If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 358 Try brushing the iron body like snow, talk about killing the west building with a sword
Chapter 358 Try brushing the iron body like snow, talk about killing the west building with a sword
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.
There has been no change in the heavens and the earth, nor has there been any great storm.
There was only a flash of light.
Lu Jing looked at the long sword again, and saw a five-color light flowing on the sword.
An Ruolu, who was not far away, seemed to be aware of it. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said loudly: "The sword creature is no longer a sword embryo.
Mr. Lu Jing, since it is your sword, you still need to pour your vitality into it to shine the starlight, and you can also pour in your vitality and blood to help the sword take shape!"
"From now on, you are the master of this sword and the master of the sword spirit!"
An Ruolu shouted loudly, followed by a series of coughs.
Yu Zhuoxian was standing in the distance, vaguely aware of the vague connection between Lu Jing and the sword.
The sword has spirit, and you know who its master is!
Zhong Yubai was a little excited.
The abbot of the Jokhang Temple, Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk, Shenxiu... and even An Ruolu who worshiped the Buddha.
Many generals and many ministers.
Seeing the Seventh Prince in Su Mansion, Shen Buyi, Shaozhuguo Li Guanlong on Wulong Street...
The two government palaces, and even Jiang Baishi on Qingyun Street.
They were all waiting silently, waiting for Lu Jing to become the master of the famous sword, and waiting for Sun Boyuan, with his golden eyes, to decide the ranking of this long sword.
Lu Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Without raising his head, he could sense that deep in the clouds, there were tyrannical immortals in the sky looking down at him.
And that day, the three stars in the sky are also ready to move.
"With this famous sword, plus those patriots who don't want to see me die under the attack of the West Tower in the sky, plus the library... I have a glimmer of hope."
Lu Jing thought about this and suddenly opened his eyes.
All I saw were stars lingering in the void.
The dazzling starlight broke through the thick clouds and mist, fell straight down, and shone on the long sword.
Boom!
Nan Ming suddenly appeared, and there was also a sudden sound of thunder.
Another dharma body of the heavenly king appeared to hold the sword.
The Taibai Sword Light, the Fuguang Sword Qi, and the Fearless Sword Soul sparkle with brilliance.
Young man's decision-making is going to work?
Under the reflection of the human Yuan star, the thick and unparalleled Yuan Qi turned into a long river and poured into the sword continuously.
Luo Mingyue is a person who knows swordsmanship. After the Battle of the Spiritual Tide, she fell into the realm and is no longer a heavenly being in the sword, but she is still a great master of swordsmanship.
So when she saw this scene, she might as well hold on to the sword at her waist.
"Five stars.
The light of the Taibai Sword, the might of the Heavenly King, the edge of the thunder, the vastness of the Kunpeng, and the endless vitality of the mysterious Yuan Star.
In addition, he has already cultivated a sword spirit, which makes him fearless and fearless.
Even if Lu Jing's sword cannot help him kill heavenly beings.
From now on, there will be no rivals in the Eight Realms."
"There is no one who can defeat anyone in the Eight Realms?" Luo Shubai, Nan Heyu and even the experienced Liu fell silent.
Without this sword, Lu Jing could kill the divine tower.
Now that he has this sword, Lu Jing alone can only defeat the two or three divine palaces and star palaces.
"I remember that this young Jian Jia is only eighteen years old?" Luo Mingyue suddenly asked.
Luo Shubai licked his white lips and said, "If you are not young, how can you be called a young swordsman?"
Everyone Liu also nodded.
At this moment, Luo Mingyue suddenly noticed something again, frowned and said: "No, although the five yuan stars are strong, and the fearless sword spirit is sharp, how can this sword spirit be so powerful?"
The Toad Soul Sword, which was originally held by Luo Mingyue and was about to move, fell silent again at this moment.
Nan Heyu glanced at the famous Toad Soul Sword.
"The Toad Soul Sword Spirit sensed the birth of the famous sword and damaged its majesty. It wanted to fly out of the scabbard and break the sword embryo, but now it has fallen silent...
Because of……"
Sitting cross-legged in front of flowers and plants, Mr. Liu's expression changed slightly.
