Chapter 124: Zhao Huangting Observes the Sword and Comprehends the Past; the Three Peerless Swords Are Asked to Be Sharpened by Qingshan

Sword name, Swallow Returns to the Nest!

A gentle voice lingered above the Jianchi Palace and echoed between heaven and earth.

This is not a very domineering name.

At least, it is much softer than the Seven Stars Dragon Abyss and Chengying, the two top-grade swords that are still in the hands of the Jianchi Palace.

However, listening to the name of this sword gives people an inexplicable feeling, as if they feel silent because of the meaning contained in the name of this sword.

Swallow Returns to the Nest, do not forget the original intention, return to the place where everything started.

Hidden in the emotion of thinking, but what can be thought of is the purest original intention and the heart of a child.

Those who hold this sword should uphold a burning heart of a child.

Anle was suspended in the air, the broken green shirt on his upper body fluttered, and his face also showed a touch of indignation and love for the name of this sword.

"Swallow Returns to the Nest, a good name."

Anle said softly.

The winter plums have fallen, and the returning swallows carry spring.

In the years and time, I questioned my former self and my original intention, and said a gentle goodbye.

Anle also had a lot of insights at this moment. Sword forging is like painting, the sword embryo is paper, and holding the hammer is like holding a pen. The sword forging process is like the process of a painter painting the image in his mind, carrying the mood and thoughts that the sword forger and the painter want to express.

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At this moment, the name of the sword, Yan Guichao, lingers in everyone's ears.

In the Jianchi Palace, standing outside the broken sword forging workshop, the practitioners whose clothes were blown by the wind formed by the heat wave all knew the name of this newly-made sword.

Yan Guichao.

After a lifetime of adventure in the world, he is still Yan Guichao in the end.

Zhao Huangting's plain clothes fluttered, his frosty hair fluttered in the wind, he closed his eyes, and whispered the name "Yan Guichao" at the corner of his lips.

At this moment, the sword and his mind were more compatible than ever before.

He had traveled the world with a sword.

He had wielded a sword to kill the Yuan Emperor.

Although his romantic life had been blown away by the rain and wind.

But when life came to an end and the fire of Nirvana burned, what he pursued was nothing more than a return to his original heart.

Zhao Huangting once wondered what his purpose was in going north.

Was it really just to ask the Yuan Emperor for a good time?

In the five hundred years of migration to the south, he had never crossed the Canglang River again and drawn his sword towards the Yuan Mongolian Emperor?

Today, he seemed to understand a little.

His purpose in going north was to see the old land and the old nest trampled by the Yuan Mongolian cavalry.

He was like an old swallow that crossed the Canglang River and migrated south for five hundred years, just wanting to return to the old land and nest at the end of his life.

He still wanted to be happy, but the most important thing was to get rid of a knot in his heart.

Zhao Huangting opened his eyes, and suddenly a sharp sword spirit burst out from his body. His plain clothes fluttered, as if even the corners of his clothes were stained with sword energy.

With his body as the center, the area within a radius of ten feet was cleared.

There was a cylindrical sword energy, spreading out from the earth inch by inch, like a green bamboo that broke out of the ground, rising straight up, and waving its head to the sky!

The surrounding Jianchi Palace disciples, swordsmiths, and Dali Kingdom practitioners were all shocked, and were shocked by this abundant sword energy and flew far away.

Su Muzhe's black hair fluttered, his eyes sparkled, staring at Zhao Huangting, who seemed to have understood his state of mind at this moment, with a look of surprise on his face.

Lu Ziwei and other Dali Kingdom practitioners did not actually recognize Zhao Huangting, but felt that this old predecessor who was lingering with death was incredibly powerful at this moment.

"Who is he?" A Dali Kingdom practitioner asked in surprise.

Lu Ziwei's eyes flickered. Although she was young, she had heard of the sword cultivators who created legends and left their names in the history of cultivation.

"You don't know this senior?"

A disciple of Jianchi Palace asked in surprise.

"He was the 'Bamboo Guest' who once traveled the world with a sword. In the territory of Xiliang, he saw injustice on the road and drew his sword to kill the ghost cultivators and evil cultivators in the hell palace!"

"He was a romantic swordsman who blocked the sword on Kunpeng Mountain alone, fought with the big monster, and sacrificed his life to quell a monster tide!"

"He was the peerless swordsman who dared to kill the Yuanmeng Emperor with a broken bamboo sword during the battle of the Great Zhao's migration to the south!"

"His name is Zhao Huangting!"

The young disciple of Jianchi Palace, Lu Shisan, blushed and said excitedly.

