"You still can't let go of that grudge from ten years ago. ”

"If I can put it down, why should I wait for this ten years. ”

"It seems that you have already figured out how to crack the Heavenly Sword Sect's flying sword technique. ”

The sky began to rain, and the lame old man in a sackcloth shirt put the cigarette gun in his mouth and took a deep puff.

Soon, the rain drenched the spark and extinguished the smoke.

The man in gray stood still, letting the rain hit his eyelids, motionless.

In front of him was a sword incinerator three feet high, and the raging flames were always reflected in the man's eyes.

He had to face this heavy problem.

Flying swords outside the sky, taking people's heads from a hundred steps away. Therefore, the sword of the Heavenly Sword Sect is known as the first sword in the world, and no one has ever dared to challenge the majesty of the Heavenly Sword Sect for hundreds of years.

"The flying sword attack is powerful. The man spoke: "However, when a person's sword is taken out of his hand, it is also the time when his own defense is the weakest, and if I have a sword in my hand at this time, then he may not be able to catch my sword." ”

"However, since your golden pill was shattered ten years ago, your cultivation has not been as good as before. ”

"Yes, but my sword is faster than it was ten years ago. ”

"Don't despise cultivators. ”

The old man's reminder was naturally in a good mood, all the cultivation methods above the Jindan stage were in the hands of the four major sects, and it was already a great opportunity for ordinary people to form Jindan. If you want to continue to cultivate, you must become a disciple of the Four Great Sects. Therefore, in this world, only the disciples of the four major sects are worthy of being called cultivators.

"I'm here to ask for a sword, a sword that's fast enough. ”

The rain was still falling, the flames were still burning, and the Iron Mother in the Sword Burning Furnace had been smelting for a full seventy-seven days.

This man's name is Cangma, he is the big boss of Batianzhai and the most powerful bandit leader in the rivers and lakes.

The old man had no name, and he had long been forgotten by the world as his name. But in Cangma's eyes, he is the most powerful swordsmith in the world.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the old man's brow was furrowed more and more, the temperature of the furnace was getting lower and lower, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

He didn't even dare to gasp.

Because the thunder and lightning are coming, and when the thunder and lightning come, he must ensure that the temperature inside and outside the furnace reaches some kind of subtle balance.

Otherwise, all the work will be lost.

Before that, he had failed countless times.

Cangma also closed his eyes, and his body and mind instantly entered an ethereal state, and every sweat pore on his body was completely opened. Feeling the dull oppression brought to him by heaven and earth, in the next moment thunder and lightning will tear through this dullness.

He could feel it.

"Ten, Nine, Eight......"

As he counted, the old man was noticeably more relaxed.

When he counted to four, the old man drew a sword from his waist and shone brightly.

There is no doubt that this sword is the best sword in the world at this time, but it does not have a name, because it has only three seconds left to live, so it does not deserve a name.

"Three, two, one!"

A gap cracked in the dim sky. The dazzling white light slammed down with unstoppable force.

At the same moment, the old man jumped up from the seven stars, and the long sword in his hand pointed straight at the sky.

"Boom!"

Who would have thought that a lame old man would have such a sharp body.

Under the black clouds, in the midst of the hurricane, the long sword attracted countless electric lights.

The old man descended like a god, and all the electric light was firmly held in his hand, and then he poured the long sword into the top of the sword incinerator furnace.

The earth-made sword furnace shattered inch by inch and collapsed, the fire splashed and the white light gathered, and the long sword was firmly nailed to the iron mother at the bottom of the furnace.

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder penetrated into the Iron Mother with the traction of the long sword.

The old man ran out of strength and could no longer support it, so he fell back to the side.

As the electric light dissipated, the sword also lost its aura and broke into three pieces, as black as ink.

Only the iron mother faintly flashed with blue streamers, which was the power of thunder and lightning.

"Ha, ahem...... Ha ha. He laughed exhausted, and the roots of his teeth were red with blood, "It's done, can you believe it?"

Cangma hurriedly helped the old man: "Master, are you okay?" ”

The old man was overjoyed and spat blood: "Thanks to you, thanks to you." ”

His eyes are always inseparable from the iron mother, if it weren't for the high temperature on the iron mother, he really wanted to hold it in his arms.

"Seriously, you should learn how to forge a sword with me, if you are willing to learn, you will definitely do better than me. The old man felt sorry for himself and said, "I just don't always grasp the right time. ”

And this is precisely Cangma's greatest strength, he has a strong ability to perceive, especially those forces in the natural world.

Cangma said: "I'm afraid it won't be as you wish." ”

The old man shook his head and said no more, he knew the reason for Cangma's refusal.

Every swordsmith must regard the sword as his own life, and only in this way can he forge a peerless sword. But if a swordsman cherishes his sword too much, then he will definitely hesitate when he draws his sword, because he will worry that the sword in his hand will be damaged. In comparison, the lives of the enemy are simply too insignificant.

For Cangma, the ultimate in kendo is the goal he is pursuing, so he must not hesitate when he swords.

The old man asked, "How many days are left before the flying sword asks?"

Cangma said: "Three days." ”

"Looks like you can't wait for this sword. The old man frowned.

"Out of the way. Cangma said firmly: "Anyway, I will come again." ”

"Follow me. The old man walked into the wooden house and pulled out a sandalwood box from under the table, "Bafang Zhan, this sword was originally specially made for you, but then I felt a little worried. ”

This sword is dark blue, three feet six inches long and four inches wide, and it has a lot of weight to start.

Cangma picked up the sword and immediately wondered, "Master, this sword?"

This sword moves!

There is a big difference from ordinary swords, the sword of the Bafang War does not wrap the sword body tightly, there are gaps in the circumference, and only the root of the sword body is fixed. Therefore, this sword will start to shake when you hold it in your hand, and ordinary people can't easily use this sword.

The old man explained: "I thought about it, but I was not completely sure of building a sword that could compete head-on with the flying sword outside the sky, so I could only make a fuss about the sword. Using the mobility of the sword body, it unloads most of the enemy's sword moves, so it has an absolute advantage in defense, so I named it the Eight Directions War. ”

"Battle in all directions!" Cangma's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a beam of light suddenly entered his heart, the best defense is to attack, its defense is strong, then its attack will only be stronger.

"But the material of this sword is really average. The old man said: "I'm still not at ease, you are always too aggressive, after all, the place you are going to this time is different from the past, I don't want to hurt you." ”

"Don't worry, I'm not the hairy kid I was ten years ago. Cangma laughed to himself, his eyes revealing a little gloomy.

Indeed, the strands of hair on his forehead had begun to turn white.

"I also want to know to what extent the gold pill in your body has recovered. ”

Cangma said: "Although it took me ten years to reforge the Golden Pill, it seems that it can't be restored to the same as before, maybe only when I go to the Heavenly Sword Sect can I find the answer." ”

The old man put his hand on Cangma's shoulder and patted it vigorously: "I will soon create a peerless sword, just use the piece of iron just now, you must remember to come back to me!"

"I will, Master. ”