has already recognized the master, and the sword spirit is clear, and the first-class famous soldier is not so easy to refine.

It's just that when Tu Xian's black gold flew into the furnace fire together with the Jun's Father's sword, a crisp sound sounded.

Lu Jing stood in place, watching the burning purple flames melt the black gold of the Immortal Slaughter and the Sword of the Monarch Father into molten iron. This sword has been hidden in the snow for a long time, and at the time of the spiritual tide, it is a famous sword that can cut off the owner of the Heavenly Immortal Tower. After the spirit tide, it was sharpened and sharpened, and the sword spirit was also muddy, and it was silent for decades. It wasn't until not long ago that Lu Jing became its owner, and Tu Xian Black Gold was able to see the light of day again.

It's just that it is the sword of the Chongtian Emperor, and the majesty of the Holy Monarch has turned into a shackle and pressed on this sword spirit, and the Holy Monarch is the master of the Great Fu Artifact.

The black gold of Tu Xian has not been broken, but it has lost its former glow.

The sword is like a man, and if a man sees the day, how can he remain forever in a place where there is no day? Plus the famous sword has a spirit······

Slaughtering Immortal Black Gold may have sensed the urgency of the new master.

The West Tower of Heaven is about to descend, but the sword in the name of slaughtering immortals is no longer able to accompany the new master to slaughter the immortals who invaded the world.

Because of this, when the slaughtering immortal black gold flew into the furnace fire, a wisp of green smoke drifted away.

The sword spirit in it also burned purple fire, gradually dying out, and finally dissolved into the sword embryo. On the ice peak.

An weak deer's robe fluttered, and the giant hammer and the iron sword in his hand complemented each other. The iron sword cut off 800 catties of Dongtu Mountain Spirit, and cut off three swords.

The boiling spirit continued to flow in the fire, and then became sharper and sharper.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of the hammer hitting kept coming out, as if there were gods beating drums, as if there was thunder in the sky. Hammer after hammer, sword after sword!

An Qiaolu's face was solemn, and he was serious to the extreme.

The flames in that furnace were controlled by his sword-forging Xuangong, and every trace of flame was just right. Every time the giant hammer falls, it also smashes at the key point.

The sky was full of wind and clouds, and thunder flashed. There was a great fog and fires.

In the study building, Mr. Guanqi stood in Mr. Nine's Hanmo study building, looking down at the pool water that Mr. Nine often used to wash his swords.

From the reflection of the pool water, he seemed to see something, and his expression became more and more peaceful.

Mr. Nine stood behind him and asked Mr. Guanqi: "Lu Jing casts a sword, what will the study not send?" ”

Mr. Guanqi shook his head: "It's already the limit of An Weak Deer, and it doesn't hurt to add some ordinary treasures, but it's no longer important."

I have prepared a jade pendant, but I don't need to rush it. ”

Mr. Nine bowed his head, also looked at the pool of water, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect this young man in the past to set off such a big battle now.

I didn't expect that outside of Taixuanjing, it would become a place for sword casting, and there would be another famous sword in the world. ”

Mr. Guanqi's eyes were shining, and he asked Mr. Jiu: "Do you think this sword can be better than Luo Mingyue's toad." ”

"Not counting the swords of Emperor Chongtian, the Great Candle King and Mr. Big, Toad is the ninth in the world."

While thinking about it, Mr. Nine said: "It's a pity that Luo Mingyue has become a Mingyue slave, and her sword light is lacking and she can't exert the power of the toad.

Emperor Chongtian gave Luo Shubai the method of brewing a sword, and he thought that the ultimate owner of the toad was still Luo Shubai. But even so, Toad is still ranked ninth in the world.

A class of weapons, the gap between the top ten in the world is huge, Lu Jing's sword ······" Mr. Nine said.

