Where did the sword embryo come from?

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

The Yunjiang City Lord's face was indifferent, he walked behind the Mountain Lord, raised his hand and held a long knife, and the blade pressed against the Mountain Lord's back.

"If the sword embryo is refined by you, it will be useless."

"If the sword embryo is refined by him, you can die."

The sword embryo was refined by Han Muye, so there was no need to keep the mountain master.

The sword embryo was refined by the mountain master, so there was no need for Han Muye, a small apprentice, to stay.

The mountain lord raised his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye also lowered his head and looked at the mountain lord who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you know why I didn't refine my sword for him?" The voice of the mountain lord rang out.

"I heard that you and Feng Yangqing traveled together in the rivers and lakes back then, and they were brothers who shared life and death." Han Muye spoke.

He had heard different versions of this news.

Many people speculated whether the Mountain Lord would refine a long sword for the Yunjiang City Lord that could defeat Feng Yang Qing and even kill him.

"Sort of," the mountain lord nodded, with a hint of nostalgia on his face, "I really miss that kind of trip to the rivers and lakes back then......"

Speaking of this, there was a trace of killing intent in his eyes: "If it weren't for the fall of the master and the siege of Broken Sword Mountain, I wouldn't have come back." ”

"Hehe, Yunjiang City, you have always regarded Broken Sword Mountain as a backyard, a slave forging weapons for you."

"So what," looking at the Yunjiang City Lord who was holding a knife against him, his face was cold, and the mountain lord showed a smile on his face: "Do you want me to refine a sword weapon for you?" ”

"Haha, let's die of this heart!"

"From the time the master left a book asking me not to return to Broken Sword Mountain in this life, I knew that behind the siege of Broken Sword Mountain was Yunjiang City."

The blade in the hand of the Yunjiang City Lord pressed down, pressing the head of the Mountain Lord down.

His face was calm, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

"Sword embryo, who refined it?"

Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed at the mountain lord.

The mountain lord let out a long laugh and slammed into the knife in the hand of the Yunjiang City Lord.

The Yunjiang City Lord sneered, and the long knife was retracted.

The mountain lord didn't hit the blade, and his body moved, and he threw the arm that Ben was carrying back.

"Click-"

His hand slammed into the long knife held by the soldier behind his back, and half of his arm fell.

Break your arm!

This scene made the eyes of the Lord of Yunjiang City reveal anger.

With a wave of the knife in his hand, there was a bloody wound on the neck of the bewildered soldier, and blood splattered.

The long knife pressed against the pale mountain lord, and the killing intent in Yunjiang City's eyes appeared: "Okay, if he can't refine a good sword today, there is no need for Broken Sword Mountain to exist." ”

The long knife pointed at all the apprentices and servants of Broken Sword Mountain in front of him, and the Yunjiang City Lord gritted his teeth and roared in his mouth: "If you don't refine the main sword of this city, everyone here will be buried together!" ”

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The overturned furnace was re-erected and ignited.

The spiritual materials are put back into the furnace.

The mountain lord with a simple bandaging arm stood in front of the iron felt, looking at Han Muye with a complicated gaze.

"What are you doing here?"

If Han Muye doesn't come back, Broken Sword Mountain will inevitably fall.

However, the refining inheritance of Broken Sword Mountain will not be broken.

But now Han Muye is back.

Han Muye is back, and the inheritance of Broken Sword Mountain may really be broken.

"You teach me how to refine weapons, I can't watch you die on the mountain after all." Han Muye raised his head and spoke.

A slight sparkle flashed in the mountain lord's eyes, and a faint flush appeared on his pale face.

After pondering for a moment, the mountain lord seemed to have made a decision, and said in a low voice: "You refine the weapon, I watch, you remember what I said, I, only say it once." ”

Han Muye nodded.

The sound of clanging hammers sounded, and Han Muye stood in front of the iron felt to build a sword, and the city lord of Yunjiang City, who was holding a long knife, watched not far away.

The mountain lord whispered from time to time, from the strength of the hammer to the temperature of the flames.

