He suddenly understood why Master Shen Xiaoyan didn't want to make swords for just anyone.
Because making a sword like this is a bit taxing on your arms.
Even the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara will become a one-armed Arhat if this continues.
The aroma of minced garlic and mutton blood floats in the air, making people suddenly have an appetite.
The blood soaked the entire three-legged, two-eared, three-flavored Yin seal casting furnace red, and then seeped into the furnace strangely, as if a sponge was absorbing the blood.
Eh?
Isn't this some kind of evil magic sword?
Wouldn't the refined sword need to be nourished by drinking human blood every day?
Lin Beichen began to spread his imagination.
"Master..."
All the registered disciples rushed over and supported Shen Xiaoyan, who had lost an arm and looked pale.
Shen Xiaoyan shook his head to indicate that he was fine, took a few quick breaths, and gradually stabilized his condition.
He smiled, looked at Lin Beichen, and said: "This is the last sword I made. From now on, I will no longer practice swords, and this 'black iron arm' is no longer needed. In order to make weapons, I gave up my arm." After refining this virtue, I have accumulated a lifetime of refining the weapon, and all of it has been poured into this sword furnace. When the furnace cracks, it is the opportunity for the sword to be completed. If the arm is broken and the furnace is broken, it can be regarded as having a beginning and an end. "
yes.
The arm is broken.
The sword furnace will also be destroyed.
A weapon refiner who has lost his weapon-making arm and his sword-making furnace is considered completely useless.
From now on, no one will ask him to make swords.
"So, you didn't make swords for thirty years just to get this sword today?"
Lin Beichen asked.
Shen Xiaoyan nodded, looking a little excited and excited.
He stared closely at the slightly vibrating sword furnace and said: "Once this sword comes out, I will have no regrets in making swords in my life."
The voice fell.
Click click click.
White cracks appeared on the furnace of the three-legged, two-eared, three-flame Yin seal casting vessel.
Like a soaring vine, it spreads rapidly.
It's like a broken eggshell, as if something is about to break out.
Countless eyes were focused on the sword path.
Shen Xiaoyan said: "Go, your sword is inside."
Lin Beichen walked towards the sword road step by step.
He stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the outer wall of the broken sword furnace.
Duang~~~
The sword furnace made a crisp sound.
Then there was a crash, and the outer wall shattered and fell.
A flash of silver suddenly appeared.
In the inner space of the sword furnace, a bright silver light group flashed.
You can vaguely see a sword-shaped weapon rising and falling in the light group.
My sword.
Lin Beichen's heart moved, and he raised his hand to grab the sword hilt.
at this time--
Whoosh!
Several streams of light flickered.
In the hall, several people who had been prepared suddenly burst into action, as fast as ghosts. Some rushed towards Lin Beichen, while others rushed towards the silver sword that was about to be released, dividing the work and cooperating.
Seize the sword.
A long-planned attempt to seize the sword.
"careful……"
Hu Meier reminded loudly that when she tried to stop him, it was already too late.
At this moment, two beautiful shadows floated around.
Qianqian and Qianqian took action.
The two vase characters in the eyes of everyone, at this moment, showed a power far beyond imagination.
The beautiful shadows flicker.
The two of them arrived first and intercepted the man who took the sword.
"Stinky girl, get out of here."
The person who was blocked was furious, and the sword came out like a poisonous snake, rolling up half-step heaven-level wind element profound energy fluctuations. The sword light reached the extreme, and he stabbed without mercy.
boom!
Qianqian punched out.
This punch hit the sword's spine.
The sword is broken.
Then it fell on the arm of the person holding the sword.
The arm bursts.
Finally, it hit the Half-Step Heavenly Man in the chest.
The terrifying fist force blasted it directly into the air.
The blood mist flew away.
Kill in seconds, turn into rubbish in seconds.
On the other side, Qianqian grabbed his palm in the void and summoned his sword.
It was a gorgeous silver rapier that looked like a toy worn by ladies to decorate themselves.
Qianqian flicked her wrist.
