Sword name, swallow homecoming!

A gentle sound lingered above the Sword Pond Palace, echoing between heaven and earth.

That's not such a domineering name.

At least, it was much softer than the Seven Star Dragon Yuan and Cheng Ying, the two first-grade extreme swords that were still in the hands of the Sword Pool Palace.

However, listening to the name of this sword, it gives people an inexplicable feeling, as if they feel silent because of the meaning contained in the name of this sword.

The swallow returns to the nest, does not forget the original intention, and returns to the place where it all began.

There are hidden emotions of thinking, but what you think about is the purest original intention and the heart of a child.

Those who hold this sword should uphold the burning heart.

An Le was suspended in the air, the remnants of the broken green shirt on his upper body were hunting, and there was a hint of anger and love for the name of the sword on his face.

"Swallow homecoming, good name."

An Le said softly.

The cold plum falls and returns to the spring of the swallow.

In the years, ask yourself and your original intention, and say goodbye softly.

At this moment, there are also a lot of feelings, casting a sword is like painting, the sword embryo is paper, holding a hammer is like holding a pen, and the process of casting a sword is like the process of painting the image of the mind of the painter, carrying the mood and thoughts that the swordsmith and the painter want to express.

At this moment, the sword name swallow returned to the nest and lingered in everyone's ears.

In the Sword Pond Palace, standing outside the broken sword-casting workshop, the cultivators whose clothes were swept by the wind formed by the heat wave all knew the name of this freshly baked sword.

Swallows return to the nest.

The world has been in the world for a lifetime, and in the end, it is still the swallow returning to the nest.

Zhao Huangting was hunting in plain clothes, his frosty hair was flying in the wind, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his lips were muttering the name of "Yan Returning to the Nest".

At this moment, this sword and his mind were unprecedentedly compatible.

He once walked the world with a sword.

He once slashed Emperor Yuan with a sword.

Although the wind has been blown away by the rain and the wind.

But when life comes to an end and the fire of nirvana burns, what is pursued is just a return to the original intention of the swallow homecoming.

Zhao Huangting once wondered, what was the purpose of his going north?

Is it really as simple as asking Emperor Yuan for a cool profit?

In the five hundred years since he moved south, he has never crossed the Canglang River once and drawn his sword once towards Emperor Yuanmeng?

Today, he seems to have understood something.

The purpose of his going north was to take a look at the old land and the old nest that was trampled by the Yuanmeng Iron Horse.

He is like an old swallow who crossed the Canglang River and moved south for 500 years, but he just wants to return to the old soil and nest at the end of his life.

Shuangli still asks, but the most important thing is a knot in his heart.

Zhao Huangting opened his eyes, and a fierce sword intent suddenly burst out from his body, and his plain clothes were flying, as if even the corners of his clothes were contaminated with sword qi.

With his body as the center, the radius of ten zhang was emptied.

There is a sword qi in the shape of a cylindrical shape, spreading out from the earth inch by inch, like a green bamboo breaking out of the ground, soaring upward, swaggering to the sky!

The surrounding disciples of the Sword Pool Palace, the sword forging masters, and the cultivators of the Dali Kingdom were all shocked, and they couldn't help but sweep out Xu Yuan when they were shocked by this abundant sword qi.

Su Mu covered the green silk flying, his eyes were shining, staring at this moment, like Zhao Huangting who had understood his state of mind, and his face showed a look of surprise.

Lu Ziwei and other cultivators in Dali didn't actually recognize Zhao Huangting, they only felt that this lifeless old-timer was actually powerful at this moment.

"Who is he?" A cultivator from Dali asked in surprise.

Lu Ziwei's eyes flashed, although she was young, she still heard of the sword cultivation who created a legend and left a name in the history of cultivation.

"Don't you even know this senior?"

A disciple of the Sword Pond Palace asked in surprise.

"He is a 'bamboo guest' who once walked the world with a sword, in the territory of Xiliang Kingdom, the road was uneven, and he drew his sword to kill the ghost cultivators of Hell Mansion and the 'bamboo guest'!"

"He is a merry swordsman who stopped the sword Kunpeng Mountain, fought with the big demon, and sacrificed himself to pacify a demon tide!"

"He is the peerless sword immortal who dared to kill Emperor Yuanmeng with a broken bamboo sword in the first battle of Da Zhao's southward migration!"

"His name is Zhao Huangting!"

