Chapter 4746?

The so-called swordsmanship, the so-called sword intent, are all phantoms, and they can only be carried by the use of media.

The blade itself is a medium, and divine power, virtual power, and even more mysterious power are the means of carrying and figuring it out.

But this scene really shocked Jian Wushuang.

These sword intentions have no master's will, no way to guide, only the blade itself that acts as a medium in the end.

But they were actually refined and turned into droplets of silver-white water droplets.

And these sword intent water droplets fell from the sky into the abyss of that day at the same time.

Because the temperature is extremely hot and terrifying, the magma here is a strange purple-red color.

Even the real core temperature of the sun can never be compared with this purple magma, it is too hot.

These sword intents like raindrops did not drop into the magma after falling, but as if there was something connected, they gathered together in one place.

It was only then that Jian Wushuang discovered that, under the abyss, in the center of the galloping magma, there was actually a furnace.

This statue seems to be in the flaming furnace, as if it is refining and creating a glorious sun, and the golden light overflows from the strictly seamed furnace, which is extremely eye-catching.

Those sword intents like water droplets were all led into the furnace.

At the same time, there is also a figure that is ten thousand feet tall, attracting Jian Wushuang's eyes.

I saw that on the side of the cauldron, the height of ten thousand zhang, and the figure of the red upper body, holding the iron hammer in his hand, hammer after hammer without any emotion, fell on a red sword embryo, sparkling fire. overflowing.

Such a shocking picture makes Jian Wushuang faintly have a feeling of blood boiling.

There is no intricacy and subtlety of kendo and sword intent, but only pure iron and fire.

The sword maker needs great perseverance and great insight in order to forge a sword that will win heaven and earth luck.

This fusion of iron and fire is the most breathtaking.

After calling two or three times in a row, Jian Wushuang came back to his senses.

"Brother Sword,

Watching up close together? "The little emperor smiled.

Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Jian Wushuang said slowly, "Okay."

The two Yanxians fell into the abyss of the moat.

Holding a hammer, the figure that was more than ten thousand feet tall did not feel that there was an outsider coming here, the scarlet sword embryo with all his heart.

Stepping on the earth floating on the magma like a lonely boat, Jian Wushuang felt that the force outside his body began to burn.

"Beichun, I'm here." The little emperor said loudly, with a rare smile in his eyes.

After the 10,000-foot-tall figure slammed heavily on the sword embryo, it stopped the mechanical hammer and turned to look.

A black cheek stained with iron filings, it is almost impossible to tell where the facial features are.

However, Jian Wushuang saw a row of bright teeth next.

"Brother Yan."

The little emperor laughed, "I thought you were stupid, but you still remember me."

In just a few breaths, the ten-thousand-zhang-tall stature shrank to a normal height, and then trotted forward.

His upper body is naked, and his well-proportioned skin is covered with flowing clouds and water lines, which looks mysterious and profound.

"Brother Yan, why did you have the time to come here? I remember it wasn't long since you came last time." The figure with flowing clouds and water lines scratched his head and said.

The little emperor said helplessly, "It's been a year since I last visited you, and this time it's another heavenly feast."

"After another year, I don't even feel it," said the figure, smacking his lips, "I don't know when my master will be back."

"You'll be back soon, you just need to wait." The little emperor raised his eyebrows and smiled, and then he put his palm on Jian Wushuang's shoulder, "I'd like to introduce you, Brother Jian, Jian Wushuang."

"Ding Beichun." The black-faced figure also grinned and cupped his hands.

Jian Jian Wushuang replied with a smile, and felt deep in his heart that the guy in front of him with big white teeth grinning with a smile was not as difficult to reach as he imagined.

Looking at the raging lava around him, the little emperor said, "Beichun, it's been a few years, it's time for you to go out for a walk. After all, you've been here by yourself for too long."

Reaching out and wiping the iron filings on his face, the young man named Ding Beichun said, "I'll be ready to leave when Master comes to pick me up, and now I'm just concentrating on casting a sword and casting a scabbard for Master. "

Jian Wushuang was slightly surprised, but he did not expect that Ding Beichun was only forging a scabbard.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask, "The materials and sword intent refined in this cauldron are all prepared for casting the scabbard?"

Ding Beichun nodded, "Yes, these things are not worthy of my master, so I will make these things into a scabbard and give them to my master."

Jian Wushuang opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, there was a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

Ding Beichun's words are really too shocking, so many supreme sword intents are only worthy of being cast into a scabbard...

And the little emperor also has a natural expression, which confirms that what Ding Beichun said is true.

"By the way, Beichun, I have something to ask for this time," said the little emperor. "Brother Jian has a broken sword that he wears. Can you repair it and forge it?"

Ding Beichun didn't hesitate, "Of course, can you show me the broken situation?"

Jian Wushuang nodded, and then pulled out the Tailuo sword from his waist.

The sword body was unsheathed, sending out a clear sound, although the sword body had been broken from the middle, it did not affect the sharpness of the sky at all.

Ding Beichun's eyes suddenly lit up, he took the broken Tailuo sword, looked over it carefully, and then said, "It's incredible, such a good real sword still contains great luck."

Jian Wushuang nodded secretly when he heard the words. It seemed that Ding Beichun was the real master of swordsmithing, and he was able to keenly perceive the luck in Tailuo Sword in the first time.

As one of the seven ancestral weapons in the Divine Power Universe, the Tailuo Sword contained in it was naturally extremely terrifying.

This is also why the Tailuo Divine Sword is broken, and Jian Wushuang is still worn by his side. The mysterious and mysterious things such as luck and luck have too many thoughts of the avenue to control, which can deepen the perception of sitting.

"How, can it be completely repaired?" asked the little emperor.

Holding the Tailuo Divine Sword tightly, Ding Beichun couldn't help nodding, "Absolutely, it is possible to repair such a real sword, for me, it is also another kind of feeling about casting a sword."

The little emperor nodded, "Then I'll leave it to you. If the repair is not good, I will ask you."

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