"Then Lu Jing is writing?"
Before the long sword.
Lu Jing didn't know when he took out the pen.
I saw his expression was solemn and his body was full of righteousness.
The rich aura of awe-inspiring energy is injected into the holding pen.
At this moment, Lu Jing used awe-inspiring aura as his ink, and the divine destiny pattern was quietly triggered when he wrote.
Each piece of vitality writing appeared in Lu Jing's pen.
"Try to brush the iron body like snow, and kill Xilou with a sword!"
Let’s talk about two lines of poetry, and the world will immediately become filled with murderous energy!
The billowing majestic energy suddenly poured into the sword light, and it was actually painted with infinite righteousness and killing intent!
The long sword that was originally a silvery light turned into a snowy color.
The Immortal Killing Spirit left behind by the Black Gold of Killing Immortals instantly shined with a dazzling light.
This brilliance shot straight up into the void.
The lightning flashed across the sky, and the killing energy was heavy, and then it turned into a raging sword energy and slashed through the air.
In an instant, all the gazes and thoughts flowing down from the sky were cut away by this glorious sword energy!
"Be bold!"
"presumptuous!"
From the void, waves of misty but furious roars flowed down, exploding in Invasion's ears.
Lu Jing was not afraid at all. He took a step forward and stretched out his right hand to hold the white hilt of the long sword.
The five colors of light on the hilt of the sword flashed and disappeared.
"Lu Jing holds this sword and stands in the world, waiting for all the immortals to come and kill me!"
Lu Jing held a long sword in his hand and spoke slowly.
There was no anger in his voice, only profound calm.
And the same is true for the sword in his hand.
Thunder light, five colors, killing, power...
All kinds of things disappeared completely, quietly without a trace.
The long sword had a slender blade and glowed with cold light. The white long sword was paired with Lu Jing's white robe.
The young man in white clothes holds a long sword, as if he has unparalleled aura.
All the powerful people who saw this scene knew it.
Lu Jing forged this long sword to kill all the people in the West Tower of Heaven!
And in his poem, he held a fearless spirit and loudly declared war on the West Tower in the sky.
A sword-wielding man in the mortal world is not afraid of the immortals in heaven.
"respectable!"
Ji Yuanzhi stood up, nodded and said, "Originally, I felt sorry for my Yama finger bones, but now it seems that if Lu Jing survives this calamity, the Yama finger bones may not be worthy of Lu Jing."
Fu Wudao also had a look of admiration in his eyes, and he laughed and said: "It seems that I am too prejudiced against Taixuanjing.
I never expected that such a hero would be born in Taixuan Capital today!"
…
An Ruolu regained some strength and stared blankly at the sword in Lu Jing's hand.
It wasn't until some time passed that he took another breath and said loudly: "Mr. Lu Jing, have you named this sword?"
Lu Jing turned his head to look at An Ruolu and said with a smile: "Sir, you helped me get such a sword. Lu Jing is still in trouble. I wonder if he can repay you in the future.
Why don't you name this sword by Sir?"
Sun Boyuan glanced at An Ruolu with some envy.
An Ruolu was stunned at first, and then his eyes became more joyful.
But after feeling happy, he shook his head.
"Sir, I came to forge swords to repay others' kindness. You don't have to repay me.
Thanks to Sir's power, I forged such a baby sword, but I want to repay Sir.
What's more, Mr. is the master of the sword, and the famous sword has a spirit. I'm afraid that the sword spirit won't like it if I name him."
Lu Jing lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand, and then thought of the West Tower in the Sky.
"It's better for this sword to have no name. I still have a disaster that I haven't passed through. I gave it a name. If I fight with this sword for the first time, I will die in that disaster, and this sword will inevitably be shackles.
In this case, let's first ask it to kill Xilou, only give it a number, not a name.
Wait until I kill all the west tower and then give it a name!"
"Only a title, not a name?" An Ruolu said sincerely: "Sir, I love swords."
As he said this, he turned around and asked the storyteller beside him in a low voice: "Brother Boyuan, how does this sword... rank in your eyes?"
Sun Boyuan's eyes were filled with mystery and he said: "Guess!"