Lu Shisan, a young disciple of the Sword Pool Palace, turned red and said excitedly.

For this predecessor who made Su Mushadu, the palace master of Jianchi Palace, unforgettable, Lu Shisan grew up listening to his deeds.

Maybe this predecessor has been silent for 500 years, and he has lost the high-spirited reputation of the past, but there will always be people in the world who are reading his legend and revering his deeds.

Lu Ziwei's beautiful eyes froze, it was actually the old emperor uncle of the Great Zhao Dynasty who was evaluated by the national teacher as having lost his demeanor and was in the twilight of the West Mountain?!

But today, this smile rolled up the peerless spirit of the sword qi soaring into the sky, and it was definitely not like the twilight of the national teacher's evaluation.

At this moment, Zhao Huangting's eyes became calm, and his ups and downs gradually calmed down.

The pain that originally covered the whole body began to gradually weaken, and the fire of Nirvana was even completely compressed in the body, and when it exploded, it would burst out with a shocking momentum.

Zhao Huangting was surrounded by sword qi, and he sat down like this.

Countless sword qi permeated his body, cultivating a majestic momentum, which continued to rise, as if gradually returning to the peak of the past, reproducing the former romance and pride.

A touch of pride appeared on Su Musha's face, but there was also a touch of sentimentality and sadness.

She raised her hand and tapped lightly, and countless sword weapons swept out of her eyebrows.

Intertwined all around, it seems to form a fence of protection and isolation.

Isolate others from approaching and disturbing them.

Zhao Huangting is brewing momentum for going north, so what she can do is to prevent anyone from disturbing her.

The sword qi swept into the clouds, like a sleeping dragon.

The blue waves are not in the sword pond lake.

There was a chuckle and a sigh.

"Good."

But I don't know if I praise the return of more first-class sword swallows in the world, or praise Zhao Huangting's heart and return to his original intention.

……

……

Above the sky.

A smile appeared on Wang Yansheng's face, holding the swallow home, his eyes were full of softness.

However, at this moment, the casting of the swallow's return to the nest has not yet been completed, and there are still very important quenching swords and opening edges.

He looked at An Le and gradually retracted the smile on his face: "An Le, come with me, since you want to open the way for Qingshan, then you must be optimistic about every step in the next step and remember it." ”

"Although Qingshan is a bamboo sword, I don't know the rank, but the old man has observed that although Qingshan is deficient, the rank is definitely not lower than the first grade."

"If you want to open a sword for such a sword, it is not about strength, but also on the relationship with the sword and the connection with the sword."

"Qingshan is willing to open for you, so you can open for it."

Wang Yansheng is very experienced, and told An Le his understanding of Qingshan Kaifeng.

Even if Zhao Huangting came to open for Qingshan four times back then, Wang Yansheng actually never said it so bitterly.

It is not because An Le helped him to cast a swallow homecoming, but in Wang Yansheng's view, An Le has a better chance of opening up for Qingshan than Zhao Huangting.

Castle peak...... I would rather open for comfort.

An Le nodded, although he was exhausted from the hammer for nearly six days and six nights, he didn't dare to relax at all.

The sword furnace in the center of the eyebrows was sonorous, and the Yuan Shen who was sitting on the sword embryo of the heart sword that was becoming more and more condensed opened his eyes, and sat behind him to forget the light of the sun.

Wang Yansheng held the swallow homing to the nest, this sword weapon that was exuding extreme heat at the moment, was exuding a clear sword groan, like a homing swallow crying softly.

It is by no means so easy to forge a first-grade extreme sword, but when the sword weapon is released, most of the tests have actually been completed, and the rest of the quenching sword is open, although it is difficult, but the failure rate is much lower.

Wang Yansheng held the hot sword, and he didn't seem to feel the hot at all.

He looked at An Le and said, "An Le, borrow a drop of blood." ”

"This sword is forged for you, and it belongs to you."

An Le did not hesitate, a drop of blood leaked from his fingertips and floated up.

Wang Yansheng smeared this drop of blood on the wide sword body of Yan Guichao, as if there was a sound of cheering, accompanied by a sound of "snort", the blood merged into the sword, leaving a dark red trace on the sword body.

An Le felt that his mind seemed to have established an invisible connection with this sword.

"Let's go!"

Wang Yansheng's eyes were bright, and the majestic and powerful Yuan Shen suddenly swept out.

