Twilight gradually covered the earth, and the night was quiet, and people were already asleep.

Mo Tong, who was sleeping lightly, suddenly opened her eyes, and behind her, Shizun Wuyikong was buttoning up a thick cloak and preparing to go out.

From the moment he shot the Tianwei Zixian Sword at the Xingyi Sword Constellation in the center of the square, Mo Tong had a premonition that he would travel in the dark tonight. Because Tianwei is too similar to the emptiness of his youth! Tianwei is the second person in history to amaze the world as a new disciple in the sword trial, and before her, it was the Wuyi Kong thirty years ago.

Wu Yikong gently pushed open the door, and Mo Tong behind him couldn't help but speak: "There is a training on the ancestors, and the heart is passed on to men and not women, do you really want to take risks?" ”

"After waiting for half a lifetime, she will finally meet the materials that can be made, and she may be able to reach the realm where we have not yet arrived!" Wu Yikong's voice was calm, and it sounded like a deliberate decision.

Mo Tong changed his usual dignity and said excitedly: "Only by establishing heaven and earth as heirs can it be possible to continue to maintain the balance of the four kingdoms." Tianwei and heaven and earth will be together sooner or later, and it will be the same if it is passed on to heaven and earth, so why bother to cause more trouble? ”

Wu Yikong was silent for half a day, and finally left a sentence:

"Actually, I'm not a politician at all, I'm just a swordsmith!"

The shadow of the moon swayed, and under the constellation of the Xingyi sword, the slender figure of the master galloped towards him. He pulled out the Zixian Sword with a flick of his fingers and leaped towards the Sword Forge Tower. The whole process is done in the blink of an eye, and it is almost impossible for anyone to detect.

After entering the Sword Casting Tower, Wu Yikong first bowed in front of the sword statue, and then stroked the sword body of Zixian with his left sword finger, and his fingers stopped at several weak points of the sword body and flicked lightly.

After that, he held the hilt of the sword in his hand and was shocked, and a majestic purple-red sword fire immediately burst out from the bottom of the Zixian Sword.

On the other side, in the Tianwei room, under a light weak candle, she was still asleep with excessive overdraft. Tiandi, who has been taking care of her by the bedside, unconsciously fell asleep with her arms propped up. In a daze, Tianwei realized that her meridians were changing with the Zixian Sword in the distance, and no matter where the master polished the Zixian Sword, her body would react synchronously. After only a while, her whole body became extremely hot, as if she was in the midst of sword fire, and fine beads of fluffy sweat oozed from her forehead.

Inside the Sword Casting Tower, Master Wuyikong was measuring the body of Zixian's sword that had been burned through by the flames of the sword. He placed the Zixian sword flat in front of him, and in his left hand held the sharp short sword used for forging weapons, and slashed the weak point of the Zixian sword with the sharp tip of the sword.

There was a sound of forging......

In the Tianwei room, the candlelight flickered, and there was a forging sound of gold and jade in the darkness.

Tianwei woke up suddenly, and she sat up from the top of the bed, feeling the sweat on her whole back. As if they hadn't heard anything, they were still asleep on their seats. A smoky white moonlight shone between his handsome eyebrows, and no one wanted to disturb his heavy dreams with that kind of gentle and regular demeanor.

In the sword-casting tower, the master continued to polish the Zixian sword body, and the second forging sound sounded. Tianwei looked out the window at the Sword Casting Tower standing in the thick night, and then turned her head to look at the face of Heaven and Earth sleeping peacefully, she closed her eyes and began to quietly listen to the sound of the Zixian Sword's hollow valley.

The sound of the sword like a narration made a memory sweep in the bottom of Tianwei's heart like a wind. As a child, she stood by a roaring fire with her father, Othonie. Othonie asked her, holding a red-hot sword, "Son, do you hear?" ”

A moment later, in the dark Vajra Sword Alliance Square, a figure under the moon appeared walking quickly. As she passed the constellation of the Celestial Sword, she glanced up at the empty tenth metal vein, and was more sure of her instincts.

Walking to the gate of the sword-casting tower, Tianwei saw that the gate was open, and there was the back of the immortal wind bone standing in the tower.

Wu Yikong: "Why are you here?" ”

Tianwei: "I want to know where this sword sound will take me." ”

Wu Yikong turned around and threw the Zixian Sword in his hand towards the door. Tianwei stretched out his hand to take it and inspect them one by one, and was surprised to find that the Zixian Sword had suddenly perfected.

In the sword tower, the faint candle flame is swaying in the wind, and in the center of the tower stands a one-person-tall sword statue of the King Kong Sword Alliance, and there is a huge mandala mural on the wall behind the sword mark, which contains a complex celestial movement map. Wu Yikong stared at the mural on the wall and asked, "The sound of the sword has brought you to the Sword Casting Tower, what about yourself, where do you want to take yourself?" ”

Tianwei flipped his sword and clenched his fists, and said bluntly: "Master, the disciple wants to become the supreme sword caster!" ”