He kept talking, as if he was afraid that Han Muye would not be able to remember, and sometimes repeat a few words.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The sword embryo under Han Muye's hammer gradually took shape, and it was even brighter than the previous one.

Quenched, polished, and a shining sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.

The mountain lord sighed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Became ......"

His countenance was complex.

The Yunjiang City Lord, who had taken the long sword, waved his sword, turned his gaze to the Mountain Lord, and snorted coldly.

"What do you think will happen to me if I take your head to see Feng Yang Qing?"

The mountain lord turned pale and did not speak.

"Lord City Lord, you took this sword to defeat Feng Yang Qing, and then told him that this sword was refined by the Mountain Lord, what expression do you say Feng Yang Qing will have?"

Han Muye's voice sounded on the side.

The Yunjiang City Lord was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"Okay, wait for me to come back with Feng Yangqing's head."

The galloping horses left, but left behind a group of soldiers to besiege Broken Sword Mountain.

By the fire, the mountain lord looked bitter and sighed.

"I thought I could keep the inheritance, I thought I wouldn't hurt Brother Feng with my sword, but I didn't expect ......"

As long as the Yunjiang City Lord defeats Feng Yang Qing, he will inevitably wipe out the inheritance of Broken Sword Mountain.

Whether it is him or Han Muye, they must be killed.

All his plans were ultimately in vain.

Han Muye looked at the mountain lord and said softly: "Then we won't know until the results come out......"

……

Ten days later, news came out from the rivers and lakes that Yunjiang City presided over the sword to kill dozens of masters in the rivers and lakes, and then fought with Feng Yangqing.

The battle was turbulent, and ten miles of wind and sand and smoke were surging.

In the end, the long sword in the hand of the Yunjiang City Lord broke, and he died on the spot.

Feng Yang Qing rectified the generals, and led the masters of the rivers and lakes to Yunjiang City.

"You, how did you do that?" The mountain lord looked at Han Muye and was dumbfounded.

He looked at the sword with his own eyes, and it was clear that it had been refined to the extreme, and it was definitely not something that the sword in Feng Yangqing's hand could resist.

"Actually, that's the essence of kendo, right?"

Han Muye didn't go to see the mountain master, and looked at the bottom of the mountain.

A group of Jianghu warriors rushed towards a figure holding a long sword.

"With a sword in hand, there is a moral dilemma."

"Swords have double edges, and if you hurt others or yourself."

When the mountain master refined the sword to defeat Feng Yang Qing, he lost the righteousness in his own faith.

But if he didn't refine that sword, he would cut off his own inheritance.

It's a dilemma.

The space in front of Han Muye slowly turned illusory.

Broken Sword Mountain, the mountain owner, and the furnace all seem to not exist, but they seem to have always been there.

"The sword in my heart doesn't have so many concerns."

"No matter how difficult it is, I will cut it with my sword."

"After all, a sword weapon is just a sword weapon, if the sword bearer is gone, isn't the sword weapon just a piece of scrap iron?"

"Boom-"

All the scenes in front of Han Muye dissipated.

The mountain lord bowed towards Han Muye, and his body disappeared.

Ahead, a figure with a long sword in hand shouted loudly, and then threw his sword weapon down the cliff.

Han Muye stretched out his hand, and a decaying long sword appeared in his hand.

The sword intent was infused, and the memories layered in the sword weapon emerged.

The mountain lord of Broken Sword Mountain died with his sword, cutting off his own inheritance, Feng Yang Qing killed the city lord of Yunjiang City with a sword, and when he arrived at Broken Sword Mountain, there was only a ruin left.

Feng Yang Qing abandoned his sword and went into hiding, and since then there has been one less peerless swordsman in the world.

"Wind Spirit Sword."

Han Muye whispered.

The memory in the sword is the reality, and the illusion is the illusion.

He rescued the mountain lord and built a sword weapon, which was a dream after all.

The sword weapon in his hand broke, and Han Muye got up.

"Huh?"

Looking at a long and narrow sword embryo on the ground, Han Muye's eyes burst with brilliance!