the Tianxuan Continent, the coveted sword of the soul!"

"It looks ordinary. Hong Xiaowan said with some doubts.

The ethereal sword at this moment was far less amazing than it looked before, if she hadn't been staring at it from behind, she would have thought that Ye Changsheng had dropped this sword.

"Ordinary?"

Hong Yuntao smiled dumbly: "Not to mention the mental effort spent on immortality, just the materials used to cast this sword, there are hundreds of kinds, among which there are rare heavenly and earthly treasures in the world, can you say that it is ordinary?"

Hong Yuntao looked at his daughter and smiled: "The most important thing is that this sword is infused with ruthless tears!"

"Ruthless tears?

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "The descendants of the divine refining bloodline can condense nine drops of natal essence blood in their lifetime, and one drop of natal essence blood is enough to make an ordinary long sword reborn, with a powerful edge and sword qi. Where the essence and blood go, the edge is ruthless, so the natal essence blood is called ruthless tears. ”

Hong Xiaowan couldn't help but suddenly say happily: "A ruthless tear is still like this, and the ethereal sword is integrated into nine ruthless tears, isn't it even more ruthless?"

"Yes," Ye Changsheng said lightly, "Although the sword is ruthless, what is even more ruthless is actually people. ”

Hong Xiaowan's heart jumped suddenly, and she looked at Ye Changsheng in disbelief.

Ye Changsheng smiled and said to Lu Wanfang: "Elder Lu, I'll come back in two hours, and let's take this sword together." ”

Lu Wanfang hurriedly nodded: "Young hall master, don't worry, there is an old decay, nothing will go wrong!"

A cold light flashed in Hong Yuntao's eyes, and he glanced at his daughter.

Hong Xiaowan understood, stepped forward, and said distressedly: "Brother Changsheng, Wan'er will send you back to rest!"

"Good. ”

The wheelchair left the Sword Casting Hall, and the two heavy doors closed again, cutting off from the outside world.

Hong Yuntao also wanted to go out, but he couldn't rest assured that he couldn't get rid of the ethereal sword in the furnace.

Fortunately, he had already laid everything out, so there was nothing to worry about.

Just wait for her daughter to dispose of Ye Changsheng, and everything will be worry-free.

On the stone road of the Sword Casting Hall, the cool wind blew, and Ye Changsheng was refreshed.

Looking at a pile of smoky stones on the side of the road, he couldn't help but smile faintly, Hong Yunhai was dead.

Hong Xiaowan didn't notice the abnormality, and her face was relaxed.

Today, there are such stone piles all over the Sword Casting Hall, some are dedicated to the god of fire, some are to worship the god of the mountain, and some are to worship the ancestor, so she naturally can't see the difference.

A trace of coldness flashed in Hong Xiaowan's eyes, and she said with a smile: "Brother Changsheng, let's go to the Desperate Rim to watch the sunset, I haven't been there for a long time." ”

Loveless?

"Good. ”

After changing his clothes, a carriage carrying Ye Changsheng and Hong Xiaowan drove out of the Sword Casting Hall.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the sunset is full of sky.

The cold wind swept slowly, blowing Changsheng's white hair, Hong Xiaowan's colorful dress.

Hong Xiaowan pushed the wheelchair and walked on the path up the mountain, her eyes gradually becoming cold.

"Brother Changsheng, what are you thinking?"

Couldn't it be a different question?" Ye Changsheng retracted his gaze and said lightly: "Of course I'm thinking about the Ethereal Sword, if my father learns that I have successfully forged the sword, he will definitely be happy for me." ”

Hong Xiaowan leaned over, leaned next to Ye Changsheng's ear, and said softly: "Brother Changsheng, do you know that in fact, the death of your parents was not an accident. ”

The red lips brought a touch of dampness, and Hong Xiaowan smiled: "That day, it was actually Liu Jingye who moved his hands and feet in the material, which caused the furnace to explode, killing your parents and making you half paralyzed. ”

Hong Xiaowan could feel Ye Changsheng's abruptly paused breathing, as well as her stiff body, and she smiled more and more flatteringly.

"Brother Changsheng, do you remember the head of the Sword Casting Hall who was expelled by you, Huang Taiyu, in fact, he didn't have a penny of money, all the evidence was fabricated. ”

"There is also the head of the guard of the Sword Casting Hall, Lei Gang, in fact, he was not killed by the robbers, but by the samurai around him. ”

Ye Changsheng listened quietly, pain flashing in his eyes.

Yes, the same thing he had heard once in his previous life, but when he heard it again, it still hurt his heart.

Not only Lei Gang, Huang Taiyu, he can also name a lot of names, names that have disappeared in the past three years.

They are not just names, but human lives, living human lives!

"Why?" The inertia of fate was so strong, Ye Changsheng asked in an astringent voice with tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.