Wrapped in the Lord's peace, he instantly walked towards the rippling blue waves of Jianchi Lake, and in less than a breath, he was suspended above Jianchi Lake.

The sword pond lake below, the water of the pond is clear, reflecting the blue sky, like a silver surge, containing a pool of sword qi!

"Quenching the sword is the key to increasing the toughness of the sword, and since ancient times, the best sword has been the toughest thing in the world, and it is indestructible."

"Back then, the ancestor of the founding faction of the Sword Pond Palace used the water of the Sword Pond Lake to refine the peerless first-grade sword, and the water in this Sword Pond Lake has long been filled with sword energy."

"Quenching the sword is not really quenching the sword with water, but quenching the sword with sword qi."

Wang Yansheng's clothes were flying, and his sword hair was constantly fluttering.

An Le hovered beside him, staring.

On the shore of Sword Pond Lake, the figures of swordsmiths swept quickly, and their faces were full of excitement and anticipation.

Being able to witness the birth of a first-grade extreme sword is no regret for a swordsmith in this life.

Wan Juliu was the most crazy, he never thought that he really succeeded, the teacher's gamble, gave up everything, and put all his hopes on this young man, and he really boiled into a sword embryo.

He clenched his fists and stared at the two figures hanging in the middle of the lake, and the sword that seemed to attract everyone's attention.

Quenching the sword and opening the edge are very important for a sword.

The strong are about the toughness of the sword, and the latter is about the sharpness of the sword!

It is the key to whether the swallow can really jump to the top of the pin!

Heaven and earth seemed to have become quiet at this moment, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the two figures on the Sword Pond Lake.

Wang Yansheng handed out the sword, the tip of the sword of Yan Huichao was perpendicular to the lake, he looked at An Le, An Le understood, and stretched out his hand to hold the narrow and uncarved iron sword hilt.

Hot intent and surging sword intent surged out from the hilt.

An Le's complexion turned red all of a sudden.

However, most of the sword qi was blocked by Wang Yansheng.

"The sword qi contained in the Yipinji Sword is definitely not bad, an excellent sword forger must have a strong enough cultivation, the purpose is not to kill and fight, but to suppress the sword qi."

Wang Yansheng couldn't help but smile and explained.

Then, I began to exert myself slowly.

Together with An Le, the hot swallow returned to the nest and stabbed towards Jianchi Lake.

Thundered!

The breeze on the lake instantly turned into a hurricane, intertwining and circling, like a sudden tornado!

The calm Jianchi Lake suddenly rose with a slight wave of water like dragon scales, like a giant dragon with scales erected.

Snort!

When the tip of the sword of the swallow returning to the nest was submerged in the sword pond lake, the cold lake water covered the tip of the sword in an instant, and the color of the tip of the sword of the swallow returning to the nest immediately changed, and a touch of crystal clear red appeared.

After the swallow returned to the nest after the sword furnace, the sword body was originally black, but at this moment, it was actually showing a red color, as if it was boiled out of rubies, and it seemed that it was still in the sword casting furnace, burned by the fire of the immortals.

The steaming heat was boiling on the surface of the lake in an instant.

In every wisp of heat, there is a wisp of sharp sword qi! Full of sharpness that cuts everything!

The water of the entire Jianchi Lake seemed to be boiling, and it was heated by the heat in the body of the Yan Huiyue sword.

This sword aura made An Le's eyes shrink, and he seemed to have turned into a lonely flat boat under the turbulent waves above the Han Sea, which would be swallowed by the waves at any time without a trace!

What kind of sword qi is this!

This Sword Pond Lake......

It's like turning into a terrifying sword!

"The water of Jianchi Lake has quenched countless swords, down to the ninth grade, up to the first grade, all the sword qi is numerous, and quenching the sword with the water of Jianchi Lake will naturally attract the sword qi of every sword that has been tempered in Jianchi Lake."

"For thousands of years, quenching swords has been tempered by the sword qi of Jianchi Lake, which is why each sword weapon produced by Jianchi Palace is far superior to that of other swordssmiths in the world."

"Because of the sword of the Sword Pool Palace, the product is produced by the same level of sword qi that has been tempered thousands of times!"

"This is also the foundation for the Sword Pool Palace to become the number one sword-casting force in the world!"

Wang Yansheng said solemnly.

"Hold your mind, the process of quenching the sword is also the process of testing the swordsmith, once we are the first to collapse, the sword will naturally collapse."

