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Shi Kong was shocked in an instant, just relying on the concussive power generated by striking iron to transmit into the air, it actually shook the muscles and bones of people seven or eight meters away, such a method was really too miraculous, and even made him a little doubtful, whether there really was such a person in the world.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers......

Shi Kong stood in front of the blacksmith shop and watched, silently, in fact, he couldn't move, his muscles and bones were scattered, it was difficult to speak, and the oncoming heat wave made his black hair curl, but now, he couldn't care so much, his eyes were fixed on the old blacksmith's movements, the sledgehammer was raised, and then fell, and the beautiful arcs were like the most exquisite works of art in the world, as well as the shocking impact sound, as if the war drums beating on the ancient battlefield, exuding a magnificent and solemn atmosphere.

The old blacksmith's movements were not fast, but Shi Kong noticed that almost every time the sledgehammer was raised, it was at the same height, and the old blacksmith's hand was surprisingly steady, and thousands of times the hammer fell, almost all of them fell on the same point, without a single mistake.

This is enough to make people shocked, even if he has laid the foundation of the Extreme Dao Martial Arts and practiced the eighteen basic sword styles for four years, Shi Kong can't grasp every point he wants to attack so accurately, otherwise he wouldn't have those two extra swords when he fought with Na Qiu Tu before.

Soon, on the anvil, the original palm-sized piece of pig iron was only the size of a thumb, and the whole body was red and gorgeous, like a wisp of red glow, although it was very small, it could also be seen that this was a sword blank.

At this time, the old blacksmith stopped moving, and the sledgehammer fell to the ground, and there was no imaginary loud noise, only a slight friction sound. He grabbed the hookah on one side, lit the copper pipe on the fire, took a deep breath, and then spit it out, the blue-white smoke curled Nana, and it rose into the air wantonly, without the slightest rule.

"Things in the village are not for sale, you can go. The old blacksmith said lightly, glancing at the doorway, and took a step back to lie down on a shiny rattan chair.

"Old man, I want to ask ......"

"It's been a long time since anyone has been in the village, so let's pick up some weapons and go. ”

Before Ishiku could finish speaking, the old blacksmith interrupted him, and pointed to the weapon rack not far from the forge with a free hand.

"I'm just ......"

"Pick up your weapons!" interrupted the old blacksmith again, with some impatience.

Shi Kong frowned, the old man had a good temper, but he still followed the old blacksmith's gaze and fell to the weapon rack in the shop, and this look suddenly made him a little unable to take his eyes off.

His gaze first fell on a long knife that was dark all over and naturally had dark gold patterns, the five-foot-long broadsword couldn't see any material, and the blade was dull, but Shi Kong felt a palpitation, just at the first glance, he felt a burst of dizziness, and the cold hairs behind him exploded, so he quickly looked away.

"The Soul Devouring Knife, quenched with tens of thousands of ancient battlefield spirits, and the pig iron ore unearthed after the underground yin qi of the tomb group eroded for thousands of years, was made in thousands of days, and the soul was lost and depressed. ”

The old blacksmith was smoking a hookah, half-squinting and lying on a wicker chair, as if he knew what Shikong was looking at, and explained to himself.

The stone sky is awe-inspiring, not to mention how this soul devouring knife is, just listening to the conditions of this forging, it is daunting.

Immediately, his gaze fell on another weapon, this is a large bow, the whole body is pale cyan, flashing with a cold metallic luster, the bow body is coiled with a frog, the bowstring is like green jade, crystal clear, but just a glance, this big bow trembles to itself, and faintly exudes a thick bloody gas.

What an amazing spirituality!

Shi Kong couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, this is the only thing that exists in the legendary divine bow.

"The Fengjiao bow is made of the backbone of the thousand-year-old Dao Fengjiao and the dragon tendons, and the Fengjiao arrow polished into the claws of the nine-pole Fengjiao. ”

The old blacksmith's voice sounded again, and the rattan chair swayed gently and creaked rhythmically.

"The heavy halberd, 1,800 calcined heavy iron casting, smelted with strong magnetism in the center of the earth, weighing 99,600 catties, the halberd falls like a landslide, and gravity shatters the internal organs. ”

"Falling rainbow gun, thousands of zhang snow peak bare iron and stone bathed in a hundred years of sunset, thousands of eighty-one days of becoming, the gun out of the clouds and dance, gathering and scattering hidden killing machines. ”

......

On the entire weapon rack, there were a total of seventeen weapons, and when they looked at them one by one, they were all divine weapons that Shi Kong had never heard of, and the old blacksmith did not get the slightest boredom to explain, he felt more and more that he was dreaming, but the clenched fists, and the nails pierced into the palms were telling him, which was real.

"Seventeen divine weapons, if I get any bite, I can kill an extreme martial artist with ease. Shi Kong's chest rose and fell, and he secretly said in his heart, "Eighteen kinds of blades, but only ...... are missing"

"Pick one. The old blacksmith's copper pipe knocked twice on the ground, poured out the ashes, glanced at Shi Kong with some cloudy eyes, and began to concentrate on loading the tobacco, without raising his head, "Whichever one you want, what martial artist can barely kill." ”

What the!

