The worry clouds on Lin Yu's brows became thicker and thicker, and his clear eyes were blocked by thick fog. He asked in shock: "How do you know this?"
The black shadow sneered twice and said: "Not only do I know this, I also know about this sword. There is a three-inch long crack on the blade."
Lin Yu was completely shocked this time. There was indeed a crack on the Qingfeng Sword that was invisible to the naked eye. The existence of the crack could only be detected by feeling. When he practiced swordplay in the past, he always felt something slightly abnormal.
It was precisely because of this that he had gone to ask his master many times, but his master always laughed and said nothing. It was not until he was about to go down the mountain that he told him the secret of Qingfeng Sword and asked him to use it with caution.
This sword.
Seeing Lin Yu's shocked expression, Heiying looked up to the sky and sneered several times, saying, "Now you should believe what I say!"
Lin Yu was silent for a moment and shouted coldly: "Could it be that if there is a crack on the Qingfeng Sword, it is not called the Qingfeng Sword?"
Seeing that Lin Yu still didn't believe it, Heiying smiled coldly and said, "Young man, do you know whose hand the Qingfeng Sword came from?"
Lin Yu didn't hesitate for a moment and blurted out: "The best swordsmith in the world, Nangong Ping!"
The black shadow smiled and nodded, saying: "Yes, but do you know that Nangong Ping has another title in the world besides the best swordsmith in the world?"
Lin Yu thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "You mean the jade is flawless?"
The black shadow laughed loudly and said: "It seems that you finally know something. Yes, it is the flawless jade."
Lin Yu was stunned for a moment and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with him? What does this mean?"
The black shadow smiled faintly and said: "Young man, don't worry, listen to me and tell you slowly."
Lin Yu's face was full of puzzlement, and his clear and translucent forehead eyes began to become less clear. Without any words, he just nodded slightly.
Heiying coughed lightly and said: "Nangong Ping, the best swordsmith in the world, was nicknamed Yubi Wuxia by people in the world at that time because he pursued perfection in everything he did. Even beautiful jade has flaws.
But he spent all day thinking about making a piece of "beautiful jade without flaws."
Lin Yu heard the words, took the words and said: "There are no perfect people in the world, and naturally there are no perfect things. Master Nangong doesn't even understand this truth, eh..."
The black shadow waved its hand faintly and said: "Young man, the truth is not meant to be understood."
Lin Yu was slightly surprised when he heard this and asked, "What is that for?"
The black shadow smiled quietly and said: "The real truth is for experience. Maybe even you who are saying this at this time only know the truth, and you don't really understand it."
Lin Yu was silent. It was undeniable that what he said made some sense.
Then the faint black shadow began to speak again: "Since then, his footprints have been all over the Central Plains, the Western Regions, the deserts, and even the wilderness of southern Xinjiang. However, things have always been unsatisfactory.
Thirty years later, he dragged his tired body back to his hometown, intending to live in seclusion and end his remaining days.
But in the second year after he returned to his hometown, a mysterious figure came to him. At the same time, he also had more than 50,000 kilograms of ten thousand-year-old undersea black iron, as well as iron souls, source crystals and other rare treasures necessary for making magical weapons.
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"More than 50,000 kilograms of ten thousand-year-old seabed black iron?" Lin Yu couldn't help but asked in shock.
Thousand-year-old seabed dark iron is a very rare thing. They come from under the whirlpool of the seabed and are very difficult to obtain. A sword made of ten-thousand-year-old dark iron is not only extremely sharp, but it can also cut iron like mud, even breaking rocks.
No problem.
In the world of martial arts, a handy weapon can often give you two more lives. Therefore, many people in the martial arts world want to get a good weapon even if they lose all their money. It is precisely because of the influence of the martial arts people.
The price of ten thousand-year black iron of the same quality can be compared to ten times or even a hundred times that of gold. I didn’t expect that this mysterious figure would actually sell more than 50,000 kilograms of ten thousand-year seabed black iron. This is really unbelievable.
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The shadow seemed to see the doubts in Lin Yu's mind, but he did not explain anything. He just smiled quietly and continued: "These more than 50,000 kilograms of ten thousand-year-old black iron are only used to cast two weapons."
Lin Yu was startled again and asked in astonishment: "Which two weapons?"
The black shadow paused slightly for a moment and said word by word: "A knife is named Mingyue, and a sword is named Qingfeng!"
Lin Yu blurted out, "Mingyue Sword, Qingfeng Sword!"
The black shadow nodded faintly and said: "Exactly!"
Lin Yu's expression changed coldly and he asked: "Are you saying that the Qingfeng Sword and the Mingyue Sword were forged at the same time?"
The black shadow smiled coldly and said, "That's right, and the swords and swords were fired at the same time!"
Now Lin Yu felt like he had fallen into a mess. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't figure it out.
After a moment of silence, Lin Yu's black eyes flashed with confusion, and he asked: "Since the Mingyue Sword and Qingfeng Sword are rare weapons in the world, why have I never heard of them in the world?
Where is the Mingyue Sword?"