"Hold on to your mind, I believe that with your relationship with the sword, you will definitely be able to hold it up and let the swallows return to the nest and immerse themselves in Jianchi Lake!"

Wang Yansheng has great expectations for An Le.

Now, the last step of forging a first-grade sword has been taken, and there is no turning back.

An Le took a deep breath, the sword qi in the sword furnace was sonorous, and under the primordial spirit, the sword embryo of the heart sword exuded sword qi to maintain the mind tight.

Rumble!!!

Countless sword qi rushed.

Under the joint efforts of the two, the swallow returns to the nest and enters the lake one inch more!

The sound of sneering resounded endlessly, and countless sonorous sounds of swords resounded between heaven and earth.

A column of water surged up on Jianchi Lake, supporting An Le and Wang Yansheng, as well as the Yan homing nest pierced into Jianchi Lake.

It's like a sword twisting a water dragon!

The water dragon opened its mouth and roared, intending to devour the hot sword!

An Le and Wang Yansheng kept handing the sword, the qi and blood on their bodies were intertwined, and their minds were scattered, maintaining this strength and not letting the water dragon scatter the two.

However, this is just the beginning, Wang Yansheng still has the strength to look at An Le, and saw that An Le was bearing this impact, standing still like a mountain, and his face suddenly showed appreciation.

I have to admit that An Le is worthy of being a kendo wizard who can ring the sword bell thirty-six times, if it is an ordinary Five Realms cultivator, in the face of such sword power, his qi and blood have already frozen, and the Yuan Shen is asleep.

But Anle is still at ease.

Wang Yansheng originally wanted to wait for An Le to bear it and help An Le complete the follow-up tempering.

Now it seems that An Le Xing probably wants to hold on to the completion of the refining of the sword.

That's great, of course!

Wang Yansheng thought like this, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he raised his strength again, and returned the swallow to the mouth of the water dragon, and handed it into an inch again!

Knock knock!

There is a trickle of water on the surface of the entire Sword Pond Lake, like a sword weapon that is about to fly into the sky!

Heaven and earth seemed to fall silent at this moment.

The water on the surface of the lake beats, like a sword jumping out.

It seems that the thunder in the sky is used as a hammer and the lake surface is used as a drum, beating down fiercely, and the muffled sound of continuous resounding explosion!

Inch after inch, the sword enters the lake one foot.

You can see that countless lake water turned into sword light, impacting on the sword body entering the lake, and the sonorous sound resounded unconsciously, making the tenacity of the swallow homecoming gradually become thin and sharp!

Quenching the sword is also an open edge!

An Le's eyes shrank, and at this moment, he clearly felt the principle of Jianchi Lake's opening of the sword!

Polishing the sword body with countless sword qi.

The sword qi sharpens the sword and sharpens it into the sharpest in the world!

Wang Yansheng smiled: "The principle is very simple, but this process is not easy, and if you really want to open the door for Qingshan, the ordinary sword qi in the pool is definitely not enough, you see!" ”

Wang Yansheng's words fell, and his blood soared again!

The sword hair and silver threads poured into the sky, and the thin body, at this moment, seemed to bulge like an ancient demon god!

The power of holding the sword skyrocketed again!

Hand over the sword one more foot!

Rumble!!!

In the sword pond lake, countless sword lights rushed to the sky, and countless water streams condensed into sword weapons, with the tip of the sword pointing upward, facing the swallow with the tip of the sword returning to the nest.

And at the bottom of the lake, there is a terrifying sword aura growing little by little!

Heaven and earth seemed to have darkened at this moment.

On the sky, the twilight clouds obscured it.

There seem to be seven stars at this moment, one by one!

Airplanes!

An Le's eyes shrank, only to feel that at this moment, there was a dragon-like sword roar in his ears!

He felt the sword body of Yan Gui Nest trembling slightly, it was trembling with excitement, it was trembling with fear, and it was mixed with excitement!

It's like two tigers meeting in the mountains.

King to king!

On the shore of Sword Pond Lake, everyone's sword weapons were trembling, it was a kind of surrendered trembling, as if encountering the coercion exuded by a very high-grade sword weapon.

Face the king of the mountain, a hundred beasts crawl!

The lake separates on both sides, as if it has been slashed by sword qi and is in the middle of a waterfall.

It was as if a sword light that had been sealed for endless years rushed into the sky.

Seven stars lit up in the sky.

There is a dragon king in the pool!

