The shabby house where Gongyang Xi lived in seclusion was called "Sword Tomb" and was the final resting place of countless famous swords.
But underneath him, there was a larger basement, where more swords were buried.
Feng Ziyue followed Gong Yangxi and silently stepped into the underground chamber. Although it was not the first time he entered this place, he still couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart as he sensed the chaotic and huge sword energy.
Most of the swords in the sword tomb had their spiritual energy sucked away by Gong Yangxi, but their appearance is still intact.
But in this sword burial chamber, there are all broken swords.
A broken sword does not change the steel!
Even though the ground was in a mess, even though it was broken into pieces, those broken swords contained unyielding sword energy. As soon as Feng Ziyue stepped into the basement, he seemed to be able to hear their unwilling cries.
"Here, there are approximately more than 20,000 broken swords of various colors..."
Gongyang Xi sighed softly, his voice was very low, as if he didn't want to disturb the souls of these swords, "When I heard about the sword-pregnancy method in Southern Xinjiang, I suddenly came up with this idea, so I collected many broken swords.
, it took more than ten years to reverse the method of sword pregnancy and create a method of sword bone forging. Unfortunately, it has not been successful until now..."
His eyes flickered, and he was obviously hesitant in his heart, "Yueer, this method is extremely dangerous, do you really want to try it?"
There is a special method of making swords in southern Xinjiang, which is very different from that of the Ming Dynasty in the Central Plains. It is almost a witchcraft method, but after careful examination, it has its own truth.
They would implant a sword embryo or a broken sword into a person's body, and rely on the nourishment of human essence and blood to forge it into shape. Then they would cut open the person's body and take out the sword, which would become a peerless magic weapon.
After Gongyang Xi heard about it, he was inspired to do the opposite. He implanted the famous sword into his body, nourished his body with the sword spirit, and finally turned the famous sword into a part of himself, thus reforging his body and achieving the goal.
The purpose of the sword is itself.
An intact famous sword is difficult to reconcile with flesh and blood. He tried many times and only a broken sword was the most preferable. Unfortunately, every time he tried, various accidents always happened. In the past ten years, he has not succeeded once.
"My disciple has made up his mind!" Feng Ziyue nodded firmly.
In fact, he knew that this sword bone training method would definitely succeed.
In his last life, he went through this difficult and painful process, finally emerged from his cocoon and became a butterfly, embarking on the path of becoming a sword god.
Now, it's just that the time is earlier.
But at this time, he was more fully prepared. Not only was his profound energy cultivation much higher than before, he also forged his own body, and due to his interaction with the golden-haired god, he accidentally broke through to the realm of steel that could be refined a hundred times.
Through this sword bone training, he is 100% sure that he can break through to the realm of sword embryos through physical training - and he does not intend to waste this period of time training the sword bones. At the same time, he will use the blood training method.
Refining the fourth-grade elixir, the Great Return Pill, and taking it to cultivate the mysterious energy, within the same time, you have to break through to the realm of a great martial artist!
With his profound energy cultivation at the level of a great martial artist, and his body condensed into a sword embryo, even if he were to face the Martial Master, he would never be at a disadvantage!
Gongyang Xi glanced at his disciple. Although there was an unbearable look on his face, his eyes still couldn't help showing admiration. This disciple was resolute and decisive. This fearless courage was what he needed to climb to the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
He said no more, walked to the center of the countless broken swords, and gently picked up a heavy sword from the ground. The sword was broken from the middle, but the broken edge showed a yellow color, and it was actually made of copper.
become.
"This sword is the ancient bronze black sword worn by the King of Yue in the past. The King of Yue was defeated. One man and one sword fought against a hundred thousand soldiers. In the end, he killed most of them. He broke out of the siege and reached the Canglan River, where there was no boat to cross.
, and was ashamed to see his father, so he broke his sword and committed suicide..."
"This sword condenses the resentment of countless soldiers and the final unwillingness of the hero. If it is implanted in the body, it will definitely turn into a proud man!"
He gently stroked the blade of the sword, recalling the past and the present, recalling the invincible demeanor of the King of Yue back then, and was filled with emotion.
Feng Ziyue nodded, took the bronze black sword and put it aside.
Gongyang Xi smiled slightly, "Yue'er, one sword is really not enough..."
He turned around and picked up another sword from the ground. This sword had a narrow blade and a sharp edge. Although it had been broken for many years, it still shone with a daunting cold light.
"This sword is the Seven Killing Sword of Buzhouzi, the founder of the Hainan Sword Sect. On that day, he held this thin sword and went from south to north to discuss swordsmanship with the world's swordsman masters, killing twenty-seven swordsman masters in a row.
He finally realized the way to kill with the sword, and he could almost be called the number one swordsman at that time... Unfortunately, he later went crazy and accidentally killed his wife. In the madness, he broke the sword and left the world..."
"The Seven Killing Sword is full of murderous intent and moves forward indomitably. Using this as its basis, one can gain its decisiveness and ruthlessness."
Seeing Feng Ziyue take it, he put it aside, smiled slightly, and took another broken sword.
"The name of this sword is not to kill. It is exactly the opposite of the Seven Kills. It is the sword of Master Kuzhu, a Buddhist swordsman at that time. This sword is compassionate and has no sharp edge. The sword is never stained with human blood. It is a sword.
A merciful sword."
"This sword is combined with the Seven Kills to become a chivalrous man with a benevolent heart. Although he kills cruelly, his heart is compassionate. It is a perfect match."
Feng Ziyue lined up the three swords, but was still not in a hurry and continued to look at Gongyang and laugh.
Gongyang Xi was shocked, "Yue'er, three swords planted in your body at one time is already a lot - you still don't think it's enough? How many swords do you want to plant at one time?"
This sword bone forging method is to bury the broken sword into the body. The three swords planted in it are already several huge wounds. Isn't it enough for him?
Feng Ziyue nodded, smiled slightly and said: "Teacher, I have actually thought about it for a long time. The energy of this broken sword is so complex that if one is put into the body, it will be even more difficult to fuse it with flesh and blood.
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"If multiple swords are implanted into the body at the same time, and the sword energy suppresses each other and reaches a balance, the chance of success will be much higher..."
"Well……"
Gongyang Xi frowned. He hadn't thought about this part before, but Feng Ziyue's reminder made some sense.
"Then...how many swords should we plant at one time to achieve balance?"
Feng Ziyue looked solemn and shook his head slightly, "This... according to the disciple, as long as the characteristics are different, the more you plant, the better the effect. Nine is the ultimate number. I think this time, the disciple planted nine broken swords."
, come and try it!”
"What?" Gong Yangxi's jaw almost dropped.
If all nine broken swords are to be implanted into the body, how many wounds will be required? How can this person bear it? Although Feng Ziyue has a high level of cultivation and has accomplished some physical training, he still needs to be able to withstand the nine swords entering the body, Gongyang Xi
I can't believe it either.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Yue'er, it's too dangerous to do this. The teacher can't do it."