Outside the sword-casting pool, Broken Waves sat on the rockery.

At this time, he was silent in the previous picture, and he was really shocked by the cheap master.

The fangs burst out, and the scalp was about to burst.

That's the posture that a strong man should have, and the wind and clouds take people's lives, so he is thinking about life.

"Master!"

Seeing Bai Ning coming out of the sword-casting pool, Broken Waves hurriedly jumped off the rockery and ran over and knelt down: "Please forgive Master." ”

"Why do you kid kneel at every turn?"

Bai Ning shook his head: Then what do you think is wrong? ”

"The disciple should not be carried away by the woman, nor should he kill Mrs. Ao without authorization."

"Wrong, all wrong."

Broken Waves lowered his head and listened humbly.

Bai Ning Zhengse said: "Your mistake is that you are too weak, your weakness is the biggest mistake, and the biggest voice in the rivers and lakes is your own strength." It's a trivial matter for you to lust for women, and it's also a trivial matter to kill Lady Ao, so hurry up and get stronger, and don't let me down. ”

"Yes, Master."

Broken Waves trembled slightly, and his gaze was extremely firm.

Bai Ning nodded: "If Mrs. Ao dies, there will be no one to control the overall situation, which is a bit troublesome, but she can barely come in handy for her son, don't let the news get out for the time being, we will live here for a while." ”

"Understood, disciple will go."

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At the same time, the Sword Forge Villa was a few miles away.

A group of people were distancing themselves from the Sword Casting Villa, led by a young man in a robe, with a majestic and handsome appearance, followed by more than a dozen subordinates.

Earlier, when he saw his mother rushing out of the room with something, he felt that something was wrong, and when he looked over, he was frightened.

Mother fell in a pool of blood,

The backer of Sword Forge Villa, the sword demon, is also dead,

He knew that something had happened to the Sword Casting Villa, and if he didn't leave, he might be the next one, so he didn't have time to grieve, so he escaped with more than a dozen henchmen as bodyguards.

"Young master, where are we going?"

???? Aotian's face was decadent, just after the pain of losing his mother, his eyes were red: "They are coming for Hei Han, we will spread the news of Hei Han, so that they will die without a place to be buried." ”

???? The sadness in Aotian's heart turned into hatred, as the young owner of the Sword Casting Villa, he was full of spirit, who knew that he would face this kind of pain equivalent to annihilation.

He is young, although he has first-class peak strength, but the sword demons are dead, and his whole person is scared stupid, where dare to go to the enemy to take revenge, it is unrealistic.

Therefore, he pinned his hopes on those Jianghu masters who were good friends with Sword Casting Villa.

"Where are you going?"

????“ Who!? ”

I don't know when, the broken waves have appeared a few feet away, and the Huolin Sword in his hand is shining with a crimson luster.

Aotian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he roared: "Give it to me, kill him!" ”

As soon as Aotian's words fell, more than ten subordinates had not moved, and the broken waves moved, and the whole person was like a fierce beast, directly killing this team, and the blood was gushing like a spring, dyeing the ground scarlet.

Broken Lang grabbed Aotian's neck, with an evil smile on his face: "Want to go? ”

"Don't go, don't go......"

Aotian's whole person was scared, his name is Aotian, and he is usually quite proud, but he can't be proud in front of the broken waves.

Seeing that the other party was a little upland, Broken Wave threw him to the ground: "Come with me, I'll cut your dog's leg if you want to run, if you don't believe it, you can try it." ”

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In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Under the persecution of the broken waves, Aotian took charge of the Sword Casting Villa, and he usually ignored the villa, but he kept the villa in order, and Mrs. Ao's death did not attract anyone's attention.

Since that day, the cultivation of Broken Waves has become more and more desperate.

With his qualifications, coupled with the peerless exercises he obtained from the Lingyun Cave, as well as the Blood Bodhi given by Bai Ning, not to mention the recovery from his injuries, his martial arts are also improving day by day.

At this time, the sword forging pool is inside.

"What do you think?"

After half a month of hard work, the sword caster finally handed over the 'Tianwen' created by the sword embryo.

After receiving Tianwen, Bai Ning's sword finger brushed over the sword, and then the hilt of the sword,

"A good sword, but it lacks too much sharpness."

"That's natural, it's just made of ordinary materials, I'm just letting you see if you're satisfied?"

Bai Ning said with a smile: "This Tianwen itself was created by the best swordsmith in the Chu Kingdom, it is a famous sword among famous swords, and the appearance is also constructed to the extreme, if you want me to pick a bone in the egg, I can't pick it out." ”

"I really can't find fault with it, so I'll start it."

"Need my help?"

The swordsmith thought for a while, and said with a smile: "How can the strongest sword in heaven and earth come out without blood, if I can, I need three kinds of blood, which are 'greed', 'anger', and 'foolishness' are also three kinds of sword hearts." ”

"No, I don't."

Bai Ning's tone was flat: "When the time comes, use my blood to sacrifice the sword." ”

Bu Jingyun, Sword Greed, and Broken Waves are all too weak, and their sword hearts are also weak. To be honest, Bai Ning really can't look down on it, so if he wants to use it, he will use his own.

The swordsmith glanced at him, but he didn't resist, and nodded slightly.

"Okay."

His dream is only to forge the most powerful sword in the world, and it doesn't matter whose blood it uses, since the sword masters are so confident, what else can he say?

After leaving the Sword Casting Pool, Bai Ning came to a clearing in the back mountain.

At this time, Broken Lang was meditating and cultivating, and there was a trace of fierce aura on his whole body.

The sword heart is clear,

This realm is the change of state of mind, from 'the unity of man and sword' to 'sword heart is clear', but it is difficult to cultivate 'sword intent', and it is more than a star and a half difficult.

If you feel something, you get up.

"Master."

"What signs have been on the rivers and lakes lately?"

Broken Lang frowned and said: "The world will expand its territory, and after stepping into the clouds, Nie Feng has also betrayed the world society, and only one Qin Shuang is left among the several right-hand men of the male tyrant...... There is nothing else worth noting. ”

"Your cultivation speed is very fast, you may be able to reach the peak of the grandmaster in half a year, the more times like this, the more solid the foundation must be, whether it is swordsmanship or hands and feet, you have to cultivate with your heart."

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Time flies, time flies.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

Sonorous!

Sonorous!

Sonorous ——!!!

In the sword-casting pool, the collision of goldfish echoed, and a middle-aged man on the sword-casting pool, whose arm as thick as a dragon held a hammer and kept hitting the pure black sword tire.

Mom,

It's too hard,

For half a year, he exhausted his life's efforts to dissolve the divine stone, and then tempered it into a sword fetus, and the whole process was painstaking, and he didn't dare to have the slightest negligence.

When the hammer fell, the sparks burst out, and the swordsmith looked at the 'Tianwen' on the swordsmithing platform, his face full of smiles.

The sword tire has been tempered, but the whole process is not over.

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