He originally planned to renew the Li Fire Sword and the Nishui Sword, then leave the Chaos Abyss with Zhou Jianlai and the other two to seek revenge against the people of the Lingjian Sect.
However, there was still a lot of material left after recasting the swords. On a whim, he used the remaining materials to forge the "iron bar" that he had forged for more than four hundred years.
As Zhou Jianlai said, although this "iron bar" does not have the shape of a sword, it already has the heart of the sword.
The reason why Nie Sanchui has never succeeded in forging a sword is simply because of the lack of materials. But now that there are enough materials, everything will fall into place.
The sword was forged and caused thunder and disaster.
Nie Sanchui spent more than four hundred years forging a divine sword that defies heaven.
You must know that after the end of the world, the laws of heaven are loosened. People like Lei Zhige and others will not cause disasters if they use their full combat power. However, the sword forged by Nie Sanchui still caused thunder disasters. It is conceivable that
This sword is incredible.
Only those who can withstand the test of thunder and calamity can survive in the world.
But when the eighth thunder fell, the sword could not withstand the power of the thunder and exploded with fine cracks.
Nie Sanchui knew that it would definitely not be able to withstand the ninth thunder.
Seeing that the ninth thunder was brewing rapidly and was about to strike down, Nie Sanchui sacrificed himself and used his life to help his sword block the last thunder.
Finally, the Divine Sword was born.
But Nie Sanchui, the master swordsmith of the generation, died at this point.
The sword is three feet and seven inches long, weighs five kilograms and eight taels, and is extremely sharp.
The light gray sword body is densely covered with criss-crossing fine cracks, which were left by the eighth thunder.
Dark red liquid flowed in the fine cracks. It was Nie Sanchui's blood. It was like a colloid and stuck to the cracked sword body, helping it withstand the ninth thunder.
Engraved on the blade of the sword near the hilt is a large dark red character: Hate!
Nie Sanchui cast his hatred for the Lingjian Sect into this sword.
The long sword is unsheathed, and hatred surges.
The evil spirit soared into the sky.
The onlookers could not help but shudder, and suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
This is a very dangerous sword.
If it is not controlled well, it is very likely to fall into the path of killing.
brush!
Zhou Jianlai swung his sword directly at Shang Houchun and said: "Master Sanchui sacrificed his life to forge this sword. Today I will follow his last words and use this sword to avenge him and comfort his spirit in heaven."
"Master Three Hammers asked me to kill two people. These two people were the culprits who destroyed his entire family back then. One is named Yi Ji, and the other is named Na Donglai."
"You just said that Yi Ji is dead, so let's kill him."
"Where is Donglai then? Come out and die!"
Na Dong Lai felt guilty. Forced by Zhou Jianlai's momentum, he avoided his eyes and for a moment did not dare to answer.
"A kid with a yellow mouth, full of nonsense and lies."
"Knowing that your lies are untenable and about to be exposed, you become so angry that you want to start a fight unreasonably?"
"If you want to fight, let's fight. Aren't we, the Lingjian Sect, afraid of you?"
Shang Houchun shouted angrily.
Zhou Jianlai sneered and replied: "There is no need to explain the truth clearly, as long as the sword in my hand can be understood. My sword is the truth."
After saying that, he suddenly looked at Na Donglai and asked: "Na Donglai, are you going to be a coward?"
He didn't know Na Donglai, but many Lingjian Sect disciples looked at Na Donglai intentionally or unintentionally, making him guess that this person was most likely the Donglai he was looking for.
"Let's fight, am I afraid of you?"
Na Donglai stood up with an old red face.
"Very good, you are indeed Na Donglai, so I don't have to waste time going to Lingjian Sect."
"If you have any last words, please say them quickly."
Zhou Jianlai pointed his sword at Na Donglai and said.
"Yellow-haired boy, you insult me too much!"
"Death!"
Na Donglai couldn't stand Zhou Jianlai's tone as if he was dead, so he stretched out his hand, grabbed a long sword from the void space, and stabbed Zhou Jianlai.
Zhou Jianlai's eyes suddenly turned cold, two red lights shot out from his pupils, and he faced him with his sword.
"ah!"
"Then come east and give back the lives of my family!"
A stream of blood energy suddenly burst out from the body of the Hate Sword, and transformed into the figure of Master Three Hammers in the air, roaring at Dong Lai.