For a moment, Shi Kong's pupils contracted, and he stared at the old blacksmith in disbelief, but quickly retracted his expression, he understood that the old man only said what he wanted to say, and would not answer him.

He was silent, his eyes swept back and forth on the weapon rack, and he swallowed his saliva many times, until the muscles of his body tensed and his back tingled, and he reacted, almost without thinking, the movements of the past few years were like flowing water, and the next moment, he looked at the broken sword in his hand and was a little stunned, and a touch of red dripped from the fracture, which was the blood that belonged to him.

"There are many things, and each one returns to his roots. In the final analysis, it is said to be quiet, quiet is said to be restored, life is said to be normal, and knowledge is often said to be ......"

Shi Kong muttered to himself, his eyes were a little confused, the ancient sage said that all things have roots, where are his roots?

In an instant, he seemed to see the blurred figure ten years ago, the back under the bright moon was upright, it was one of the few pictures when he was a child, in a trance, he seemed to see a simple and twisted corridor, a stubborn and weak figure staggering, blood fell like plums, sweat like flying feathers, that day, like green silk twilight into snow.

In the end, he saw a young and thin shadow, dancing swords in the deep old house, sweating like rain, what a solemn and stubborn little face, cold and summer, the sun and the moon reincarnation, day after day, year after year.

In the fourth year, he could no longer see this familiar face, and vaguely, he stood in an empty and ancient cave, in front of a stone wall, a stone mirror stood out, reflecting a lonely figure, it was himself.

I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't know when the stone mirror is broken, dense, and full of cracks along with himself......

Boom!

When the long years pass, one day after all, the stone mirror is shattered, falling apart, there are chaotic stones piercing the air, destroying nothingness, when a qiē is like a dream bubble, the only thing that still exists in front of me is only the broken sword in his hand, and in this blacksmith shop, the old rattan chair is full of rhythm, and it seems to be the eternal swaying sound.

His gaze became firm, Shi Kong took a deep breath, his eyes left the weapon rack, without the slightest nostalgia, and after a little groaning, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the red-hot sword blank on the anvil, and said: "I want to ask the old man for guidance, borrow the anvil and use it, and reforge a sword." ”

"Are you sure?"

The old blacksmith's half-lying body stopped shaking, and his cloudy eyes lifted, and a faint hint of surprise flashed in them.

"Please make it happen, the old man. Shikong clenched his fists and bowed down.

"The host chooses the inheritance, and there is still half a year left in the first trial, so please do your best to improve. ”

The cold voice sounded in his mind again, but at this moment, Shi Kong didn't have any expression except for being slightly stunned.

"Good. The old blacksmith got up, looked at him deeply, and said calmly, "You have a good look." ”

After a few steps, Shi Kong only felt a light in his hand, the broken sword had reached the old man's hand, the old blacksmith held the broken sword in one hand, grabbed the big hammer next to the anvil with the other, and turned around suddenly, and the hammer more than half a person high set off a gust of wind, like a meteor falling, smashing on the red-burning sword blank.

Bite!

On the anvil, the thumb-sized, red-like sword blank seemed to come to life, and suddenly rose into the air, less than two feet high, and the old blacksmith held the broken sword in his left hand and had already pressed it down, and the two pieces of metal, one cold and one hot, met each other, making a soft snort, and sparks flew everywhere. At this time, the old blacksmith let go of the hilt of the sword, held the hammer with both hands, and the sledgehammer, which weighed more than a thousand catties, picked up a perfect arc, like a full moon in the sky, and smashed down again.

Boom!

In an instant, the entire blacksmith shop seemed to shake, and the power contained in this hammer frightened Shi Hollow, and the broken sword was smashed on the anvil, and the sword body, the thumb-sized sword blank was embedded in it, as if it had melted, and there were faint signs at the junction.

The old blacksmith hammered and hammered, a series of sparks bloomed, the deafening metal trills were endless, Shi Kong was deeply attracted by the old man's movements, the ancient iron-striking business, this moment is by no means inferior to the world's top artwork, every collision sound, is the most sonorous melody.

A full thirty-six hammers, each hammer is strikingly similar, every action is like a thousand hammers, when the last bit of spark is extinguished, the old blacksmith withdraws, on the anvil, the broken sword is red, and the broken place is impressively extended forward by half an inch, although it is only half an inch, and the sword shape has not changed at all, but when it falls into the eyes of Shi Kong, there is an extra sense of heaviness and heaviness.

"See clearly, the rest, it's up to you. ”

The old blacksmith grabbed the hookah again, pointed to the pile of pig iron beside the anvil, and then to a hammer the size of a man's head in the corner, and said, "Beat these ten pieces of pig iron into the sword, and use this hammer." (New books rush to the list,Ask for recommendation votes,Collection,I implore every collector of the emperor to vote for Ziji!In addition,There are book friends who say what system?,Think too much.,It's not science fiction.,As for what the hell do you think I'll sue you.,Think too much.,I'll circle three circles left and three circles right...... ）