Nalan Xingtian sighed secretly, the atmosphere of the end of the divine punishment made him feel solemn. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Another knight walked out of the crowd, his face was tall and tall, he turned to look at the sky outside the window, and then at a woman with tears streaming down his face, and then whispered: "At this time, there must be some people who give something first." ”

The woman was young and beautiful, and at this moment she was teary-eyed, and tears flowed down her cheeks like a string of beads with broken threads.

She felt confused, but she kept shaking her head and repeating in her mouth, "No, no, don't do this, don't leave me." ”

The knight straightened the woman's face, looked into her eyes and said, "I am a knight of Cincinnati, and the kingdom needs my contribution. ”

"I need you more than the kingdom, I am your wife, we have just been married, and we have no children of our own. The woman looked at the knight infatuatedly.

The knight stretched out his arm and wrapped his arms around the woman's shoulder, and he kissed her lightly on the forehead: "I'm sorry, I'll go first, my favorite wife." ”

The young knight let go of the woman, he walked past the old dwarf, walked over the steps of the sword furnace, walked to the sword furnace, the fiery red flames in the sword furnace reflected his shadow unusually tall, he glanced at the weeping woman affectionately, turned and threw himself into the sword furnace.

"No, don't-. The woman ran all the way to follow, but it was too late, and she watched as the knight threw himself into the sword furnace, and the mournful voice pierced the silence.

The woman was running hard, her tears had already dried up, and her red and swollen eyes were ruining the beauty of the face.

She was getting closer and closer to the sword furnace, but she didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

"Wait for me, Wendell, Wendell, wait for me. The woman ran faster and faster, calling the knight's name incessantly, and as she approached the furnace of the sword, she rushed without stopping, throwing herself into the raging flames.

The fire burned even brighter!!

"Fool, what a fool, blind and stupid and stupid...... Fool. Nalan Xingtian looked at this scene and whispered, but his eyes were faintly shining.

When the dwarf saw this, he just sighed and remained silent.

As the woman threw herself into the sword furnace, the fiery red flames were constantly spitting, the sword furnace was churning incessantly, and the sound of sword contention in the sword pool was louder, faintly leaving the pool to fly the sword.

The dwarf said, "The sword will be forged, and you and I will be sacrificed to the sword." ”

He lowered his voice, "Are you afraid?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and a voice rang out: "I'm scared." ”

All eyes looked at the owner of the voice, with an ordinary face and ordinary clothes, but the extraordinary momentum determined that he was an extraordinary person.

He was a little nervous in the gaze of everyone, he relaxed himself and said, "I'm afraid, I'm really afraid, but this incident concerns all the gods in the Dusty Continent. God punishes the world, no one can escape the wrath of the gods, in the face of such a thing, no matter how we escape, no matter where we hide, it is useless, since retreat and cowardice cannot solve the problem, then why not be brave to face it, no longer retreat and no longer cowardice. ”

He paused and continued: "Perhaps thousands of years from now, our descendants will proudly say to others: My ancestors were heroes who completed the sword sacrifice against divine punishment. For the sake of your relatives and friends, for the sake of humanity, for the sake of all the races of the entire continent, to hell with that damn fear!"

So everyone shouted yes.

The old dwarf smiled and said, "Yes, to hell with this damn fear!"

It seems that these words have eased the air that is about to solidify in the doomsday twilight.

The sword furnace is churning like a crack, ten thousand swords are trembling and about to break, the pool water is boiling like boiling, and the moment of all people's attention, when the divine sword is baked, it finally comes.

The water in the sword pond was evaporated, and the ten thousand swords in the pool also let out a low wail in the face of the divine sword that was about to break out of the furnace, and everyone was attracted by this rare wonder in a thousand years.

The sword furnace exploded, and with the fragments scattered everywhere of the sword furnace, everyone finally saw the divine sword, the mysterious and gripping divine sword.

The Excalibur was wrapped in dazzling colorful light, overflowing with streamers, making it impossible to see its true face, and a dazzling red glow flowed outside the sword.

The divine sword crossed the sword pool, and tens of thousands of famous swords turned into smoke and dust, the soul condensed the moon, and the gods became crystal gall, as if there was a wind and rain shaping the Three Realms.

Nalan Xingtian stared at the dazzling and powerful divine sword, and said, "This is the legendary divine sword in the story?"

The Excalibur was thunderous, broke through the wind, and slashed straight towards everyone.

Blood spilled in the air, and no one was spared where the Excalibur struck, and the blood was sprinkled on the colorful light, making the red light flowing outside the Excalibur sword more eye-catching and dazzling.

For a while, the blood was surging and the anger was boiling. In a moment, everyone by the sword pool fell to the ground.

Only the old dwarf was left standing there alone, and he said in a low voice: "A swordsmith has spent his whole life and energy all his life, just to forge a divine soldier, to live for the sword, to die for the sword, and to die for the sword, it should be my best destination!"

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the colorful and blood-surging divine sword in front of him. As if talking to himself, he said, "But before I die by the sword, there are still some things to be decided." ”

His eyes became more resolute, and he looked at the Divine Sword and said: "Gather all the famous swordsmiths in the Dust Sealing Continent, spend three hundred and sixty heroic essence blood to sacrifice the sword furnace, four hundred and twenty people, no, including me, four hundred and twenty-one people use blood to open the sword for the sword, in order to resist divine punishment, do you understand what I mean?"

Excalibur made a spiritual "smack", and then flew over the skylight and galloped away.

The old dwarf drank blood from the Excalibur, and he looked at the light and shadow of the Excalibur galloping, and showed a smile of satisfaction. When he was dying, he saw a pitch-black spear flying out of the fragments of the sword furnace, speeding away with the sword.

The swordsmith has spent a lifetime of energy, and being able to cast a divine soldier is really a creation.

And he saw the second divine weapon he forged in his lifetime, which is a miracle.

The feeling of death enveloped him, but he was not the slightest afraid.

He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't do anything, the vitality was leaving his body bit by bit, and a generation of famous craftsmen finally died with a smile next to his sword pool.

"Martyrdom of the sword, rebellion and murder of the gods. Nalan Xingtian stood in the empty hall, surrounded by corpses, and the old dwarf smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking in the direction where the Divine Sword and the Divine Spear had left.

"Apocalypse, I want to confirm once, are these real events?"

"Drop... Drop, this is history. ”

"History, I get it. Nalan Xingtian felt that the atmosphere was a little suffocating, the sad colors of the apocalypse, the blood splattered everywhere, the thousands of weapons in the sword pool that had turned into powder, and the dwarf who died with a smile and still didn't close his eyes.

Nalan Xingtian walked to the sword-casting furnace, and he bent down to touch his chest and saluted.

He walked up to the old dwarf, looked at the old dwarf's face, and said in a low voice as he saluted, "You are the real hero. ”

He looked at the dead bodies around him, bent down again and saluted, "You are all heroes. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding scene was blurred, like phantoms, becoming pale and hazy.

Then, back to the darkness of nothingness.

Before Nalan Xingtian could think about anything, the dark world reflected the first light, illuminating everything he had.

He dreamed, woke up.