For this senior who made the master of Jianchi Palace Su Muzhe unforgettable, Lu Shisan grew up listening to his deeds.

Perhaps this senior has been silent for five hundred years and has lost his reputation as a man of high spirits and vigor, but there will always be people in the world who remember his legend and admire his deeds.

Lu Ziwei's beautiful eyes condensed. It turned out to be the old uncle of the Great Zhao Dynasty who was evaluated by the national teacher as having lost his charm and declining? !

But today, this smile rolled up the peerless spirit of sword energy rushing into the sky, which was definitely not as declining as the national teacher said.

At this moment, Zhao Huangting's eyes became calm, and his fluctuating mood gradually calmed down.

The pain that originally covered his whole body began to gradually weaken, and the fire of Nirvana was even completely compressed in his body. When it exploded, it would burst out with a shocking momentum.

Zhao Huangting was surrounded by sword energy, and he sat down like this.

Countless sword energy permeated his body, accumulating a majestic momentum, which continued to rise, as if gradually returning to the peak of the past, reappearing the former elegance and pride.

A hint of pride appeared on Su Muzhe's face, but also a hint of sadness and grief.

She raised her hand and tapped lightly, and countless swords flew out from the center of her eyebrows.

Intertwined around, it seems to form a fence of protection and isolation.

Isolated from other people's approach and interference.

Zhao Huangting was preparing to go north, so what she could do was prevent anyone from disturbing her.

The sword energy rolled into the clouds, like a sleeping dragon.

In the Jianchi Lake with endless blue waves.

There was a chuckle and a sigh.

"good."

But I don’t know whether I am praising the return of another first-grade sword swallow in the world, or praising Zhao Huangting for his enlightenment and return to his original intention.

…

…

Above the sky.

A smile appeared on Wang Yansheng's face, and he held the swallow in his hand and returned to the nest, his eyes full of tenderness.

However, at this moment, the creation of Yan Guichao has not yet been completed, and there are still very important sword tempering and opening points left.

He looked at Anle and gradually stopped the smile on his face: "Anle, come with me. Since you want to attack Qingshan, you must watch and remember every step that follows."

"Although Qingshan is a bamboo sword, its rank is unknown. However, I have observed that although Qingshan has flaws, its rank is definitely not lower than the first level."

"If you want to fight for such a sword, you don't rely on strength, but more on your affinity and connection with the sword."

"Only when Qingshan is willing to open for you can you open the front for it."

Wang Yansheng is very experienced and told Anle his understanding of Qingshan Kaifeng.

Even when Zhao Huangting came to attack Qingshan four times, Wang Yansheng never said it so sincerely.

It's not because Anle helped him create Yan Guichao, but in Wang Yansheng's view, Anle has a better chance of pioneering Qingshan than Zhao Huangting.

Qingshan... is more willing to open for peace and happiness.

Anle nodded. Although he was exhausted after nearly six days and six nights of swinging the hammer, he did not dare to relax at all.

The sword furnace between the eyebrows was clanging, and the Yuan Shen sitting on the increasingly solid Heart Sword embryo opened his eyes, and behind him sat the Wangxiaguang, which was every inch bright.

Wang Yansheng held the swallow returning to the nest. This sword was emitting extremely hot heat at the moment and was emitting a clear sword chant, like the cry of a flying swallow returning to the nest.

Forging a first-grade sword is by no means easy, but when the sword comes out of the furnace, most of the tests have actually been completed. The remaining step of tempering the sword is difficult, but the failure rate is much lower.

Wang Yansheng held the hot sword, and he seemed not to feel the heat at all.

He looked at Anle and said, "Anle, lend me a drop of blood."

"This sword was made for you, so it naturally belongs to you."

An Le did not hesitate, a drop of blood secreted from the fingertips and floated up.

Wang Yansheng smeared this drop of blood on Yan Guichao's broad sword body. There seemed to be a sound of cheering and cheering. Along with a "chichi" sound, the blood blended into the sword, leaving a dark red streak on the sword. Mark of.

An Le secretly felt that his mind seemed to have established an invisible connection with this sword.

"Walk!"

Wang Yansheng's eyes brightened, and his majestic and powerful spirit suddenly surged out.

Holding An Le in his arms, he flew towards the rippling blue waves of Jianchi Lake in an instant. In less than a breath, he was suspended above Jianchi Lake.

The Jianchi Lake below has clear water, reflecting the blue sky, like a silvery surge, containing a pool of sword energy!

"Tempering the sword is the key to increasing the toughness of the sword. Since ancient times, first-class swords have been the toughest things in the world and are indestructible."

