Now that he has recognized his master, Sword Spirit Qingming's first-grade famous soldier cannot be refined so easily.

Just when the Black Gold of the Immortal Slaughter flew into the fire together with the Junfu Sword, a crisp sound sounded.

Lu Jing stood there, watching the black gold of the Immortal Slaughter and the Junfu Sword melt into molten iron under the burning purple flames.

This sword has been hidden in the snow for a long time. During the spiritual tide, it is a famous sword that can kill the owner of the Immortal Tower in the Sky.

After the spiritual tide, the sharp edge of the sword was cut away, and the sword spirit became confused and remained silent for decades.

Not long ago, Lu Jing became its owner, and the Black Gold of the Immortal Slaughter was able to see the light of day again.

It's just that it is the sword of Emperor Chongtian. The majesty of the Holy Lord turns into a shackle and presses on the sword spirit. The Holy Lord is the master of the great weapon. With one word, the famous sword breaks.

The black gold of Tu Xian has not been broken, but it has lost its former glory.

A sword is like a man. If a man sees the day, how can he stay in the dark forever?

In addition, the famous sword has a spirit...

Tu Xian Black Gold may have sensed the urgency of the new master.

The West Tower in the sky is about to descend, but the sword named after the Immortal Slayer is no longer able to accompany its new owner to slay the immortals who invade the human world.

Because of this, when the Immortal-Slaying Black Gold flew into the fire, a wisp of green smoke drifted away.

The sword spirit inside also burns with purple fire, gradually disappears, and finally melts into the embryo of the sword.

On the ice peak.

An Ruolu's robes fluttered, and the giant hammer and iron-cutting sword in his hands complemented each other.

The Iron Cutting Sword beheaded eight hundred kilograms of Dongtu Mountain Spirit and three precious swords.

The rolling essence continued to flow in the fire, and then became sharper and sharper.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The sound of heavy hammer blows continued to be heard, as if a god was beating a drum, as if a thunder god was thundering in the sky.

Hammer after hammer, sword after sword!

An Ruolu looked solemn and serious to the extreme.

The flames in the furnace were controlled by his sword-making skills, and every flame was just right.

Every time the giant hammer came down, it hit key points.

The sky was filled with wind and clouds, and thunder suddenly appeared.

There was heavy fog again, and fire broke out.

In the library, Mr. Guanqi stood in Mr. Jiu's calligraphy library, looking down at the pool where Mr. Jiu often used to wash his swords.

He seemed to see something in the reflection of the pool water, and his expression became more and more peaceful.

Mr. Jiu stood behind him and asked Mr. Guanqi: "Lu Jing made a sword, so why don't the library give you something?"

Mr. Guanqi shook his head: "It's already the limit of comfort for a weak deer. It's okay to add some ordinary treasures, but it's no longer critical.

I have prepared a jade pendant, so there is no need to rush."

Mr. Jiu nodded, looked at the pool of water, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that this young boy in the past would start such a big battle now.

I didn’t expect that outside Taixuanjing, it would become a place where swords are forged, and there will be another famous sword in the world.”

Mr. Guanqi's eyes sparkled, and he asked Mr. Jiu: "Do you think this sword may be better than Luo Mingyue's toad soul?"

"Not counting Emperor Chongtian, King Zhuzhu and Mr. Da's sword, Toad Po is ninth in the world."

While thinking about it, Mr. Jiu said: "It's a pity that Luo Mingyue became Mingyue Slave, and her sword light was weak and she couldn't exert the power of Toad Soul.

Emperor Chongtian also gave Luo Shubai the art of brewing the sword. I guess the final owner of that toad soul was Luo Shubai.

But even so, Toad Soul is still ranked ninth in the world.

For a type of weapon, there is a huge gap between the top ten in the world. Lu Jing’s sword..."

Mr. Jiu said this.

Mr. Guanqi nodded and asked, "So you think Lu Jing's sword can't beat Toad Soul?"

Mr. Jiu suddenly shook his head: "I think Lu Jing's sword is even better than Toad Soul!"

"Toad Soul is probably going to be pushed to tenth place."

Mr. Guanqi smiled. He no longer looked at the pool of water, but looked up at the sky.

Vaguely he saw an immortal setting his eyes in the sky.

I saw a black sword energy falling from the void. It was Shang Min's magical sword light.

He also saw that Emperor Chongtian in Taixuan Palace had walked out of Taixian Palace and was standing in the empty imperial palace, frowning at the sword-making scene on Mingsheng Mountain.

In addition to Emperor Chongtian, there were also countless glances in Taixuan Palace.

Even the powerful people in Taixuan Capital have noticed that someone is forging swords on Jiao Shen Mountain!

Mr. Guanqi felt even more relieved when he saw this grand scene.

Until he saw the place where wind and rain gathered, someone ordered to seal the clouds and mist and turned into a crane.

The smile on Mr. Guanqi’s face became even wider.

"I think Lu Jing's sword is not just the ninth one in the world."

…

Just like Mr. Jiu said, in the Liu family's house.

Luo Mingyue, Nan Heyu, and Luoshu Baiju all stood in the courtyard, looking up.

Toad Po, Qian Xiushui, and Qi Chi Jade are all silent at this moment, as if these three famous swords are waiting for something.

Seven days passed by in a blink of an eye.

Ordinary blacksmiths use Qi and blood to make swords, which can take as little as ten days to make, and as many as hundreds of refining days. Thousands of refinings can take hundreds to thousands of days.

But now, because of the Tianlu fire and the purple fire, the sword maker is the famous An Ruolu!

In seven days, many treasures were refined.

In the fire, a shining sword embryo has taken shape.

An Ruolu's whole body of energy and blood had been exhausted. He sat cross-legged in front of the fire. His energy and blood were about to be exhausted, but his expression could not hide his excitement.

"Mr. Lu Jing, this sword has become a sword embryo!

The famous sword will be brought to life, and the final result is no longer within the control of the craftsman."

After An Ruolu said this, he stood up with his body swaying.

His eyes were extremely excited, and he smiled and said: "With this embryo, this sword only needs to give birth to spirituality, and at least it will be ranked tenth in the world."

Sun Boyuan stepped forward and helped An Ruolu.

An Ruolu could no longer hold on, and his body collapsed.

Sun Boyuan looked at the sword in the fire with admiration in his eyes, and then congratulated his old friend.

"Brother An, your wish has come true. When the sword comes to life, your name will be remembered forever.

I will pass it on for you."

Lu Jing also approached and saluted An Ruolu.

Without saying another word, he straightened up and walked to the fire.

In front of the fire, a long sword with a white handle and a silver blade is absorbing vitality.

The long sword seemed to be mixed with thunder, and mixed with a sword light that wiped out the evil spirits in the world.

The sword light flashed and turned into a power that crushed the mountains.

That power was mixed with a murderous spirit of killing immortals, which was surprising.

Lu Jing looked at the sword embryo, and the sword embryo seemed to feel that Lu Jing was looking at it.

The sword once again showed a ray of light.

"Will there be any living beings?"

Lu Jing was thinking in his mind when suddenly he heard the cry of a crane from Tiantian.

Lu Jing seemed to realize something, and turned around to look, only to see the drinker with a red wine gourd and the demonic token tied around his waist in the mist, looking down at him.

The white-haired Baili Qingfeng looked at Lu Jing, and a spiritual thought fell into Lu Jing's mind.

Lu Jing has not yet reacted.

Baili Qingfeng glanced at Taixuan Palace and suddenly waved his sleeves.
To be continued...