The drizzle is light, and the rainy season is coming, and the air is filled with the smell of unripe plums.

The scenery of Jinguan City is beautiful, not inferior to Gangneung Mansion, coupled with the special status of Jianchi Palace in this city, so King Gangneung also purchased an industry in this city.

Carved beams and painted buildings, rockery landscape pavilions, nine-song cloisters and other luxurious decorations are all available, in a luxurious courtyard, the idle pavilion stands quietly in the center of the small pond, and the eyes are full of water.

There are three people sitting in the pavilion, it is the king of Jiangling who is in a Confucian shirt, and the second prince Zhao Pei who has a crack in the golden sand in his eyebrows, and Li Qingchuan, a real person from the Heavenly Master's Mansion who is wearing a Taoist robe.

There is a charcoal stove burning in the pavilion, and a pot of liquor with a bright and ruddy color is placed on the stove, and the liquor is slowly heating up.

King Gangneung picked up one or two plums and threw them into the red liquor, which tumbled and exuded a slightly sweet and sour aroma, which mixed with the aroma of the liquor.

"The news has spread out, the reputation of this son has been spread in the world, the spring palace will be tested, the civil and military test double leader, become the largest Zhao Dynasty and the shortest champion Lang, plus before the spring festival, suffered fraud suspicions, extradition in front of the Qin Prime Minister's mansion, this son's reputation in the world is not weak."

"Now, it is ringing the sword bell of Jianchi Palace thirty-six times, attracting the unborn old sword saint, the sword heart is bright, and the future treasure of Jianchi Palace."

The second prince sat on a hollow carved stone bench with a faint smile on his face.

"I heard that in the Hell Mansion of the Western Liang Kingdom, there are already ghosts in the Hell Mansion who are tempted to come across the river in person, wanting to collect the corpse of this son and sacrifice the corpse puppet."

King Jiangling and Na Li Zhenren smiled at this and didn't care.

"Hell Mansion, as the famous Demon Sect today, is enshrined as the state religion by the Xiliang Kingdom, and it is even more prosperous, this Hell Mansion is staring at geniuses to kill, ghost arts, evil skills, and everything is done."

"Being targeted by the ghosts of Hell Mansion, that Anle has a headache."

As a Dao Gate, the Heavenly Master's Mansion naturally does not deal with the Hell Mansion, and he is also disgusted by some of the methods of the Hell Mansion, but he has to admit that the Hell Mansion has the support of the entire Xiliang State and has become the national religion of the Western Liang.

"It's useless to think so much, as long as An Le is in Jinguan City for a day, no, it should be said that for a day in Shuzhong, the ghosts of Hell Mansion will never dare to make a move, and they don't even dare to take their heads, if they want to live in Anle, everyone must be waiting for the old emperor to go north, and after Anle leaves Lin'an Mansion."

"However, the hellish mansion is ...... The most important thing is patience, they waited, and it was rumored that a ghost from Hell could wait for ten years to assassinate a target. ”

King Gangneung said with a chuckle.

He picked up the boiled plum wine and poured wine for the second prince Zhao Pei and Li Zhenren.

The scarlet liquor, swirling in the celadon cup, exudes a bewitching spirit.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, took a sip, and the sweet and sour taste of the plum, mixed with the sweetness of the wine, burst out in his mouth in an instant.

"Is it good?"

King Jiangling said elegantly and with a smile.

"Good wine." The second prince, Zhao Pei, said truthfully.

Taoist Li Qingchuan also took a sip: "It is indeed a good wine, the old Taoist has really never drunk it, I heard that the king of Jiangling likes to make wine, and he is a good winemaker, and now he drinks it, and it really deserves its reputation." ”

King Jiangling listened to the praise of the two, and saw the scarlet left on the corners of their lips after drinking, and couldn't help but show a soft smile.

"It's just a false name, winemaking is purely a personal hobby, and this king doesn't care about these false names."

"It's delicious, let's drink more."

King Gangneung said with a smile.

The rainy season poured down and fell on the black tiles of the pavilion, making a soft sound of rustling.

Suddenly.

