Forging a sword was by no means an easy task, and the disciples of the Sword Pond Palace had to hammer the iron embryo every day for at least three years from the beginning.

But that's just stepping on the threshold of sword casting, the posture of the hammer, the control of the flame temperature of the sword furnace, and the accuracy of the position of the hammer...... These are habits that need to be cultivated, experience to pile up, and it takes more time!

Therefore, the old swordsmith originally planned to let An Le spend a month to learn sword casting roughly, master some basic skills of sword casting, and then let An Le hammer the important process and cultivate his relationship with the sword with his own participation in the training.

Finally, complete the forging and boiling of Anle's own sword weapons.

However, at this moment, An Le started a thousand catties of iron hammer and smashed it on the iron embryo in the sword casting furnace, and between the sparks splashed, he showed an extremely skillful hammer drop style!

"Impossible!"

The ten thousand willows on the side were carrying a thousand catties of iron hammers, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.

The waist and limb power skills at the time of this hammer, as well as the arc of the thousand-pound iron hammer, are exactly the same as the sword-casting skills taught by the Sword Pool Palace, just like a disciple of the Sword Pool Palace who has been cultivating a sword all year round and has been forging swords all year round!

But...... Wan Jieliu believed that in the past three days, he had never taken An Le to experiment with sword casting with his own hands.

The sword casting furnace is connected with the earth immortal fire below the Sword Pond Palace, and the earth immortal fire triggered by it will be very dangerous for those who are not familiar with the flames, even if it is a cultivator of the Double Five Realms, it cannot be said that it can be guaranteed to be unharmed.

Besides, these three days were for An Le to recuperate and stabilize the cultivation of the Double Five Realms that had just broken through, how could anyone teach An Le to forge a sword?

The old swordsmith who had forgotten to drink tea slowly got up, and in his dark eyes, the Yuan Ling Essence Iron Embryo that had changed shape under a hammer was reflected.

There was a hint of surprise and surprise in his eyes.

Forging a sword has nothing to do with cultivation, because the heaviest hammer used is only 3,000 catties, and such an iron hammer can be grabbed by the cultivators of the Five Realms after dispatching the qi and blood strength in their bodies.

However, for the power skills of the hammer, etc., it takes countless attempts and explorations, and after mastering the rules, it can really burst out.

This is also why the old swordsmith plans to let Wan Jieliu teach An Le, and when An Le will be able to deform the Yuan Ling Essence Iron Embryo before he can start the next step of guidance.

And in the plan he gave An Le, the time left for An Le to deform the fine iron embryo was three days!

However, the first hammer of Anle ...... The fine iron was smashed and deformed.

It surprised him.

The momentum that released the mind and mobilized the whole body was almost perfect, and the control of the falling hammer was flawed, but it was already good.

The most important thing is the emotions that flow between the hammers......

That kind of self-confidence that will surely become a sword between swinging a hammer......

It was like a raging wave crashing against the old swordsmith.

As the world's No. 1 swordsmith, he has cultivated too many disciples, but he has never seen a newcomer who can burst out with such strong confidence when he holds the hammer for the first time!

The old swordsmith raised his hand and stopped Wan Jieliu's open words.

The meaning is obvious, let Anle continue to hammer.

And after An Le dropped the first hammer, all his minds were intertwined and gathered on the hammer, and his mind was dispatched to smash the second hammer.

However, although I could see the mood and joy of the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace when they succeeded in forging the sword, the experience of the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace in forging the sword was copied a lot.

However, this is still the first time An Le has dropped the hammer, because it is all about the process of successfully forging a sword.

Although it was only the first hammer, Anle was a fusion of that confident emotion.

After the first hammer, An Le also felt a special emotion spread all over his body in an instant, every inch of flesh and blood was cheering excitedly, his eyes were bright, and the hammer that smashed and deformed the fine iron embryo popped out by inertia, but he continued to pick it up with force, and between the sparks flying, it was like a dream!

Go on!

Second hammer!

This hammer, the momentum of An Le is even worse, the first hammer may still be restricted, but the confidence of the second hammer is getting stronger and stronger!

The air of the pressure wails!

Whew—

It was as if the thunder exploded under the hammer, and there were arcs of thunder scurrying and intertwining between the collision of the hammer and the iron embryo!

The flames in the sword-forging furnace surged out like a circle of ripples, and after hitting the furnace wall, they reunited in the center again, and the fire was great!

An Le's eyebrow sword furnace hung in the air, hanging on the sword furnace, countless sword qi burst out from it, with the smashing of a hammer, the sword qi spread and intertwined into it, improving the induction between the iron embryo and grasping every change of the iron embryo!