The first-grade extreme sword that has been sleeping for a long time, the seven-star dragon yuan!

Bang bang bang!!

The lake continued to explode, and the entire lake could no longer be calm, and countless sword qi intertwined, forming a storm of sword qi!

The swallow is trembling, and the ink pool on An Le's waist is also trembling, even if it is Qingshan.

But the trembling of the three is different.

The swallow is not satisfied, the ink pool is awe, and the green mountains are ...... is disdainful.

Wang Yansheng's beard was flying, staring at the seven-star dragon abyss that was slowly suspended from the bottom of the Sword Pond Lake, his face turned red, full of excitement and agitated emotions!

The encounter between the ancient one-pin-pole sword and the newly cast one-pin-pole sword!

The collision of the old king and the new king!

If Yan Guichao wants to be jumping to the first-grade sword, he needs to borrow the sword qi of the seven-star dragon yuan to polish the edge, only in this way can Yan Guichao really be called a first-grade sword!

If Yan Gui was slashed by the sword qi, it would mean that the impact on the Yipinji Sword had failed.

"Continue !!"

Wang Yansheng roared!

At this moment, there was purple thunder hanging above the cloud dome, blowing up all over the lake, causing the lake to blow up stormy waves!

The thunder arc swayed, lingering around the body of the Seven Star Dragon Yuan, like a heavenly immortal sword!

Wang Yansheng's arms were raised, and he turned over like a dragon, and slammed his sword down.

The sword is no longer a foot and five inches!

At this point, the swallow has no lake for a total of three feet and five inches, and there is only one inch left, but it is difficult to enter the lake again!

Countless sword qi slammed into Yan Hui's sword body, and Wang Yansheng's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

An Le is also holding the sword, and he can feel the remaining inch, like a moat, blocking the fall of the swallow's homecoming.

The sword seemed to be screaming!

There are swallows on the lake that are spreading their wings, crying and crying!

An Le gasped for breath, and only this moment of surging sword qi collided in his eyes!

Looking at the one-inch sword body that was so difficult to enter.

The green mountain on An Le's waist suddenly hung in the air, split the coercion formed by the sword qi, subconsciously raised his hand, and held the green mountain with his backhand.

It is like a majestic green mountain in front of you!

The green hills roared.

An Le comprehended, held Qingshan with his backhand, and pulled the hilt of Qingshan's sword back fiercely, and the hilt smashed the hilt of the sword!

Crash the sword!

Boom!

The one-inch sword body that had been difficult to enter for a long time suddenly disappeared into the lake!

The sword bell rang thirty-six, and the swallow returned to the nest three feet six inches long!

Yan Gui completely got out of the hands of Wang Yansheng and An Le.

Escape into the lake, the sword body is cold, and the sword qi is surging!

The sword qi in the sword pond lake is divided into two, half of the seven-star dragon yuan, and half of it is the swallow homing the nest!

At this point, this newly cast first-grade sword has truly become a sword!

The world.

Add another sword to the top!

Thundered!

Above the sky, there seems to be a glow surging, and the black clouds of twilight have been cut open, and there is a brilliant projection, shining on the nest of the swallow, as if the heavens are celebrating the birth of a peerless sword!

In mid-air, the water dragon that rolled up from the sword pond lake disappeared.

Wang Yansheng's face was full of satisfaction, grinning, and full of laughter.

However, he didn't stay long, took a deep look at An Le, stepped out, swept away in an instant, and appeared on the shore of the lake, his eyes shining.

The rest of the time is peaceful.

On the lake of the sword pond.

An Le was naked, holding the bamboo sword Qingshan, and a wisp of sword qi was wrapped around his arm, staring at Jianchi Lake.

The bottom of the lake.

The old figure smiled lightly, took off the saber at his waist, and flicked his fingers and knocked

The sword roared and swept up.

Suddenly, Jianchi Lake was divided again.

Juggernaut sabre, Chengying sword!

Jianchi Lake is divided into three parts of the world, the tips of the three swords are facing upward, the sword qi is shaking, and the light is cold in the world!

An Le held Qingshan, his eyes were shining, and his hand holding Qingshan seemed to be trembling slightly.

Chengying, Long Yuan, Yan Homecoming!

Three swords and one pinpole!

Please Aoyama to strike!

ps: There is still one day for the double monthly pass, wow, I am working hard to write every day, asking for a monthly pass and asking for a recommendation ticket to support!

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