King Gangneung's drinking action was stagnant, and an invisible heat wave, at an extremely fast speed, showed a ripple-like sweep of the shock wave, forming a wind that ran through the hall in the idle pavilion.

King Gangneung's Confucian shirt hunted and flew, he frowned, raised his head and looked in the direction of Jianchi Palace.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, and Li Zhenren of the Heavenly Master's Mansion also looked over.

However, I saw a red heat rolling up the sky, and the rainy season that was sprinkled all over the sky was evaporated, forming a hazy scenery that reflected the red light curtain.

A surging sword qi and sword intent surged out, stirring in the depths of Sword Pond Lake.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, and the Taoist Li Qingchuan of the Heavenly Master's Mansion still didn't understand what was going on, and they were confused.

However, King Gangneung, who often dealt with Jianchi Palace, shrank his eyes slightly.

"The oven is frying...... No, this power is not like an ordinary fryer, such a heat wave, only the sword-casting furnace of Wang Yansheng, the world's number one swordsmith, can suppress such a fairy fire! ”

"Wang Yansheng can fry? No way...... Unless, it was he who began to make a desperate attempt to make the final impact on the sword weapon that had been fought for decades! ”

"Wang Yansheng wants to forge a first-grade sword!"

A pinji sword?!

The second prince, Zhao Pei, and Li Zhenren of the Heavenly Master's Mansion were shocked when they heard this.

The world's swords, it is not easy to enter a product, and those who climb a product are the best in the world!

King Gangneung frowned.

This Wang Yansheng has been working hard for decades, why does he want to let go of everything to impact the first-grade extreme sword today?

Such a heat wave means that the sword-forging furnace explodes, and there is no turning back.

An Le had just rang the bell thirty-six times, and Wang Yansheng was about to cast a sword.

Is it a coincidence?

……

……

The exploding sword-casting furnace seemed to have an extremely suppressed sword aura, roaring out from it.

The sword-casting furnace that has forged countless swords, since it is an extraordinary thing, if it is calculated according to the grade, it can be a magic weapon of the third grade.

Although it is not a real magic weapon, but too many swords have been born in this sword-casting furnace, Wang Yansheng, as the first sword-casting master of Jianchi Lake, has a noble status, and his qualifications are also difficult to compare with ordinary sword-casting masters, so his sword-casting furnace can be said to be the sword-casting furnace with the most swords.

And now, this sword-casting furnace has exploded, and the sword energy and sword spirit contained in each wisp of the sword that comes out of the furnace are all at this moment, without restrictions, sweeping and whistling, provoking a storm in the sword-casting workshop!

With the burnt red, the surface of the sword embryo seemed to be still flowing pulp, moved out of the sword-casting furnace, and fell under the sledgehammer that An Le stretched out his muscles.

The jack-hammer that was picked up heavily fell with a bang, and the scorching air seemed to be distorted, and when the hammer was smashed, it let out an incomprehensible whimper, like a sword qi baby that was still in swaddling clothes, and let out a miserable whimper.

Even An Le's heart couldn't help but tremble, his heart was a little soft, and he couldn't bear or even dare to drop the hammer.

"Keep your heart up! Smash! ”

"Don't hesitate! The most important thing now is to forge a sword! ”

"Everything is false, everything is false!"

"Smash!"

"Smashing !!"

However, when An Le's heart trembled slightly, Wang Yansheng's sonorous and powerful voice exploded in his ears.

Swept away all the chaotic thoughts of An Le.

An Le's qi and blood rose again, and the tempered qi and blood became stronger and stronger, like an angry beast roaring at this moment.

The mysteries of the ancient demons and the five birds are all scattered around at this moment!

With a hammer smash, it slammed into the flowing slurry sword embryo that was integrated into Wang Yansheng's control, swept over, and integrated into the Yuan Ling Essence Iron Embryo!

Whew—

A loud bang swept away like a storm in an instant, and faintly, there seemed to be an invisible wave of fire, densely spreading, impacting the surroundings!

Even the initiator of An Le, at this moment, the eardrum is about to burst and secrete blood!

A terrible cry came from the sword embryo on the sword-forging platform.

An Le's hammer seemed to be not smashed on the sword embryo, but on the baby's body!