In the inner dan, the mystery is self-generated.

Fierce hugging Yue, huge power!

The body of the Tongshen Sword trembled slightly, and even every wisp of sword qi in the body was stimulated, and the iron embryo in the sword casting furnace underwent a different change!

The earth immortal fire poured out from the sword-forging furnace, blue and crimson intertwined, roaring more and more fiercely, the flames steamed the air, and the essence of the hammer in the fine iron embryo was all intertwined in the air.

"Good!"

The old swordsmith's eyes sparkled, and he bloomed with unprecedented joy!

He put down the porcelain jar filled with tea, strode into the sword-casting furnace, and began to help Anle forge the sword, turning the Yuanling fine iron embryo in the sword-casting furnace.

And An Le's movements were not deformed, and he did not have any panic because of his joining.

Hammer, keep hammering!

Every time the hammer falls, it provokes the fine iron embryo to change shape!

Originally, the old swordsmith also planned to let An Le be familiar with the process of sword casting and master the means of sword casting, and then under his guidance, he participated in some trivial sword casting processes to increase the familiarity with the sword, which can be regarded as participating in the completion of the sword casting.

But now seeing An Le's skillful forging skills, he even surged out his spirit and spirit, reaching a state that was difficult for ordinary swordsmiths to achieve.

The old swordsmith Wang Yansheng was ecstatic!

It's so spiritual!

This son can ring the bell thirty-six times, and the spirituality of the sword is simply natural, as if there is divine help!

This kind of sword-casting state is very rare, and there is no one in ten thousand, which naturally mobilized his mood, made him happy to see the hunt, and started to cast the sword.

Even, he changed his original way of thinking, not planning to be led by himself, but planning to be led by An Le, and he assisted in completing the sword casting that belonged to An Le.

Even if it is only a third-grade sword, but An Le personally casts it, it is better than a second-grade sword!

Moreover, Wang Yansheng is confident, according to An Le's momentum, with his assistance, he will definitely not just stop at Sanpin!

Poop!

Oooo

The sound became louder and louder, and when it was piercing, it was like a thunderbolt exploding, and it spread from the Sword Forge Workshop in an instant, and spread to the entire Sword Pool Palace.

In many swordsmithing workshops, the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace who were learning to forge swords, or some swordsmiths, all involuntarily stopped the movements in their hands, and listened attentively to the explosion of this sword-casting, as if superimposed to form a monstrous sound of falling hammers.

"Who's forging the sword? Is it Master Wang? ”

"No, this is not like the sound of Master Wang's falling hammer, if you remember correctly, Master Wang is teaching An Gongzi to forge a sword today when he rings the sword bell thirty-six times, right? It's hard to ......"

"Interesting, hurry up and take a look, this An Gongzi...... I guess I've never forged a sword, it's the first time I've forged a sword...... Is it like that? ”

……

The swordsmiths who walked out of the swordsmithing workshop looked at each other and discussed with each other.

The next moment, they all became interested, and they gave up casting the sword in the sword casting furnace one after another, and walked towards Wang Yansheng's sword casting workshop in the depths of the Sword Pool Palace.

In front of Jianchi Lake, under the huge sword bell, many disciples of the Sword Pond Palace and the geniuses of the Dali Kingdom Star List who were sitting here, brewing the emotions of the sword bell, and realizing the afterglow left by the thirty-six bell waves, also showed a look of astonishment.

Lu Shisan was the most confused, he had a good relationship with An Le in the past three days, but, however, he never thought that An Le would be able to do this for the first time casting a sword.

These days, An Le asked him a lot about the content and skills of sword casting, he knew everything, and from some questions, it can be known that An Le really has never forged a sword, that is, a sword-casting novice.

However, now listening to the sound of the hammer hammering the sword-forging stove, I only felt that the hairs stood on end.

He didn't care about Zhong Bo's aftertaste, after he got up, he carried the sword on his back, spread his legs and walked towards Master Wang's swordsmithing workshop.

Lu Ziwei didn't know how to forge a sword, but she was very interested in An Le.

She got up and followed.

Master Wang's sword-casting workshop is sparsely populated on weekdays, and because the majesty is still there, the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace dare not come here.

But today, outside the swordsmithing workshop, there were dense disciples of the Sword Pool Palace, and there were many swordsmiths who were shirtless, revealing their interest.

Through the portal, they could see that there was a young man in Tsing Yi, who was sweating profusely, picking up a thousand catties of sledgehammers, blending spirit, sword energy, and mind, constantly beating the Yuanling fine iron embryo in the sword-casting furnace, and blowing up one after another earth fairy fire that seemed to be a call sign!

