The Sun family has a big business, although most of the property is occupied by King Wanpeng, but there are still a few small industries under his hands, such as a blacksmith shop at the end of the long street.

A furnace is processed in the courtyard of the blacksmith shop, and it is often used at a glance, but although the color is black, the surface is smooth, like glass, which can only be produced after long-term high-temperature baking. The furnace was sealed on all sides, except for an outlet more than a foot long at the bottom, and the flames were red, and the scorching heat distorted the air.

There were several people gathered next to the furnace, a woman and six men, the men were all sturdy men, looking at the furnace of Tulabaji, their eyes revealed a solemnity. The furnace weighed a thousand pounds, to say the least, and it was so hot that it was carried directly into the courtyard by a man from outside the house with one hand.

Next to the furnace is a large operating table, more than a dozen buckets of water have been prepared, and the good charcoal is also piled up, and the preparation work has been prepared.

Uncle Tai rolled up his sleeves high, revealing a pair of strong arms, and then lifted the cap, and a large amount of charcoal began to fill the furnace, and the fire suddenly became bright, and a heat wave surged, and the temperature was terrifying.

One of the big men looked at him, this high temperature, even if he was standing next to him, it was unbearable, and the man in front of him turned pale as usual. This kind of fire-resistant endurance made this big man admire in his heart, even if he was immersed in sword casting for decades, he couldn't be so easy, as long as he got close, even if it was a cold day, he would sweat.

Sun Xiaodie next to her is now wearing a goose-yellow waist-length Confucian skirt, hanging her slender hands and watching quietly on the side, watching Uncle Tai's scorching and relaxed appearance. Her eyes fluctuated. She vaguely felt. At this time, Uncle Tai is the most charming. She had never seen him so focused, as if he were a master swordsmith, carefully laying the groundwork for a treasure.

Last night, he said that he was going to forge a sword today, and he was surprised at the time, but he didn't expect him to cast a sword, and when he heard that the smoke sword in his hand was forged by himself, he no longer had any worries. In her eyes. Uncle Tai is a man who does what he says.

Uncle Tai's hand was slightly raised, and a red long sword appeared out of thin air, slowly across his eyes, the sunlight shone straight down, shooting on the long sword, and after reflection, his face was red.

"It's ...... Rose Sword. ”

"That's right, this is Yan Nanfei's Rose Sword."

"It seems that there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Yan Nanfei was killed by Uncle Taixia, which is true. The Rose Sword is already in hand, and that's the best proof of that. ”

A few swordsmiths next to him bowed their heads and whispered. They exchanged opinions with each other.

It is rumored that the Rose Sword is as red as blood inside and out, and the sword is in the sheath, which can also kill people like mowing grass. The most terrifying thing about this sword is that it is not in the edge but in the scabbard. Its sheath is dyed red by the flower juice of the "Blood Rose", and the Blood Rose is a rose watered by five kinds of poisonous blood, and the five kinds of poisonous blood refer to the seven-inch yin snake, the hundred-node centipede, the thousand-year-old cold mantle, and the red fire poison caraver. If you encounter the "Five Poisons", the flower soul of the Blood Rose on the scabbard will be resurrected, and the animals or people belonging to the Five Poisons will smell a mysterious and strange aroma, and their eyes will be fiery red, and their combat effectiveness will be lost, and they will die under the Rose Sword.

The swordsmiths were puzzled and couldn't understand why Uncle Tai didn't use the five poisons of the scabbard, but only used the long sword.

Of course, they won't understand that the reason why Tai Shu Zhi values the Rose Sword is only because of its toughness and texture, and he doesn't care about what kind of poison it is. He wants to reforge the Great Sword of Smoke and take it to the next level.

Boom!

The smoky sword was unsheathed, with a piece of blue light, and a large tong clamped the smoky sword, and the hundred-pound sword was very light in his hand. This sword is very hard because of its dark iron. This time, though, he's going to make the sword harder and tougher.

The furnace was blazing, and the crimson flames with blue light were spitting in the furnace, and the air around them was completely distorted by the high temperature, and the hot temperature made the foreheads of those watching from the side covered their foreheads with beads of sweat. As long as one arm is born into it, and one breath is breathed, it will turn into nothingness.

The blower box lay quietly next to the furnace, Sun Xiaodie made an improvement, came to the blower box, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her snow-white jade arms and began to blow the wind, the internal qi was running, the wind was loud, the flames soared, the temperature was even hotter.

The iron clamp held the twilight greatsword and entered the furnace, immediately emitting a steel-like smell, and as time passed, it took half an hour for the twilight greatsword with the dark iron composition to slowly melt.

The flaming red smoky sword was drawn out and placed on the operating table, and then Uncle Tai took out a large tong and sent it into the furnace with the rose sword.

While!

Uncle Tai raised the sledgehammer, crossed an arc in the air, and slammed it on the sword body of the Yanhui Greatsword, sparks splashed everywhere, and a strong shock force bounced the sledgehammer up, but it was held down by a strong and steady force, and then suddenly trembled, with a strong force, slammed on the Yanhui Greatsword.

Uncle Tai's eyes were very bright, and with a hammer smashing out, the whole person's internal qi wandered away, poured into the sledgehammer, and forced himself into the artistic conception of the sea and the sky, at this moment there was nothing else except the smoke sword in front of him. The sledgehammer clung to the internal qi and smashed down with a focused expression, as if it was striking a sacred object.

