Ling Yuhan caught that breath, but the corners of his mouth hooked upward, and said lightly: "There is no blade here that we want, can you ask the boss to personally make a dagger for us?"

"Dagger?" Slightly stunned, Rong Jie nodded and smiled: "No problem, please take it in a day, okay?"

"Can we watch you build it ourselves, no matter how much silver. Twelve smiled, in the eyes of everyone, the slender fingers clamped the blade of the sword, just a slight clip, "click", the so-called long sword, in an instant, broken in two.

"Oh my God, what kind of strange power is this, it can actually clip the long sword!"

"It's amazing, her fingers haven't been cut!"

"Oh my God, it's real!"

The man standing at the top of the stairs couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, his heart trembled violently, and his eyes were about to pop out.

Rong Jie's heart trembled slightly, and the light in those eyes flickered, but it was the fingers that stared at Twelve, she was able to know the flaws of his long sword!

The weapons created will all have certain flaws because of the different breaths, and the place she is holding is the weakest part of the long sword, but if you want to break it, you also need a certain amount of strength.

The two people in front of you, it's not simple, who will it be?

The brain was running rapidly, but Rong Jie was silent on the surface, looking indifferently ahead, and said with a smile: "Naturally, if the two of you want to see it, it's okay, but if you want to go upper, it's still an ordinary person." ”

"On the battlefield, the upper level of the sword is good, or is it average?" Ling Yuhan reminded.

Rong Jie smiled knowingly, and he already understood.

At the moment, the big men on both sides were instructed to arrange, and there was still a fire on the field outside, so there was no need to change to others. Xuantie has already been prepared, and Rong Jie will do it himself.

Stroking his long piano, the gaze in the depths of Rong Jie's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously reached out and pressed the strings, and with a slight pluck, the crisp sound exploded, as if it was a tranquilizer.

"Rong Jie, you have to remember that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, husband and gentleman, and forbearance is the most important. You have to hide all your murderous aura. This long piano is given to you as a teacher, and you can only play this piano after calming down the murderous spirit. ”

The light in his eyes flickered, Rong Jie couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, looked at the wound cut by his fingers on the strings, subconsciously reached out to wipe the blood on his fingers, and slowly got up.

The fire in front of him was still there, and on the scorching flame, a strange blue-white light flickered, and in my mind, the dark scene suddenly appeared. The boundless fire almost enveloped the entire house, the screams continued, and in the shadow of the sword and sword, the white figure blocked in front of him, and he watched with his own eyes, the white figure was stained red with blood, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

The hot blood dripped down his cheeks, the cold hands caressed his cheeks, desperate eyes, blood and tears, almost used all the strength of his body, "Go...... Don't come back......"

Bang Bang ......

The sound of the fire sounded, and the people standing couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and looked indifferently at the people below. The corners of his mouth hooked upward, and the white fingers picked up the dark iron, and gracefully walked towards the fire.

"Two, please, in an hour, the dagger will be forged. As soon as his right hand sank, a breath came out from the dantian and poured into the fire. The light in his eyes flashed, and his left hand actually went towards the fire.

"Oh my God!" The person watching below exclaimed even more in surprise, staring at the person in front of him, and couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air. The temperature of the fire is so high, the person in front of him is not afraid, reaching in at such a temperature, the whole arm will be wasted!

It's just that, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the figure in front of him turned, and the dark iron in his hand was already placed on the stone slab, picked up the hammer with one hand, and with a turn of his left hand, the dark iron flew into the air, and his right hand suddenly raised and smashed towards the dark iron in his mouth.

The right hand shook like lightning, dazzling, and the dark iron didn't fall!

A fierce murderous aura rose to the sky, the whole body of the person standing trembled, the cold light in the black eyes appeared, the indifference that did not belong to him, and there was no emotional color in the eyes, only boundless killing anger!

Even the sky above sank, constantly shrouded downward, a wisp of murderous aura, mixed with the aura of resentment, burst out into the air, in the black eyes, that touch of blood appeared, as if seeing the scene of the past, all the resentment poured out!

"Boom!" Xuantie fell on the stone slab, the cold murderous aura suddenly appeared, and the iron hammer in his hand smashed fiercely towards the Xuantie, the Xuantie burned red, and the blue-white fighting qi quickly went towards the Xuantie.

"Hum!" With a lift of his right hand, the dark iron fell into the furnace fire again, and the standing man stretched out his right hand, quickly scattered the purple gold sand in his hand into the furnace fire, and his right foot suddenly stepped forward, and his hands slapped on the stove fiercely.