The crimson earth immortal fire made the temperature of the entire sword casting workshop continue to rise, and the intertwined and lingering fire qi seemed to turn into one after another entangled roaring fire dragons!

"Incredible! This spirit, this spirituality! Is this really the first time you have forged a sword?! ”

"Ringing the bell thirty-six times, the sword heart is clear, coupled with the enthusiasm integrated into this sword, I don't know why...... I felt like I saw the joy and confidence I felt when I first succeeded in forging my sword. ”

"Every drop of the hammer is full of the emotions of a swordsmith, casting a sword, casting a sword...... Over the years, we have been numb to casting swords, but today, I seem to have realized the original intention of casting swords, and the original intention is still the key to casting sincere swords! ”

One by one, the swordsmiths were full of emotion, and even a little inexplicably moved.

They are naturally all eyesighted, not to mention An Le's skillful sword-casting skills, the emotions revealed by the swordsmith when he forged the sword infected them.

While these swordsmiths sighed, they also felt shocked, this world ...... Is there really a demon?

Obviously, he has never touched sword casting, but he can do it for the first time casting a sword, and he doesn't look like a first-time swordsmith.

Perhaps, some people are born for the sword.

The sword mound screams for it, and the sword weapon grows for it!

The majestic sword qi intertwined from the sword casting workshop, and An Le's mind completely sank into it.

He didn't know how many hammers he had swung, but his momentum showed no signs of exhaustion, but grew worse and stronger.

The body of the Tongshen Sword is trembling, driving the majestic sword qi, in the mud pill palace in the center of the eyebrows, the sword furnace is coming out, and the glow behind the Yuan Shen is dotted, stimulating the sword waterfall sword qi.

Helping the transformation of the red-hot Yuan Ling Essence Iron Embryo in the Sword Casting Furnace.

The iron embryo has now been beaten into a narrow length, gradually showing a vague sword body appearance, Wang Yansheng is an old swordsmith, every time he turns over, he can just the right position to be beaten, and put it on the point of Anle's hammer.

The state of peace is getting better and better, and the strength that bursts out between the falling hammers is also constantly overlapping!

Master Wang Yansheng's face showed excitement and solemnity, and he didn't know when he was already holding a small hammer in his hand, always paying attention to the state of comfort.

Once Anle's momentum begins to weaken, he will also drop the hammer to help Anle's momentum!

If you can complete the casting of the sword weapon in one go, it is naturally of great significance, and the sword weapon born in this way is also the most spiritual and suitable for the sword holder!

Wang Yansheng's eyes reflected the firelight, the silver threads of sword hair flew under the waves of fire and sword qi, his heart was beating violently, and he was extremely looking forward to this time!

If it is said that the hammer fell at the beginning, An Le relied on the pictures of the years when the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace forged swords, and with the increase in the number of hammer drops, the influence of those years has gradually been put aside.

The force of the waist twisting, the arc of the hammer, and the power added by the falling hammer are gradually controlled by the body, as if forming a kind of inertia.

That's the change brought about by the Divine Sword Body!

Anle did not resist this change, but went with it.

The qi and blood all over the body exploded and surged, surging out, and turned into strength, between every drop of hammer and thunder, it was a tempering hammer of qi and blood!

The force of the shock ran down the arms holding the hammer, spreading the muscles and bones.

In the inner dan, the innate aura is intertwined, and it is more and more tenacious to be tempered by this force!

Xuanyi was born, and the fierce image was like hugging the mountains and roaring, and An Le's stable forging body cultivation seemed to have been greatly stimulated in a period of time!

Casting a sword is like practice, exhaling and breathing is spitting, swinging a hammer and trembling in the boil!

An Le Qing's shirt hunted loudly, as if the horns of his clothes were hung with extremely sharp sword qi!

The furnace is pure and green sells the sword qi, and the frost flowers want to reflect the fairy roots!

At this moment, in the sword-casting workshop, the sword qi was roaring and surging, those well-tempered swords that hung on the walls of the sword-casting workshop, and even those that failed to temper and were abandoned on the ground, all trembled slightly, and there seemed to be sword qi diffused and intertwined!

Every inch of An Le's qi and blood was in the process of wielding the hammer, suffering from the beating.

Outside the Sword Forge Workshop.

Everyone only felt that the spirit was getting bigger and bigger, and the thunderous beating sound after the explosion was like a cloud, as if it was stacked into a huge wave, constantly emptying down!

The disciples of the Sword Pool Palace and the sword forgers couldn't help but turn upright.