Heiyi responded coldly: "I can't blame you. There are no more than seven people in the world who know the Mingyue Sword. You are young, so naturally you are not among them."
Lin Yu was still full of doubts and continued to ask: "Oh, since it is a rare magical weapon in the world, why has no one heard of it? And Tianjizi, who knows the world's magical weapons, should know about this, but Tianjizi
Why is there no record of this in the Book of Machine Divine Weapons?"
The shadow pretended to smile mysteriously and said: "If a person dies before he is born, how many people do you think will know him?"
Lin Yu was shocked and asked: "You mean, back then, the Mingyue Sword and the Qingfeng Sword were already..."
Lin Yu did not say those two words. At this time, he could not accept this statement, so he chose to remain silent.
It was obvious that Heiying had understood what Lin Yu meant. He nodded slightly and sneered: "Why, you still don't believe me?"
Lin Yu did not answer directly. He was silent for a moment and asked, "What happened back then, and where are the Qingfeng Sword and Mingyue Sword you mentioned?"
The black shadow waved his hand, smiled quietly, and said: "Don't worry, it's still early, just listen to me and tell you slowly."
After saying that, the black shadow cleared his throat and said: "While refining the 7749th Heaven, Nangong Ping clearly felt a strange fluctuation in the sword in the furnace. At first, he did not feel it.
He didn't care, but when it was eighty-eight sixty-four days later, all the trees and flowers around him gradually began to wither. Even he himself felt that he had aged at least ten years in the past two months. From that time, he began to pay attention to
this matter.
It wasn't until the last two hours of the ninety-nine and eighty-one days that he knew that what he was refining was not a pair of divine weapons, but the most evil demon weapons. Once they were born, there would be a bloody storm in the world, and the entire world would be shaken.
The martial arts world in the Central Plains was plunged into a catastrophe.
But at that time, he understood that it was too late, and there was nothing he could do to prevent the birth of this pair of evil demon soldiers. In order to prevent this martial arts catastrophe, at the moment when the Mingyue Sword and the Qingfeng Sword were about to be born, Nangong Ping threw himself into the furnace.
He plans to use his own essence and blood to suppress the demonic nature in them..."
At this point, the black shadow stopped talking and let out a long sigh. Judging from his expression, there must be a hidden meaning that no one knew about.
Thinking of this, Lin Yu hurriedly asked: "What happened next?"
The black shadow sighed and shook his head, saying: "There will be no future."
Lin Yu was shocked. After a long time, he asked in shock: "What about the Mingyue Sword and the Qingfeng Sword?"
The shadow shook his head again and said: 'The Mingyue Sword and the Qingfeng Sword have not been seen since."
Lin Yu was shocked and said: "Even if Master Nangong prevents the birth of the magic weapon in the end, and the refining of the Mingyue Sword and Qingfeng Sword fails, the useless swords and waste swords can always be found at the scene!"
The black shadow said faintly: "The waste sword and the waste sword were naturally found. The first and second disciples of Nangong Ping used local materials to make another sword and a sword respectively, and gave them to themselves respectively.
An old friend."
Lin Yu's expression changed slightly and he asked: "What kind of knife? What kind of sword?"
The black shadow smiled faintly and said: "You are no stranger to this knife and sword."
Lin Yu's pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes staring at the black shadow like unsheathed swords, and said, "Oh?"
The black shadow raised his hand slightly, pointed to the north, and said, "The name of the knife is Zhuifeng, and the sword is Wuqing!"
Lin Yu took a step back in shock and said, "Are you talking about the Wind-Chasing Divine Sword and the Ruthless Sword?"
The black shadow smiled faintly, nodded, and said: "Yes, they were re-refined from the remains of the Mingyue Sword and the Qingfeng Sword."
Lin Yu was silent for a moment and said, "But what does this have to do with Qingfeng Sword, and what does it have to do with the Yan family?"
"Because of the Tears of the Falling City!" Black Shadow's tone suddenly became very serious, and he could only listen to what he said word for word.
Lin Yu's mind has begun to become a little messy. He really can't figure out what kind of divine object this Alluring Tears is, and it can have such a great temptation. An Heliu, the Demon Sect of the Western Regions, Tingxiang Xiaoxie, Youlanju
, even the Peach Blossom Valley, which is already on the mysterious island in the rivers and lakes, and the mysterious black figure in front of it, are looking for it. It seems that the Tears of the Fallen City must be related to a shocking secret, but what is this secret?
"What exactly is Tears of the Fallen City, and why are you looking for it?" Lin Yu expressed his doubts.
Heiying's expression was suddenly so cold that he said, "Sometimes the more people know, the faster they die. You are a smart person, I think you should understand this!"
Lin Yu didn't continue to ask any more questions. If he got angry, the pattern in front of him was more terrifying than the ghosts of hell, and he would really turn into a ghost.
After a moment, Lin Yu seemed to have thought of something. He slightly raised the Qingfeng Sword in his hand and said, "You just said that this sword is not the Qingfeng Sword. What do you think it is?"