The hammer weighing more than 300 catties was as light as a feather in Yebei's hand.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, bursting with dazzling light, and sparks splashed in all directions.

This scene was dazzling, like exploding fireworks, and everyone was stunned.

Yebei didn't stop at all, and with each hammer falling, the red Shenyan Xuaniron gradually merged into the blade.

With a burst of explosions, sparks splashed everywhere, and each hammer seemed normal, but in fact, it contained a thousand strengths.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Luo Feng only felt that the scattered sparks were as colorful as fireworks, and they were extremely beautiful, and Lu Yushan and Mo Ye were already amazed.

Especially Rong Tianxiang, his eyes were full of shock.

How could he have imagined that the Northern King was not only powerful against the sky, but also a refining master.

It's terrifying.

You must know that becoming a refining master requires mastery of all blades, which cannot be easily achieved by relying on strength

Wrong!

That Divine Yan Xuantian couldn't even refine Lu Yushan, but the Northern King could.

Don't......

Bang!!

A muffled sound, louder than before, like a thunderclap bursting, interrupted Rong Tianxiang's contemplation, accompanied by a monstrous force, making several people around him take a few steps back.

"It's done!"

Lu Yushan exclaimed.

Yebei put down the hammer in his hand and took a step forward, holding the handle of the knife with one hand.

The slightly thin body, at this moment, burst out with an earth-shattering aura.

After this tempering, the original red light emitted by the Beiwang Knife, if you look closely, you will find that there is a faint red gold color on the blade.

Yebei danced at will with the Beiwang Knife in his hand, but it led to a cold wind, and where the blade slashed, the space was all distorted.

"It's tough!"

Rong Tianxiang couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes could not hide a touch of fanaticism, as a refining master, in the world, there was nothing more obsessive than a divine weapon.

"King Bei, can you let the old man take a look?"

Yebei didn't say anything, and handed over the Beiwang knife.

Rong Tianxiang took it cautiously with both hands, and as soon as he started it, he suddenly sank and almost fell, which showed that it was quite weighty.

Rong Tianxiang's withered old palm caressed the blade of the knife, as if admiring the most perfect work of art in the world.

For three minutes, Rong Tianxiang kept stroking the blade of the knife, and couldn't stop shaking his head in admiration.

On the side, Luo Feng was already impatient, and suddenly took a step forward and grabbed it directly.

"Let me see."

At this moment, the change of the Northern King Knife made him unable to hide the excitement in his heart.

Gently gripping the handle of the knife, it is slightly cool in the hand, which is a feeling that has never been felt before.

He has been in the north all the year round, and he has been with his eldest brother for the longest time, and he has been close to the water and the building first, and it is not once or twice that he has stolen the Beiwang knife, and any small changes can be perceived.

"It's about fifty pounds heavier."

Luo Feng stared at the blade of the knife, and danced twice at will, and murmured.

Immediately, he slashed at the side.

Hmmm——!

The light of the sword slashed, accompanied by a series of cracking sounds, and all the war knives displayed on the side were cut off.

"Luo Feng!"

Mo Xianqi almost vomited blood, these war knives were all made by her own hands, although the hardness was far less than that of the Zhushen Knife, but it also added a certain amount of dark iron.

You must know that dark iron is scarce, and if it is on the market, it is all by gram price.

Grandmaster-level refiners, every weapon they create, no matter how ordinary the material is, has a starting price of more than 10 million.

If Xuantie is added, the value will directly exceed 100 million.

A weapon is too important for a warrior.

Therefore, from ancient times to the present, there is a saying that the poor learn literature and the rich learn martial arts.

If you don't have the money, you can't even afford a decent weapon.

"Uh, sorry, sorry."

Luo Feng scratched his head with an apologetic expression.

To be honest, he didn't expect the Northern King Knife to become so sharp now, and the blow just now didn't use much force at all.

This is the real sharpening of iron like clay.

After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively, "Big brother, can you let me play with the North King Sword for a while?" Just a short while, up to half an hour. ”

Hearing this, Yebei did not refuse, and nodded slightly.

Luo Feng suddenly looked ecstatic, turned around and ran out.

After a short silence, Rong Tianxiang slowly spoke: "Before you die, if you can see such a heavenly thing, you will die without regrets." ”

"Rong Tianxiang, what do you mean by that?"

When Lu Yushan heard this, he immediately frowned and asked.

Although this Rong Tianxiang has reached the twilight of his life, even if his cultivation has made no progress, it is not a problem to live for another ten or eight years.

Rong Tianxiang smiled bitterly and didn't say a word.

"As I said, if you grandparents and grandchildren want to leave, I won't stop you." Yebei said indifferently.

"After eating the severed head meal, how can you still walk away." Rong Tianxiang sighed, and it was difficult to hide the sadness in his cloudy eyes.

As soon as he is old, he will die, and the most reassuring thing is his granddaughter Qingyi.

He was worried that after his death, his granddaughter would be alone and helpless, coupled with his brutal and willful character, he was afraid that he would live even more miserable, if that was the case, he would not be blind to death.

It's good right now.

"Decapitated rice? What is a decapitated meal? ”

Lu Yushan looked dazed.

In this desert north land, how can there be a saying of severed heads.

However, outside the door, there was an earth-shattering roar.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Feng carried the Beiwang Knife and ran quickly, hiding directly behind Yebei.

"Luo Feng, you turtle son! Lao Tzu has to fight you all over the sky today! ”

Sheng Hu's eyes widened and he roared, unable to hide his murderous aura, and was obviously furious.

Luo Feng didn't talk back at all when he was scolded, and hid behind Yebei without saying a word.

"Sheng Hu."

Yebei sighed.

It's normal for a few people to fight and make trouble on weekdays, but they never turn their faces, what's wrong today.

Sheng Hu saw that the eldest brother was here, so he sat directly on the ground and cried:

"Big brother! Luo Feng, this turtle egg, took your Beiwang knife and cut off my knife......"

As he spoke, he pulled out the sword on his waist, and on the blade of the knife, the brush was broken.

Mo Xie looked at the broken Divine Punishment Knife and couldn't help but gasp.

No one knew better than she how hard the Sword was.

The God Punishment Battle Knife used by several people was all forged from Xuan Iron, and even an Emperor-level artifact could not destroy it, let alone cut it off.

"I, I didn't expect it to be like this."

Luo Feng knew that he had made a mistake, and honestly hid behind his eldest brother, if the eldest brother was not there today, this tiger would inevitably go crazy.

The importance of the Divine Sword for these people is self-evident.

It can be said that it is more important than one's own life.

Yebei took the Beiwang knife from Luo Feng's hand and put it into the sheath.

"Recovered from your physical injuries?"

Yebei looked at Sheng Hu and asked lightly.

However, Sheng Hu didn't answer, staring at the broken knife in his hand with blank eyes, and kept stroking, and tears like beans flowed out slowly.

Over the years, Sheng Hu has shed a lot of blood, but he has never shed a single tear.

The rupture of the Divine Sword made him grief-stricken.