They gradually felt that this young man in Tsing Yi, who had come into contact with sword casting for the first time, might be about to forge a terrifying sword weapon!

Time passed bit by bit, but everyone had no feeling.

The disciples of the Sword Pool Palace and the sword forgers were all immersed in the thunderous sound of hammers, and some of them were even silently counting, thousands of hammers had already passed!

The geniuses of the Dali Kingdom Star List don't know much about casting, but they didn't stay for too long, and they all left.

Only Lu Ziwei was still observing.

She also doesn't know how to forge swords, but she knows swords, and she also has her own understanding of swords.

The blue star sword in his arms trembled gently with every blow that exploded.

Time passed bit by bit.

The sun rises and sets, and the stars rise and scatter the sky.

However, in the Sword Pool Palace, the sound of thrashing has never stopped, and the earth immortal fire has been tumbling and roaring, and the fire is getting bigger and bigger, making the temperature of the entire Sword Pool Palace seem to have risen a lot!

The thrashing continued for five days!

All the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace felt extremely incredible, because, in the past five days and five nights, the sound of the explosion and collision between the thousand-pound iron hammer and the sword-casting platform has never stopped and exhausted!

The momentum keeps climbing, climbing!

"This ...... Is this going to be a second-grade sword?! ”

"This momentum, can that young man grasp it?!"

A swordsmith was shocked.

With the cultivation of the Double Five Realms, the first time you cast a sword, you have to impact the second-grade sword?

What kind of monster is this?

Is this still human?!

In five days, outside the swordsmithing workshop, people came and went, and came and went.

Everyone is looking forward to the birth of the sword.

……

……

There was a sword light that tore rapidly from the sky above Jinguan City, and Su Musha and Zhao Huangting fell with their swords and returned to the Sword Pool Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the mountain gate of the Sword Pond Palace, he felt a wave of empty heat rolling in.

Zhao Huangting's plain clothes hunting, a look of surprise couldn't help but appear in his eyes.

"What kind of momentum is this? Has Master Wang already started forging swords for An Le? But that's too loud, isn't it? ”

The heat wave in the air is the heat formed by the earth immortal fire, but the earth immortal fire has been controlled by Jianchi Lake for thousands of years, and it is very difficult for such a majestic heat wave to be swept away.

Su Musha's feelings were even clearer, with a puzzled look on his face: "Could it be that Master Wang didn't cast a sword for An Le, but instead forged his first-grade sword that had been boiling for decades?" ”

"A pinji sword that has been boiling for decades?"

Zhao Huangting couldn't help but jump.

As the world's No. 1 sword-casting place, Jianchi Lake has produced too many sword-casting masters for thousands of years, but for so many years, there are only six first-grade swords cast.

They are: Zhan Lu, Chixiao, Tai'a, Chunjun, Chengying, Seven Star Longyuan.

Each one is a famous sword in the world.

Now there are only two first-grade extreme swords in the Sword Pool Palace, and one is the extreme sword hanging from the waist of the old sword saint.

The other one is the seven-star dragon abyss guarded by the treasure of Jianchi Lake!

The four famous swords of Zhanlu, Chixiao, Tai'a, and Chunjun have long been lost and are difficult to find.

And these first-grade extreme swords are all ancient swords, and in the past two thousand years, the swordsmiths of Jianchi Lake have forged the highest-ranking sword weapons, which are just first-grade swords.

A first-grade sword, although it is not comparable to such treasures as Wenqu Monument, Wukui Stone, and Sword Bell.

But it's already the limit of a product!

It is the lifelong pursuit of every swordsmith in Jianchi Lake, and he is even willing to sacrifice his life to cast!

"No, this sound of falling hammers doesn't look like Master Wang's style!"

Su Mu frowned suddenly.

The next moment, he looked at Zhao Huangting.

A look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the two.

"It's hard to ......"

The two of them no longer hesitated, their bodies swept out quickly, and in just a moment, they came to Wang Yansheng's sword casting workshop.

In front of today's sword-casting workshop, a dense crowd has already been blocked.

The disciples of the Sword Pool Palace, the swordsmiths, all rushed over, gathered outside, squinted, and waited with anticipation for the casting of the sword in the swordsmithing workshop.

"Palace Master."

Many people saw Su Musha and saluted respectfully.

Su Musha nodded, and asked about the specific situation, and some swordsmiths had already held back their words, and they just poured out at this moment.

Su Musha understood the specific situation after listening to it, stopped the swordsmith who still wanted to express his amazement, and looked at the swordsmith in shock.

After beating for five days and five nights, the spirit has climbed to such a situation!

This young man...... The first time I cast a sword, I did it, what kind of monster is it?