"Back then, the ancestor of the founding sect of Jianchi Palace used the water of Jianchi Lake to temper a peerless first-class sword. The water in this Swordchi Lake has already been filled with sword energy."

"Sword quenching is not really quenching the sword with water, but quenching the sword with sword energy."

Wang Yansheng's clothes and sleeves were flying, and the silver threads in his sword hair were constantly floating.

Anle was suspended next to him, staring intently.

By the Sword Pond Lake, silhouettes of swordsmiths were flying over one after another, their faces full of excitement and anticipation.

Being able to witness the birth of a first-grade sword with your own eyes is a life of no regrets for a swordsmith.

Wan Jieliu was the craziest. He never expected that it would actually succeed. The teacher's big gamble, risking everything and putting all his hopes on this young man, would actually turn into a sword embryo.

He clenched his fists and stared at the two figures hanging in the middle of the lake, as well as the sword that seemed to attract everyone's attention.

Sword tempering and sharpening are very important for a sword.

Being strong is about the toughness of the sword, and the latter is about the sharpness of the sword!

This is the key to whether Yan Guichao can truly rise to the first rank!

The world seemed to become quiet at this moment, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the two figures on the Jianchi Lake.

Wang Yansheng handed over the sword. The tip of Yan Huichao's sword was perpendicular to the lake. He looked at Anle. Anle understood it and stretched out his hand to grasp the long and narrow hilt of the iron sword that had not yet been polished.

Hot meaning and surging sword intent surged out from the hilt of the sword.

Anle's complexion suddenly turned red.

However, most of the sword energy was blocked by Wang Yansheng.

"The sword energy contained in a first-grade sword is absolutely impressive. An excellent swordsmith must have strong enough cultivation. The purpose is not to kill and fight, but to suppress the sword energy."

Wang Yansheng couldn't help but smile and explained.

Then, he began to exert force slowly.

Together with Anle, he returned the hot swallow to its nest and stabbed it towards Jianchi Lake.

Boom!

The breeze on the lake instantly turned into a hurricane, swirling around like a sudden tornado!

In the calm Jianchi Lake, slight water waves suddenly appeared like dragon scales stacked up, like a giant dragon with scales standing up.

Tsk tsk tsk!

When the tip of Yan Guichao's sword was submerged into the Jianchi Lake, the cold lake water covered the sword tip in an instant. The color of Yan Guichao's sword tip immediately changed, and a flash of crystal clear bright red appeared.

After leaving the sword furnace, Yan returned to the nest. The sword body was originally black, but at this moment, it actually showed a red color, as if it was made from rubies, and it seemed that it was still in the sword furnace, being exposed to the earth's fairy fire. Burn.

The steaming heat instantly rolled over the lake.

Every ray of heat contains a ray of sharp sword energy! Full of sharpness that cuts everything!

The entire Jianchi Lake seemed to be boiling, heated by the heat in Yan Guichao's sword.

This sword energy made Anle's eyes shrink, as if he had turned into a lonely floating boat under the huge waves on the vast sea, and would be swallowed up by the huge waves at any time without a trace!

What kind of sword energy is this!

This Jianchi Lake...

It's like it turned into a terrifying sword!

"The water of Jianchi Lake has tempered countless swords, ranging from the ninth grade to the first grade. All the sword energy is contained in them. Swords tempered with the water of Jianchi Lake will naturally trigger each sword to be tempered in the Jianchi Lake. The sword energy of a refined sword.”

"For thousands of years, sword tempering has been tempered by the sword energy of Jianchi Lake. This is why every sword produced by Jianchi Palace is far superior to the swords made by swordsmiths from other forces in the world. reason."

"Because the swords from Jianchi Palace are produced after being tempered for thousands of times with sword energy of the same level!"

"This is also the foundation for Jianchi Palace to become the number one sword-making force in the world!"

Wang Yansheng said solemnly.

"Keep your nerves. The process of tempering the sword is also a process that tests the swordsmith. Once we collapse first, the sword will naturally collapse as well."

"Keep your mind close. I believe that with your relationship with the sword, you will be able to hold on and let Yan return to his nest and immerse himself in Jianchi Lake!"

Wang Yansheng has great expectations for Anle.

Now, the final step towards forging a first-grade sword has been taken, and there is no turning back.

Anle took a deep breath, the sword energy in the sword furnace was sonorous, and under the soul, the sword embryo of the Heart Sword exuded sword energy, keeping his mind tight.

boom! ! !

Countless sword energy surged.

With the combined efforts of the two, Yan returned to the nest and entered the lake another inch!