Meanwhile.

Wang Yansheng dropped the hammer without hesitation, and with a crisp sound, it helped An Le sweep away all the confusion and softness in his heart.

And on the side of the sword furnace, Wan Juliu, who was controlling the fire of the earth immortals, was dumbfounded.

and even ...... Tearing eyes!

"Teacher!"

Wan Jieliu roared.

What could respond to him was Wang Yansheng's angry scolding: "Shut up! ”

"Get out if you don't want to!"

Wan Jieliu immediately shut up, not daring to say more, even if he was scolded by the teacher like this, he had no regrets.

He knew how crucial it was at this moment, it was a sword embryo that had been refined for decades, and Wang Yansheng planned to use it to impact the foundation of the first-grade extreme sword weapon.

However, today, Wang Yansheng did not hesitate to fry, take the sword embryo, and integrate it into the sword embryo that An Le beats.

Too crazy, too decisive!

Once it fails, decades of hard work will be wasted, and it will completely lose the possibility of forging a first-grade sword, and I may regret the rest of my life!

And even if it succeeds, this first-grade extreme sword does not belong to Wang Yansheng, but to An Le!

Wan Jieliu's heart was trembling, he never thought that the teacher would take such a step and make such a decision!

However, he was not qualified to dissuade him at all, and he could not dissuade him.

Wan Juliu's eyes instantly turned red, he knew too well what it meant this time.

There is a trace of edge between heaven and earth, and the teacher wants to grasp this edge!

And this fate is in front of the young man who forged a sword for the first time!

Don't dare to say more, don't dare to say more.

He naturally didn't want to get out, and now at such a moment and opportunity, he has to do his best, even if it ...... Just control the fire.

Wan Jieliu directly contemplated his mind, and began to control the surging fire in the center of the earth because of the fryer without regrets.

Outside the swordsmithing workshop, everyone was stunned.

This young man...... What a card, to let two swordsmiths play for him!

The swordsmiths of the Sword Pool Palace, their hearts were trembling, and they all felt that Wang Yansheng was crazy, how different was such a move from being crazy?

A first-grade sword, how many swordsmiths must be born?

However, Wang Yansheng actually bet everything on a teenager!

Su Musha's complexion changed greatly, and a touch of melancholy appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Huangting's gaze was not shocked, but complicated.

Perhaps, only Zhao Huangting understands Wang Yansheng's mood at the moment.

Although Wang Yansheng has not reached the limit, he is also fast, he has not broken the ten realms, so he can only gamble on everything, so that there are no regrets in the future.

When a trace of fate swings in front of you, if you can't grasp this thread, then the years to come, will live in chagrin, and you will never find the opportunity again.

Just like Zhao Huangting, he wants to fight for a thought and a cool profit.

It's just to make my life complete and have no regrets.

Even if Wang Yansheng really failed to forge a sword, at least, Wang Yansheng had been crazy about it and fought for it.

Because I have spelled, I have no regrets.

A smile hung on the corner of Zhao Huangting's lips, looking at the sword casting workshop, sweating like rain, his eyes exuding essence, as if the old man who had recovered his youthful heart with silver sword hair, the fire of Nirvana suppressed by the heart sword, seemed to be beating incessantly, wanting to rush out and burn everything.

Zhao Huangting closed his eyes, feeling the beating, every minute was burning the flame of his life, but his heart was moved in a different way.

That is the most splendid portrayal of his life.

The picture of the years flashed in front of me, listening to the sound of throwing everything behind, without regrets, grasping that trace of fate, and trying my best to forge the sword.

Zhao Huangting's heart was inexplicably surging with emotion.

Everyone was shocked, but he was the only one laughing.

……

……

An Le felt that his swinging movements were numb.

The qi and blood seemed to be frozen by the sword qi, and it could not function at all, and the innate aura in the dantian was even more oppressed by the sword qi and could not flow a bit!

This sword qi is too terrifying, just the sword qi flowing from the sword embryo makes it difficult for him to parry!

Each of his hammers was extremely difficult to wield, and if he didn't have the Divine Sword Body, he probably wouldn't even have the ability to swing the hammer.