Mr. Guanqi bowed his head and asked, "So you think Lu Jing's sword can't beat Toad?" Mr. Nine suddenly shook his head: "I think Lu Jing's sword is better than Toad!" ”

"Toad Soul is only afraid that it will be squeezed to the tenth."

Mr. Guanqi smiled, and instead of looking at the pool of water, he looked up at the sky. Vaguely, he saw an immortal in the sky.

I saw a black sword qi falling from the void, it was Shang Min's divine sword light.

He also saw that Emperor Chongtian in the Taixuan Palace had already walked out of the Taixian Palace, and he was standing in the empty Imperial Palace, frowning and staring at the sword-casting scene on the mountain.

In addition to Emperor Chongtian, there are not many eyes in the Taixuan Palace.

Even the powerhouses in the entire Taixuanjing have sensed that someone is forging a sword on the Horn God Mountain! Mr. Guanqi was even more relieved when he saw this grand scene.

Until he saw that in the place where the wind and rain gathered, someone sealed the clouds and turned into cranes. The smile on Mr. Guanqi's face was even stronger.

"I think Lu Jing's sword is not just the ninth in the world."

As Mr. Nine said, the Liu family is in the house.

Luo Mingyue, Nan Heyu, and Luo Shubai all stood in the courtyard, looking up.

Toad, Qianxiushui, and Seven-Foot Jade were all silent at this moment, as if these three famous swords were waiting for something.

Seven days went by in a flash.

Ordinary blacksmiths cast swords and brew them with qi and blood, and it takes ten days to cast them at least, and hundreds or thousands of days to refine them for hundreds or thousands of times. But now, because of the Tianlu fire, the purple fire, and the sword-caster is the famous An weak deer! In seven days, many treasures were refined.

In the fire, a glittering sword embryo had taken shape.

An Weaklu's qi and blood were exhausted, and he sat in front of the fire, his qi and blood were about to be exhausted, but his expression could not hide his excitement.

"Mr. Lu Jing, this sword has become a sword embryo!

The famous sword is about to live, and the final result is no longer something that a craftsman can handle. After An Weaker said this, his body swayed and stood up.

His eyes were full of excitement, and he said with a smile: "It's just that there is this embryo, this sword only needs to give birth to spirituality, and the lowest is also the tenth in the world." ”

Sun Boyuan walked over and held An Weak.

An weaker deer couldn't hold on any longer, and his body went limp.

Sun Boyuan looked at the sword in the fire, his eyes were also amazed, and then congratulated his old friend. "Brother An, your wish has come true, and when the sword is born, your name and surname will be immortalized.

I will write for you. ”

Lu Jing also came close and saluted An Weak. Without further ado, he straightened up and walked to the fire.

Before the fire, a long sword with a white hilt and a silver body was absorbing vitality.

In that long sword, it seemed to be mixed with thunder, and it was mixed with a sword light that swept the world and demons. The sword light flashed, and it turned into a power that collapsed the mountain.

That majesty was mixed with a fierce aura of slaughtering immortals, which was surprising.

Lu Jing looked at this sword embryo, and the sword embryo also seemed to feel that Lu Jing was looking at it. Once again, a glow shone on the sword.

"Going to be alive?"

Lu Jing was thinking in his heart, and suddenly a crane chirped from every day.

Lu Jing seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look, but saw that the drinker with the red wine gourd and the demon token tied around his waist in the clouds and mist was looking down at him.

The white-haired Baili Qingfeng looked at Lu Jing, and a divine thought fell into Lu Jing's mind. Lu Jing hadn't reacted yet.

Baili Qingfeng glanced at Taixuan Palace, and suddenly waved his sleeves. The heavens and the earth have not changed, nor have there been storms and rains.

Only a flash of light was fleeting.

Lu Jing looked at the long sword again, but saw a five-colored light flowing from the sword's body.

An Qianglu, who was not far away, seemed to be aware of it, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said loudly: "The sword creature is no longer a sword embryo.

