But I saw a wisp of sword energy coming towards the moonlight in the sky!

The abbot, Zhao Qingyang, and Shenxiu were all aware of it.

They looked up one after another.

But he saw a sword light coming against the west wind.

Thousands of miles of west wind thus produces white light.

White light suddenly appeared in the sky, and peaks stood up.

It seems that there is a god holding a sword and coming straight to the Jokhang Mountain. The billowing vitality is condensed, the hardness and softness meet and the energy is even. The wonderful thing is that there is no chaos.

The vitality between the heaven and the earth is churning, and the fierce momentum seems to be guided by a kind of sword spirit, condensed in the void.

Starlight falls from the sky and shines on the condensed vitality.

That vitality becomes a dharma body.

The dharma body was dark and majestic, and a huge palm was stretched out. There was sword light flowing between the fingers, and the blazing sword light shone brightly.

The abbot, monk, and Zhao Qingyang of Zhenwu Mountain all opened their eyes wide and looked up at the huge dharma body of the Heavenly King in the sky.

It was at this time.

The Heavenly King's Dharmakaya suddenly spoke human words, but it was Lu Jing's voice.

"Since it is a gift, the relics of the great monk of Daleiyin Temple, the incense ashes of Zhenwu Mountain... Lu Jing accepted them all.

One day, Lu Jing will definitely retaliate with his sword."

That day the king opened his mouth.

The sword light in his hand flew up!

The sword's light was brilliant, mysterious and extraordinary, and its brilliance went straight for three hundred miles.

At this moment, the entire Jokhang Temple was illuminated as bright as day.

"Taibai...Jianguang?"

Zhao Qingyang clenched his fist.

He only knew that Lu Jingzhao saw Taibai and reflected Taibai Yuanxing, but he had never received the sword light from Taibai Xingjun!

"The one who shines upon Taibai in the sky, not to mention others, is the few people in Taibai Tower.

But who among them has ever realized the light of Taibai Sword?"

Zhao Qingyang sighed.

The abbot and the monk looked sad.

Shenxiu on the side looked over and said: "Two senior brothers, you are in a hurry.

Mr. Lu Jing went to Zhangwu Daodong Mountain Lake not long ago and used Taibai Sword Light, haven't you heard?"

Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk looked at each other and shook their heads.

And when the sword light was hanging in the air.

Zhao Qingyang was silent for a while, then he found an incense burner in his hand.

The sword light rolled, and the incense ashes in the incense burner turned into dots of light, which were swept away by the sword light.

The abbot and the monk watched with cold eyes.

In the ashes of the incense, there was a god holding a thunderbolt in his hand, which turned into sword light and suddenly rose up in the air.

Suddenly, the big hand of the King of Heaven fell down, and there was also thunder light in his hand, which merged with the Taibai sword light and pierced into the incense ashes.

The incense ash that gave birth to the violent thunderous energy suddenly became silent.

The abbot and the monk gritted their teeth.

But he saw the King of Heaven standing on the mountain peak leaning over to look at the abbot and the monk.

The abbot monk had no choice but to think to himself: "A person cannot stand without faith, let alone a sect?"

He flipped his wrist, and a light yellow, round relic flew into the void.

"It shouldn't be easy to subdue Master Li Xiuyuan's demon-driving sword light..."

The abbot and the monk's thoughts have not yet settled.

Another sword light fell from the sky.

But it was the sword energy that supported the light.

The sword comes out to support the light, the sun rises in the east, and all the monsters and demons seem to appear here.

The relic, which was originally so powerful and soaring into the sky with great brilliance and seemed to be about to wipe out all the demons in the world, suddenly dimmed in light and slowly flew down, flying into the body, eyebrows and heart of the King of Heaven.

The abbot monk's body froze.

Zhao Qingyang, who was gritting his teeth on the side, suddenly pointed at the abbot and laughed loudly.

"It seems that this world-shaking sword energy is similar to Jing Guogong's supporting light sword energy.

When sword light meets sword energy, Duke Jing wants to use the world-shaking sword light to his advantage, which is easier than you or I imagined."

The abbot monk was silent for a while, and finally his brows relaxed.

"In any case, a good relationship has been formed, but it's just not as deep as you and I thought.

Lu Jing has an extraordinary future. He is not only the Duke of Dafu, but also an unparalleled young swordsman.

If he wants to forge a sword, the only place he can visit is the Great Leiyin Temple. Zhenwushan knows the news and sends the treasure, which is a good thing."

Zhao Qingyang nodded and asked again: "Aren't you going to forge a sword for Duke Jingguo?"

The abbot monk shook his head: "A senior has entered Xuandu, and he is here just to forge swords."

Zhao Qingyang was greatly puzzled: "You must think clearly. Forging a sword for Lu Jing, using the bones of a heavenly dragon, relics, and incense ashes, you will definitely be able to create a sword that ranks among the top twenty in the world, and your abbot's name will last forever.

"

"As a monk, you don't expect to be famous forever." The abbot monk clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's name: "I will forge a sword, and I can make a famous sword that is among the top twenty in the world.

If he were allowed to forge swords as a senior, he might be able to forge a sword that would rank among the top fifteen in the world.

Even...he can break through his own shackles and reach another peak, why should I compete with him? Wouldn't it be better to give him a chance to climb to the top and let me add a master swordsmith to the world?"

Zhao Qingyang lowered his eyes slightly, and there was some admiration in the brilliance in his eyes.

Monk Shenxiu on the side looked over and asked the abbot: "Senior brother, you know that you can't beat the sword-making senior, right?"

The abbot's originally compassionate expression suddenly froze. He waved his hand and said angrily: "I came to the Jokhang Temple as a guest, and you didn't even prepare a vegetarian meal for me?"

…

In Sifang Wine Shop.

The Black Gold of the Immortal Slaughter flew in from far away, and sheathed the sword.

Lu Jing stood up solemnly and saluted An Ruolu.

"Sir, I wonder when the sword will be made?"

An Ruolu and Sun Boyuan stared blankly at a relic and a furnace of incense ashes that came with the sword light.

Until several breaths of time passed.

Only then did An Ruolu react. He quickly stood up, opened his arms wide, then folded his palms, saluted Lu Jing, and then took out a pen and paper.

"My lord, apart from these incense ashes and relics, what other treasures are there?"

"There is also a pair of celestial dragon bones."

Lu Jing straightened up, his expression unchanged.

An Ruolu gritted his teeth, nodded, and wrote it down on the straw paper.

Lu Jing added: "There are also eight hundred kilograms of Dongtu Mountain Spirit and one Tianlu Fire Seed."

An Ruolu nodded again.

Lu Jing continued: "There are 1,400 true dragon beads, and the essence can be refined into them to prepare for the dragon slaying in the future."

An Ruolu sighed inwardly.

When he refined this sword, he was afraid that he would offend the dragons in the world, but he still did not hesitate at all and recorded the 1,400 dragon balls.

"And...two first-grade swords."

"Two first-grade swords." An Ruolu was recording with a brush. When he just wrote the first words, he noticed something was wrong.

The swordsmith raised his head and looked at Lu Jing: "Two... first-grade swords?"

Sun Boyuan, whose pupils were slightly condensed, also stared at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing took a long breath and repeated, "Two first-grade swords."
Chapter completed!