He beat again and again, and in the operation of the internal qi, his spine trembled like a dragon, and he made a huge sound that filled the entire space, and it was very piercing in everyone's ears.

But gradually, the screeching sound became weaker and weaker, turning into melodic music, and the five forces of the splitting drill cannon kept smashing in turn, and the twilight sword gradually began to deform.

A few swordsmiths next to him, their eyes lit up suddenly, in their eyes, this hammer method is incompatible with them, but with a mysterious feeling, with their eyesight, they have long seen that the smoke sword contains the ingredients of dark iron, but this extremely hard dark iron gradually deformed under his beating, how deep the skill is.

Sun Xiaodie's expression was firm, undisturbed by the heat, and a pair of jade arms pulled the bellows. Buzzing. At the same time, he looked at the tall figure of the dancer's sledgehammer. His eyes were blurred, and the sound of the bellows became much louder.

Uncle Tai's sledgehammer danced faster and faster, the hammer smashed on the twilight sword, the sound of gold and iron resounded, repeated beating, crackling and impacting, forming a mysterious sound, and the five strong sounds were gradually connected together. One hammer with five tones, the rhythm is distinct, and the force of each hammer is the same, as if the machine is half operating, without the slightest mistake.

After about a stick of incense, the rose sword in the furnace also began to melt, and the hammer sound paused slightly, and the big hand stretched out, pulling the rose sword out and stacking it with the smoke sword. With a bang, the spark rises again. The sledgehammer smashed down frantically, as if it was about to smash the rose sword into the body of the smoky greatsword.

One hammer and two hammers...... Twenty hammers, the huge force really smashed part of the Rose Longsword into the body of the Yandu Great Sword.

Then the two swords were stuffed into the furnace again, and after half an hour, they were taken out.

The sound of hammering returned.

One, two, three......

For a while, countless hammer shadows flashed, crackling and ringing, under the deep internal force and powerful power of Uncle Tai, the rose sword that originally had some shapes became molten iron at this moment, wrapped in the smoke sword, and after continuous beating, it was intertwined with the smoke sword.

The sound of the hammer was still the same, red and cyan were intertwined, and Uncle Tai was engrossed in it, not letting go of any details.

Sun Xiaodie, who was pulling the bellows, looked sideways at the situation on the console, watching Uncle Tai burn one hammer after another, the two swords gradually merged together, and there was a hint of alarm in her eyes, she knew that it had reached this level, so there was still half of the formation left.

Countless hammer sounds resounded in the sky, with the continuous stuffing into the furnace, and then taking out the hammering, and so on, by the fifth cycle, it was already dark, but Uncle Tai still continued, he cast the sword this time was different from usual, this time it was done in one go, and there could be no sloppiness.

Hammer after hammer, gradually the Rose Sword was no longer visible, and it was completely integrated into the body of the Smoke Greatsword. With the continuous thrashing, there was a buzzing sound of the sword, in the shadow of the hammer, the new twilight sword gradually took shape, as the uncle scorched faster and faster, the ancient sword was gradually beaten out, the size was similar to before, a little larger, but now is not the moment of forming, with the beating will gradually shorten.

Now the sword body is still cyan, but the dark red lines are all over the sword spine, the sound of beating is getting denser and denser, and the lines are more and more mysterious, and finally a beautiful pattern is formed, as if a rose is inlaid on it, with the entire sword spine as the backbone, blooming there.

Uncle Tai suddenly slammed into the sword with a strong force, and a sharp sword roar sounded, floating in the air, like an aftersound.

Sun Xiaodie's eyes revealed a hint of shock in her peeking eyes, as a disciple of Uncle Tai, she understood the power of the other party's hammer too well, if she was under Uncle Tai's hammer at this moment, she would definitely be smashed into a meatloaf.

The full moon hung high, and the white moonlight sprinkled down, illuminating the small courtyard of the blacksmith shop white.

The sound of the hammer is still the same, Uncle Tai has been fighting for a day, and he still has not rested, and the sword casting has reached a critical juncture, just a few steps away.

The sledgehammer collided with the big sword, and the sound of the sword became more and more pleasant, and in the end it was like the sound of a dragon's groan, and the sledgehammer became lighter and lighter, and the amplitude of the beating became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was only an inch of force, but the rhythm of the dance of Uncle Tai's hand instantly accelerated, and at this moment he was already sweating profusely, and beads of sweat fell from his cheeks, fell on the sword, and were evaporated by the scorching temperature.

The sound of the hammer became lower and lower, and finally it was almost inaudible, and the dark red lines on the sword body, which were originally only attached to the surface of the sword spine, had penetrated deep into the depths of the sword spine at this time, like the branches of an ancient tree coiled there, growing out of the sword spine alive.

The size of the Yanhui sword is now the same as before, not one point more, not one point less, the blades on both sides are sharp, exuding the cold air of the forest, without any move, quietly placed there, can cut the surrounding air, even if it is far away, the few people who are watching can feel the edge of the blade.

The sound of the hammer disappeared, and Uncle Tai wiped the beads of sweat from his cheeks, held the smoke sword in his hand, looked at the sword body, revealing joy, and then fell on the blade, he could feel the sharpness of the sharpened iron.

Uncle Tai looked up to the sky and smiled, at this moment he was full of confidence, even if Dugu Yihe was in front of him, even if he used the slightest soft and ingenious strength, he could cut off the opponent's long sword. (To be continued.) )