The loud sound was about to make people deaf, and the murderous aura in those eyes was revealed, and he tried his best to control his murderous aura, but it was as if something was about to burst out of his body, and there was no way to do it.

The green tendons in his hands burst out, but he took a deep breath of cold air, and he couldn't control it at all. The cold light in his eyes was revealed, Rong Jie stretched out his right hand, quickly probed into the fire, quickly took out the formed dark iron, and put it on the stone slab, the iron hammer in his hand suddenly hammered down towards the stone slab, and the light in the eyes of the whole person was revealed.

The fierce murderous aura, and the blue-white fighting aura, were quietly revealed into the weapon, and even the person who forged the sword didn't notice that he would struggle like this when facing the blade!

"Inside, it's too hideous. With his hands clasped around his chest, Ling Yuhan couldn't help but shake his head and sighed, the story behind this man was really impossible to speak. What happened to make the hatred and murderous aura in his body skyrocket, and even he himself couldn't control this breath.

Twelve could only look at the person in front of him, and saw his godless eyes, and he went crazy. When I first became a killer, it wasn't like that. The first killing, the first mission, the first betrayal, the first ......

There were so many that she couldn't even remember. Murderous aura is possessed by a killer, and no one can shake it. It's just the person in front of him, just a hatred aura, this aura is really too far away from the murderous aura, and for them, it has no effect at all.

But as an ordinary person, such hatred is enough to make people lose themselves. Even the ordinary people standing around felt dizzy and almost collapsed. It's just watching people forge swords, and they can't bear that kind of murderous aura.

"Hum!" the dark-iron voice shuddered as the dagger in his hand was ready. The man who was standing quickly lowered the black iron into the icy water, the joints of his body trembled, and the slender fingers dug deep into his flesh.

The boundless sea of fire seemed to be still burning in front of his eyes, indelible, and could not be quelled at all! Why was there such a big hatred, even he didn't know! The murderous aura in his eyes was revealed, Rong Jie quickly hugged the Changqin on the side, and said coldly: "The dagger has been made, and I will leave first, please take care of yourself." This dagger should be regarded as a greeting gift. ”

"Slow!" Seeing the figure that was about to escape, Ling Yuhan quickly stretched out his hand and smiled indifferently: "Throughout the ages, courtesies have been exchanged. Since the boss gave us a dagger, we should also give you something, so that we can be worthy of the boss's love. Just ask the boss to sit down and take a look. ”

"I ......" The murderous aura of the whole body continues, Rong Jie can't wait to escape now, every time he forges a blade, it always takes a long time for him to calm down, now that he has refined the weapon in public, the murderous aura of the whole person still remains, he must be calm!

The five fingers of his right hand pressed on the strings, and he was already drenched in blood, but the Rong Jie in front of him seemed to not know, his eyes were staring ahead, his whole body was constantly trembling, and even the murderous aura was released, and he couldn't control it at all!

Taking a deep breath of cold air, Rong Jie tried to keep calm, the corners of his mouth hooked upward, and said indifferently: "Naturally, it's just that you are forging here, I still have something to do, so I will ...... first."

"Isn't the boss going to give us this face?" Ling Yuhan smiled softly, the fiery red figure had already landed on the field, holding Rong Jie's shoulder with one hand, and the purple fighting spirit poured into Rong Jie's body in an instant, "I believe that the boss is a reasonable person, right?"

The purple fighting qi poured in, and the hatred and murderous aura in his body collapsed in an instant, and even Rong Jie was stunned, looked at the person in front of him in shock, released the strings with his clenched right hand, and nodded: "Okay, you can build it." ”

Having said that, Rong Jie's heart is galloping, his own murderous aura, even he himself needs a certain amount of time to be able to control it, and the person in front of him is actually just holding his shoulder, he completely calmed down, what's going on.

The corners of his mouth rose upward, Ling Yuhan reached out and took out the dagger in the ice water, the cold cold air was suffocating, but the only thing that made people unhappy was that, just like other long swords, in one place of the dagger, it was the weakest part, as if it was deliberately chiseled.

"Hum!" Reaching out and grabbing the dark iron on the side, Ling Yuhan sent it towards the furnace fire, and the purple fighting qi entered the furnace fire, wrapping the dark iron, and with a movement of his mind, the blue and white aura in the furnace quickly converged, and was incorporated into the inside of the dark iron. There is no murderous spirit, there is no gorgeous action.

The people below looked at the people standing on it, their eyes were about to fall, and it had been a stick of incense, if they didn't fish out the dark iron, I was afraid that the things inside would have been refined by fire!