This is a trace of Nie Sanchui's lingering thoughts stored in the sword.
Na Donglai was suddenly shocked.
Shang Houchun and another Holy Ancestor of the Spirit Sword Sect were also shocked.
They wanted to help Na Donglai, but Zhang Xiaozu and Yuan Taiping had already blocked their route to attack Zhou Jianlai.
Ding!
The tips of their swords collided together.
The next moment, the tip of the sword from the east was pierced by the tip of Zhou Jianlai's sword.
With a sneer, Zhou Jianlai's sword advanced like a broken bamboo, splitting the sword from the east in two.
Na Donglai was shocked and hurriedly let go and abandoned his sword, otherwise his hand would be cut off by Zhou Jianlai's sword.
While abandoning the sword, he jumped back, trying to distance himself from Zhou Jianlai, but Zhou Jianlai's sword was too fast, approaching his face in an instant and piercing the sea of consciousness between his eyebrows.
"This sword is called Jie Hate!"
"die!"
The cold words coming out of Zhou Jianlai's mouth were like the call of the King of Hell.
"ah--"
Na Donglai screamed in fear.
His body was retreating very quickly, but Zhou Jianlai's long sword was advancing much faster than his retreat.
puff!
The sword pierced Dong Lai's eyebrows and penetrated his head. The sword energy shattered his soul and destroyed his three souls and seven souls.
Dong Lai's body twitched violently and turned into a mummy in the blink of an eye.
His essence and blood were completely absorbed by the Hate Sword.
The dark red blood flowing in the cracks of the sword suddenly became bright and bright.
"stop!"
Shang Houchun stopped drinking a step too late.
But even if it sounded before Na Donglai was killed, it would not affect Zhou Jianlai's murderous intention at all.
Zheng!
The sword buzzed and trembled in Zhou Jianlai's hand.
Zhou Jianlai flicked his wrist, shook off the Donglai body hanging on the sword, and said: "Senior, I have avenged you, you can rest in peace."
A bunch of obsession wrapped around the sword dissipated with the wind, and then the sword became quiet.
"Zhou Jianlai, you...you are looking for death!"
Shang Houchun was furious.
The onlookers all gasped, never expecting that Zhou Jianlai could be so powerful, killing a strong man in the holy realm with one sword.
Although Sima Zhuang and other powerful men were also surprised by Zhou Jianlai's fighting power, they were even more surprised by the Hate Sword in Zhou Jianlai's hand, because they could see that the gap in fighting power between Dong Lai and Zhou Jianlai was not that huge, leaving him no chance to fight back.
force.
Therefore, in their opinion, Zhou Jianlai was able to kill Na Donglai with one sword, and he relied on the power of sharp weapons.
"As soon as this sword comes out, I'm afraid it will rank first on the sword list!"
They all thought in unison.
Zhou Jianlai turned to look at Shang Houchun and asked in a calm tone: "Aren't you prepared to die before coming to seize the sword?"
Affected by the Sword of Hate, he had a strong killing intent at the moment, his pupils were as red as blood, and endless killing thoughts were surging deep in his pupils.
Shang Houchun nodded angrily and said: "Yes, we were prepared to die before we came here. The sword of the Lingjian Sect must never fall into the hands of outsiders. Even if it costs our lives, we must keep the sword."
Take it back."
"Then what's your name?" Zhou Jianlai asked with a sneer.
"..." Shang Houchun's chest rose and fell suddenly, and he almost vomited blood due to Zhou Jianlai's anger. Then he took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood, and said: "Zhou Jianlai, I will fight with you. If I win, you return the Lihuo Sword.
And the Nishui Sword, and the sword in your hand, because this sword was forged by Nie Sanchui using materials from our Lingjian Sect."
"Ha, you are so shameless." Zhou Jianlai sneered.
Shang Houchun said nothing and said to himself: "If I lose, I will leave my life here. How about it?"
"Although it's shameless, I agreed."
"One more thing, I must warn you Lingjian Sect. If you want the Lihuo Sword and the Nishui Sword, just come to me. But..."
"If you dare to deal with me like you did Master Three Hammers, and threaten me with the lives of my relatives and friends, I promise to destroy your Spirit Sword Sect in my lifetime."
Zhou Jianlai said with murderous intent.
Shang Houchun snorted coldly: "The Lingjian Sect disdains doing such despicable and shameless things."