She looked at Zhao Huangting, as if asking with her eyes, Xianggong, what kind of monster did you bring here.

Zhao Huangting was shocked in his heart, how did he know when An Le would actually forge a sword?

But in the face of Su Musha's gaze, he had to remain calm, holding his hands on his chest, his white hair flying, and a smile on the corner of his lips that was unfathomable and everything under control.

Suddenly, inside the swordsmith's workshop.

Like thunder smashing down the world, the thrashing sound suddenly stagnated.

Everyone's hearts were beating.

A swordsmith narrowed his eyes and muttered, "The momentum has climbed to the peak, this young man has reached the limit......"

"It's a pity, at most two grades...... Well?! ”

However, before the swordsmith could finish speaking, his eyes widened slightly.

Because, in the swordsmithing workshop, there was a new thrashing sound, like a big hand, holding up the arm that was exhausted and could not lift the hammer.

……

……

An Le gasped heavily, and under the five days and five nights of sleepless swinging of the hammer, the Yuan Ling Essence Iron Embryo had already turned into a long sword, and the red sword body was as bright as the sun.

After wielding nearly 10,000 hammers, An Le felt that his qi and blood had reached the limit, and his mind could no longer support him to stack this spirit.

An Le exhaled, and under the green shirt, every inch of skin was bulging, and there were green tendons rolling under the skin like a dragon.

The ancient scriptures are intertwined on the surface of the skin, which is the situation of forging the body to the extreme!

When the momentum of the last hammer stagnated, An Le felt like a mountain-like sword qi, as if it was about to collapse in an instant, crushing him to pieces.

However, with a crisp sound, it was the sound of a hammer falling, which actually held up the spirit of peace.

An Le gasped and gasped, and couldn't help but look.

But he saw the old man with silver hair on his sword, holding the hammer in one hand, and there was a sound of cracking and exploding, carrying most of the sword qi pressure for him.

"Go on!"

The old man said solemnly.

An Le gasped and swung the hammer again.

Woo-ding!

Woo-ding!

After An Le dropped the hammer, the old man took advantage of the situation to drop another hammer, from the sound of one hammer to the sound of two hammers, but the spirit that was about to collapse was pulled and stacked again!

The earth immortal fire exploded, and the fire on the sword-casting furnace was flourishing.

Wan Jie Liu on the side was already sweating profusely, maintaining the fire, and constantly taking out some dense materials and sprinkling them into the sword-casting furnace to assist in sword casting!

And at this moment, the sword-casting master Wang Yansheng was after helping An Le hold up his momentum.

I couldn't stop shivering.

He felt the divine will coming from An Le's body, it was a divine will that was enough to make the sword cheer!

At this moment, Wang Yansheng suddenly realized why An Le could ring the bell thirty-six, and he could cast a sword for the first time, and his momentum was like a mountain!

It's talent!

It's constitution!

It's an irreproducible relationship!

There are scenes flashing in front of me, this is a once-in-a-lifetime fate, a fate that is difficult to capture!

Tears suddenly welled up in Wang Yansheng's eyes.

He has always wanted to forge a first-grade sword and become a great swordsmith who can catch up with and surpass the ancients and leave a name in heaven and earth.

But he knew that it was too difficult to forge a first-grade extreme sword.

Zhan Lu, Chixiao, Tai'a, Chunjun, Chengying, Seven Star Longyuan!

Each one is a legendary sword, and it is an unrepeatable sword!

has been boiling a sword for decades, but Wang Yansheng has never been sure that he will cast a first-class sword.

Because, he can feel the emotion of failure, and he can't see the hope of success.

And today, he realized a fate!

If he hadn't grasped this edge, he would never have had the slightest chance to forge a first-grade extreme sword in this life!

"What's the point of failure? And what about success? ”

"Even if this sword doesn't belong to me, what's the matter!"

"But seek a line of heaven and earth, and cast the sword !! today"

"The Sword Comes !!"

Wang Yansheng laughed, and at the moment when he dropped a hammer and held up the momentum of the Anle hammer.

Raising his hand, he reached out towards another larger swordsmithing furnace in the distance, which had been burning all along.

In an instant, this sword-forging furnace exploded!

A crimson slurry sword embryo swept in an instant, and at a near-perfect time, it crashed into the hammer that An Le had just fallen.

Cracking sound!

It was as if infinite magma was raining down in the sword-forging furnace!

An even more terrifying sword aura and sword intent suddenly evaporated!

Inside the swordsmithing workshop, outside the swordsmithing workshop.

Everybody's discolored!

Wang Yansheng, the world's first swordsmith...... Lose your marbles!

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