Mr. Lu Jing, since it is your sword, you still need to water your vitality and shine the starlight, and you can also drench your qi and blood to help the sword form! ”

"From now on, you are the master of this sword, the master of the sword spirit!" An Weak Deer shouted loudly, and brought a series of coughing sounds.

Yu Zhuoxian stood in the distance, faintly aware of the connection between Lu Jing and this sword. The sword has a spirit, and you know who is your master!

Zhong Yubai was a little excited.

Jokhang Temple host, Zhao Qingyang, abbot monk, Shenxiu······ Even the Buddha of the weak deer. Many generals, many ministers.

See the Seven Princes in the Su Mansion, Shen Budo, and Li Guanlong, the Shaozhu State on the Dragon Dance Street······ The two Guogong Mansions, and even Jiang Baishi on Qingyun Street.

They were all waiting silently, waiting for Lu Jing to become the master of the famous sword, and they were also waiting for Sun Boyuan, who had a golden light in his eyes, to set the ranking of this long sword.

Lu Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He didn't look up before he could perceive that deep in the clouds, there was also a powerful immortal in the sky looking down at him. And Tianque and Sky Samsung are also ready to move.

"With this famous sword, plus those who don't want to see me die under the robbery of the West Tower in the sky, plus the study building...

··· I had a glimmer of life. ”

Lu Jing thought about this, and suddenly opened his eyes. I saw starlight lingering in the void.

The dazzling starlight broke through the heavy clouds and fell straight down, shining on the sword. Thundered!

Suddenly, there was thunder in the south. There is also the Dharma Body of the Heavenly King appearing to hold the long sword.

Taibai sword light, Fuguang sword energy, and fearless sword spirit shine brightly. This is how the young man's sword armor life grid operates.

Under the reflection of the Yuan Star in the world, the thick and incomparable Yuan Qi turned into a long river, which was continuously poured into the sword.

Luo Mingyue is a person who knows the sword, and after the battle of the spirit tide, she fell into the realm, and she is no longer a celestial in the sword, but she is still a great master of the sword.

So when she saw this scene, she might as well hold the sword at her waist. "Five Yuan Stars.

Taibai Sword Light, Heavenly King Might, Thunder Edge, Kunpeng Vastness, and the Mysterious Yuan Star Infinite Yuan, plus he has already cultivated a sword spirit, fearless and fearless.

Lu Jing's sword, even if it can't help him kill the heavens. Since then, there has been no rival under the Eight Realms. ”

"There is no rival under the Eight Realms?" Luo Shubai, Nan Heyu, and even the extraordinarily knowledgeable Liu were all silent. Without this sword, Lu Jing could slash the gods.

Now with this sword, Lu Jing alone is only afraid of being able to defeat the two or three gods and the star palace. "I remember that this young sword armor is only eighteen years old?" Luo Mingyue suddenly asked.

Luo Shubai licked his pale lips and said, "If you are not young, how can you be called a young sword armor?" Everyone Liu also nodded.

At this moment, Luo Mingyue suddenly sensed something, frowned and said, "No, although the five Yuan Stars are strong, and the Dreadnought Sword Spirit is sharp, how can this sword spirit be so powerful?" ”

The Toad Sword, which was originally held by Luo Mingyue and was about to move, fell silent again at this moment. Nan Heyu glanced at the Toad Famous Sword.

"The inspiration of the Toad Sword was the birth of the famous sword, and its majesty was damaged, and it wanted to fly out of the scabbard and break the sword fetus, but now it has fallen silent······

It's because ······"

The expressions of the willow people sitting in front of the flowers and plants changed slightly. "Then Lu Jing is writing with a pen?"

Before the long sword.

Lu Jing didn't know when he took out the pen.

I saw that his expression was solemn and his body was upright. The rich aura of grandeur is infused into the pen.

At this moment, Lu Jing used Haoran Qi as ink, and his pen was quietly triggered by a divine destiny. A piece of vitality text appeared in Lu Jing's pen.