The two half-step celestial beings and one first-level celestial being who rushed over instantly flew backwards. Their chests and abdomen were already riddled with holes, covered with dense sword holes...
"ah……"
They roared, not knowing when they were struck by the sword.
Blood spurted out from the sword hole uncontrollably, like three human-shaped sprayers.
He barely stood firm when he landed, but he couldn't control the blood spurting at all, and finally staggered down in despair.
Death, fall.
Compared to Qianqian's wild and domineering power, Qianqian's light-spirited disillusionment is no less lethal.
Boom boom!
Qianqian punched three more times.
The punch is as strong as a dragon.
The transparent fist print shot out from the slender jade hand, expanded in mid-air, and struck the bodies of the three first-level heavenly beings. Suddenly, three fatal and beautiful death blood flowers bloomed in mid-air.
Everyone else was stunned.
No one thought that something like this would happen.
The two little maids next to Lin Beichen were as beautiful as fairies. Considering the previous rumors about Lin Beichen's lust, I thought that these two delicate girls were not even as good as the sword maids behind Shen Xiaoyan. They were both very beautiful.
The vase is only for decoration...
Now it seems?
vase?
No.
death rose.
The petals point to the coming of death.
In the blink of an eye, the number of heavenly and human-level experts who died in the hands of the two little maids because they tried to seize the swords has reached eight.
They are all famous and powerful people.
Among them is a second-level celestial being.
The lobby on the first floor of the Seven Stars Gathering Sword Building is filled with the sweet and fragrant smell of blood. The tiny droplets of blood on the ground and table sway slightly under the sunlight, reflecting the light that is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye of ordinary people.
The colorful light, these blood beads merged together under the action of gravity, and the scene seemed a bit scary.
Everyone in the hall has retreated outside the building.
Including the three masters and apprentices of the ‘Wenxiang Jianfu’.
"They are actually...so powerful?"
There were sparks shining in Hu Meier's eyes.
Her sense of superiority as a disciple of a top martial arts force was severely shattered at this moment.
Because she is no match for either of the two maids.
"Who's coming?"
Qianqian waved her fist arrogantly.
Those who originally had the intention to seize the sword extinguished all chances and lowered their heads.
At this time——
"I come."
A cold sneer sounded from a hundred meters away.
The next moment, a sword light passed through the void.
"go back."
The silver rapier in Qianqian's hand filled the sky with starlight.
Ding!
A subtle metallic chirping sound sounded.
The silver rapier broke.
Qianqian's figure flew out upside down.
A flash of sword light followed him like a shadow, and he continued to attack.
"Sister, be careful..."
Qianqian exclaimed and punched out with all her strength, attacking the person who struck.
Ding ding ding!
boom!
Qianqian's arms were dripping with blood and she also flew out.
"die."
The gloomy sneer was wrapped with endless killing intent, and two sword lights were separated, attacking Qianqian and Qianqian respectively.
This is to kill them all.
In the fight between lightning and stone, someone has already recognized that the person who took action was tall, more than two meters tall, with white hair all over his body and a face like a wild ape. He was a strong swordsman from the white-haired armored clan.
A strong man with a terrifying and sharp sword intent all over his body.
Stronger than the one who died in the hands of 'Chess Lao' before.
Seeing the two little maids in crisis, Yan Ruyu's heart moved, and the sword energy in her palms burst out.
But just when she was about to save people, Lin Beichen took action.
Lin Beichen, who had been standing on the chess stage, holding the bright silver sword, seemed to have spent a little time taming and mastering the new sword, so that his reaction was slightly slower.
call out!
In the void, silver light flashed.
Ding!
The first sword cut into pieces the sword light that attacked the two little maids.
The silver light flashes again.
The second sword tore apart the layers of sword curtains and protective sword energy in front of the white-haired armored swordsman.
Three flashes of silver light.
With the third sword, the head of the white-haired leather-armored swordsman soared into the sky...
These three swords were almost at their peak and were completed almost at the same time.
From beginning to end, there was no sound of weapons clashing, nor was there the sound of swords breaking apart.