The Yuan Shen was trembling, and the heart sword embryo under his body seemed to be suffering from the baptism of sword qi, hammering and boiling, this time the sword casting, even if it failed at this moment, the harvest of peace and happiness was huge.

Because his heart sword embryo was almost about to take shape at this moment, the heart sword embryo he obtained from watching the sword waterfall was still far from being truly formed.

However, these times of forging swords have not only forged the sword of reality, but also the sword of the heart in the sword furnace.

Perhaps, it won't be long before it can really take on the shape of a heart sword!

"Hammer !!"

A roar pulled An Le's mind back, and An Le's Yuan Shen opened his eyes, like an immortal god's angry eyes.

The heart sword embryo radiated brilliance, allowing An Le to regain control of his physical body and drop the hammer again!

Woo-ding!

Woo-ding!

The momentum is getting higher and higher, and it is constantly surging upward!

It's like in the middle of the sea, wave after wave is stacked, and finally turns into a terrifying wave dozens of feet high!

Although Wang Yansheng's old swordsmith is still assisting An Le, every roar he makes will pull An Le back from the edge of his disorientation!

Blood leaked from the pores of An Le's body, which was the change of his body after being tempered, and with each hammer falling, blood overflowed from his mouth and nose.

At the moment, he is under too much pressure!

The first-grade sword embryo, every time he smashed the hammer, the shock and pressure he was subjected to were more majestic than the total hammer power of the previous five days and five nights!

However, An Le's physical body seemed to emit a brilliant sword groan, and the sword body of the god made An Le's sword qi permeable, and it penetrated from top to bottom, venting all these powers.

Rumble!

The earth was covered with dense cobwebs, and the entire swordsmithing workshop was shaking, cracks clinging to the walls, and even spreading beyond the earth!

Each hammer is accompanied by two successive beatings.

The cracks in the earth will add a few points, and spread outward!

With another hammer, the roof cracked and exploded in an instant, but the strange thing was that the broken roof did not fall downward, but instead, it was all washed away by the powerful sword qi, and it was scattered into countless broken tiles and dust, scattered all around.

The wall shattered, the tiles flew, and only the two figures exposed between heaven and earth, facing the sword furnace beating.

A young man, an old man.

Vibrant, dying twilight.

It is like the contrast between the morning sun and the sunset, the meeting and song of spring and cicadas.

Everything in heaven and earth is silent at this moment, only the gesture of the young man and the old man wielding the hammer, and the sound of the thrashing that explodes in the world!

The sword embryo was completely fused into a palm-wide sword, and it was not a thin sword from the sword embryo alone.

It's different from Aoyama, and it's even more different from the ink pool.

Vaguely, there is a sense of desolation, a unique meaning spreading!

The hammer fell again, and the slurry sword embryo no longer emitted a baby-like scream, and gradually fell silent.

The sword qi that roared and poured around the sword furnace all soared into the sky, and it seemed to flow backwards, surging towards the sword embryo, and at this moment, this sword seemed to be the center of the collapsed magnetic field.

The green shirt on An Le's body suddenly exploded, revealing a slender but sturdy upper body, and every time he was beaten, the ancient scriptures on the body surface would appear a little, which looked quite strange.

The green mountain on his waist trembled slightly, and the ink pool had already dared not move.

In the face of the first-grade extreme sword that is about to take shape, even if the ink pool is now a fourth-grade sword, but in the face of the absolute suppression of the rank, he still does not dare to move at all!

"It's coming!"

"Don't relax! Go on! ”

Wang Yansheng's eyes were shining, but at this moment, endless peace appeared on his face.

He held the hammer, and every time he still followed An Le to hammer, holding An Le's hammer strength.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

The old man seems to have used the brilliance of his life to assist in forging this peerless first-grade sword!

And between the opening and closing of the old man's eyes, he seemed to see his life of forging a sword on the beaten sword embryo.

But at the age of five, he picked up the hammer and began to forge the iron embryo.

Day after day, the sound of thrashing ran through all his life.

Now that he has lived for more than 500 years, from the age of five to more than 500 years, he has forged an extraordinary sword, and he may forge a coveted extreme sword at the end of his life!