"Try to brush the iron body like snow, talk about killing the West Building with a sword!" Let's talk about two lines of poetry, and the heaven and earth will immediately kill the air!

Rolling Haoran Qi suddenly poured into the sword light, and it was actually painted with an infinite righteous killing intent! The long sword that had been a silver light turned into a snowy color.

The immortal-slaying spirit left behind by the black gold of the Slaughter Immortal instantly shone with a dazzling glow. This light soars into the void.

The thunder light was vertical and horizontal, and the killing aura was heavy, and then it turned into a surging sword qi and slashed through the air.

In an instant, the gaze and divine thoughts that flowed down from the sky were all cut off by this glorious sword qi! "Bold!"

"Presumptuous!"

From the void, a series of ethereal but furious roars flowed down and exploded in the invading ears. Lu Jing was not afraid, he took a step with his head held high, and stretched out his right hand to hold the white hilt of this long sword.

The five-colored streamer of the hilt of the sword flashed in a flash.

"Lu Jing stands in the world with this sword, waiting for all the immortals to come and kill me!" Lu Jing held the long sword in his hand and slowly spoke.

There was no anger in his voice, only a deep calm. And the same goes for the sword in his hand.

Thunder, five colors, killing, might······

Everything disappeared and disappeared without a trace.

The long sword was slender and glowing with cold light, and the white long sword was matched with Lu Jing's white robe. The young man in white held a long sword, as if he had a world-famous style.

The strong people who saw this scene all knew it.

Lu Jing cast this long sword in order to kill the Heavenly West Tower!

And his poem, with a fearless spirit, loudly declared war on the West Tower in the sky. The mortal world holds a sword, and is not afraid of the immortals in the sky.

"Respectable!"

Ji Yuanzhi stood up and said, "Originally, I still felt a little sorry for my Yama phalanges, but now it seems that if Lu Jing doesn't die in this catastrophe, I'm afraid that the Yama phalanges are not worthy of Lu Jing." ”

Fu Wudao also had a look of appreciation in his eyes, and said with a smile: "It seems that I have too much prejudice against Taixuanjing. I never expected that such heroes would be born in Taixuanjing today! ”

An weaker regained some strength, and looked at the sword in Lu Jing's hand in a daze.

It wasn't until some time had passed that he breathed another sigh of relief and said in a loud voice, "Mr. Lu Jing, have you ever named this sword?" ”

Lu Jing turned his head to look at An Weak, and said with a smile: "Mr. helped me get such a sword, Lu Jing still has a catastrophe, I don't know if I can repay it in the future."

Why don't you name this sword after your husband? Sun Boyuan glanced at An Weilu with some envy.

An was stunned at first, and then there was more joy in his eyes. And after rejoicing, he shook his head.

"Sir, I came to forge a sword to repay the kindness of others, you don't have to repay me.

With the power of Mr., I forged such a baby sword, and I want to repay Mr. instead.

What's more, Sir is the master of the sword, and the famous sword has a spirit, and I named him only because I am afraid that this sword spirit will not like it. Lu Jing looked down at the sword in his hand, and remembered the Heavenly West Tower.

"This sword is still nameless, I still have a calamity to pass, I named him, if this sword fights for the first time, I will die under that calamity, and it is inevitable that this sword will also fall into shackles.

That being the case, let's first call it to kill the West Building, only as a number, not as a name. Wait until I cut down the West Building, and then I will name it! ”

"Only a number, not a name?" An Weaker said sincerely: "Mr. is a person who loves swords. ”

As he said this, he turned his head and asked the storyteller on the side in a low voice: "Brother Boyuan, this sword ······ In your eyes, how can you rank? ”

Sun Boyuan's eyes were full of mystery, and he said, "Guess! An Weaker said excitedly: "Ninth? ”

Sun Boyuan did not hesitate: "It's low." ”

Some people died, but not completely......