An Le's heart sword shone brightly, the sword furnace was sonorous, and the sword qi was boiling.

He pursed his lips and kept smashing the hammer, which was the only thing he could do now!

The whole body was already covered with blood, and the brilliant ancient scriptures seemed to be covered and blurred, but An Le's eyes were blazing!

The old man assisted An Le to beat, but his face was nostalgic, reminiscing about his boring but bloody life of forging swords.

When the last wisps of sword qi poured into the sword embryo lying quietly in the cracked sword-forging furnace.

There was only one picture left in front of Wang Yansheng's eyes.

In the midst of the snow, the five-year-old picked up a hammer for the first time and struck the first hammer on the sword furnace.

That was the beginning of the relationship between the child and the sword.

It's like a milk swallow returning home.

The corners of the old man's lips couldn't help but hang a soft smile.

When An Le picked up the jack hammer, the old man silently lowered the hand holding the hammer, took a step back, full of relief, full of freedom, looking at An Le's giant hammer, cutting through the earth-shattering arc, and finally slammed it on the sword embryo in the sword casting furnace.

Buzz –

An extremely high-pitched sword groan suddenly resounded from the sword furnace!

Everyone's swords seemed to tremble.

Then, a sword light could be seen soaring into the sky from the exploding sword-casting furnace.

It's like a hidden dragon out of the abyss, and a fish leaps into the sea!

Dapeng soars to the Nine Heavens!

Everyone raised their heads, but saw the volley sword rushing into the sea of clouds, and in an instant, countless electric currents stirred, and thunder struck baptism.

The twilight clouds were all washed away, and the clouds and rain all stopped.

In the Jianchi Palace, everyone raised their heads, and in the Jinguan City, everyone raised their eyes.

Look at the peerless blade that dances in the sky and stirs the electric dragon!

In front of the dilapidated and shattered sword-casting workshop, in the two sword-casting furnaces that were shattered, there was magma rolling out, and the earth immortal fire was moving.

However, the old man Wang Yansheng looked up at the reckless sword blade on the sky with a smile on his face.

Wang Yansheng's momentum is rising.

Bring up the peace and happiness, and go straight to the sky, as if standing in the clouds.

The sword is out of the sword furnace, and the light is cold!

Looking at this sword that was still foggy with steaming heat.

The old man chuckled and said: "An Le, this sword is forged by you and me, and it is also your first sword, you are the main force, I am the auxiliary, before entering the sword pond lake to quench the sword, the name of the sword should have been taken by you." ”

"But, the old man has been fighting for this sword for decades, and now the sword is finally completed, and the sword will follow you from now on, but the old man is willing to ask for a chance to get a sword name."

In mid-air, Wang Yansheng's sword was shining with silver threads, accompanied by the sword that was cold and thunderous.

Bow down to peace.

Seeing this, An Le hurriedly replied: "The predecessor is serious, this sword has been refining the sword embryo for decades is the key, and the kid is just the icing on the cake." ”

"The name of the sword should be taken by the seniors."

An Le naturally knows how to advance and retreat, if he is alone, don't say that this sword is gone, he can't forge a second-grade sword.

When Wang Yansheng heard this, he immediately smiled gratefully.

Then, looking at the sword, he raised his hand and grasped the hilt, which was still rough and unpolished.

In an instant, countless currents flickered, the majestic sword qi swept through, the old man's clothes were flying, and the frost-haired sword sideburns were stirring.

The old man gently stroked the sword, which was still extremely hot, and it could be seen that there were lines intertwined on the sword, including clouds, ancient dan, flying swallows, and a hammer, with the joy of the success of the sword...... It's bizarre.

The old man's eyes softened more and more.

An Le looked at the old man and the sword, and couldn't help but ask softly, "Senior, what is the name of this sword?" ”

The old man snapped his fingers and struck the blade of his sword.

The sword chant is like a swallow's cry, tactfully a thousand times, and when the dream is young, the original intention is not forgotten.

"This sword is called ......"

"Swallow homecoming."

ps: The simple name of the sword, no one should guess it, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket to support!

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