The sound of chi chi chi resounded endlessly, and countless clanging sounds of swords resounded between heaven and earth.

Water columns surged up on the Jianchi Lake, lifting up Anle, Wang Yansheng, and Yan Guichao who had pierced into the Jianchi Lake.

It's like a sword has choked a water dragon!

The water dragon opened its mouth and roared, trying to swallow the hot sword!

An Le and Wang Yansheng kept passing the sword, their energy and blood intertwined in their bodies, and their minds were dispersed, maintaining this strength and preventing the water dragon from dispersing the two of them.

However, this was just the beginning. Wang Yansheng still had the energy to take a look at Anle, and when he saw that Anle was bearing the impact and remained as still as a mountain, a look of admiration suddenly appeared on his face.

I have to admit that An Le is indeed a swordsman prodigy who can ring the sword bell thirty-six times. If he were an ordinary practitioner of the Five Realms, his energy and blood would have frozen and his soul would have fallen asleep in the face of such pressure from the sword.

But Anle is still at ease.

Wang Yansheng wanted to wait until Anle couldn't bear it any longer, and then help Anle complete the subsequent tempering.

Now it seems that Anle may want to hold on until the tempering of the sword is completed.

That’s naturally great!

Wang Yansheng was thinking like this, but he kept moving his hands. He raised his strength again, pushed the swallow into the water dragon's mouth, and inserted another inch!

Winter winter winter!

The entire surface of Jianchi Lake was constantly exploding with trickles of water, like one sword after another about to fly into the sky!

The world seemed to be silent at this moment.

The water on the lake jumped, as if a sword jumped out.

It was as if the thunder in the sky was used as a hammer, and the lake surface was used as a drum, beating down hard, causing a constant and resounding muffled sound!

Inch by inch, the sword enters the lake one foot.

You can see that countless lake water turned into sword light, impacting the sword body entering the lake, and the clanging sound resounded unconsciously, making Yan Guichao's tenacity gradually become thinner and sharper!

Tempering the sword is also an opening!

Anle's eyes narrowed. At this moment, he clearly felt the principle of Jianchihu's sword attack!

Polish the sword body with countless sword energy.

Sword Qi sharpens the sword to make it the sharpest in the world!

Wang Yansheng smiled: "The principle is very simple, but the process is not easy, and if you really want to fight for Qingshan, Chi Zhong's ordinary sword energy is definitely not enough. Just wait and see!"

After Wang Yansheng finished speaking, his energy and blood surged again!

The silver threads of the sword's hair flowed backwards into the sky, and at this moment, the thin body seemed to bulge like an ancient demon!

The power of holding the sword surged again!

Hand the sword another foot!

boom! ! !

In an instant, countless sword lights shot up into the sky in the Jianchi Lake, and the swords formed by countless water flows pointed upwards, facing the swallows returning to their nests.

And at the bottom of the lake, terrifying sword energy is growing bit by bit!

The world seemed to become dark at this moment.

The sky is covered with dusk clouds.

There seemed to be seven stars lighting up one by one at this moment!

Buzz!

Anle's eyes narrowed, and at this moment, there was a sword roar like a dragon's roar exploding in his ears!

He felt Yan Guichao's sword tremble slightly. It was a tremor of excitement, a tremor of fear, mixed with excitement!

It's like two tigers meeting in the mountains.

King versus king!

By the Jianchi Lake, everyone's sword was trembling, a trembling of submission, as if they were facing the pressure from a sword of extremely high rank.

Facing the king of the mountain, all beasts prostrated themselves!

The lake water split to the sides, as if it was cut by the sword energy and flowed into the waterfall.

It was as if a sword light that had been sealed for endless years rushed into the sky.

Seven stars lit up in the sky.

The Dragon King emerged from the abyss in the pool!

The first-class sword that had been sleeping for a long time, the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss!

Bang bang bang! ! !

The lake water kept exploding, and the entire lake surface could no longer return to calm. Countless sword energies intertwined, forming a sword energy storm!

Yan Guichao was trembling, the ink pool on Anle's waist was also trembling, and even Qingshan was trembling.

But the trembling of the three was different.

Yan Guichao was not convinced, Mo Chi was in awe, and Qingshan... was disdainful.

Wang Yansheng's beard and hair were flying, staring at the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss that was slowly floating up from the bottom of the sword pool. His face flushed, full of excitement and excitement!

The encounter between the ancient first-grade extreme sword and the newly cast first-grade extreme sword!

The collision between the old king and the new king!

If Yan Guichao wanted to upgrade to the first-grade extreme sword, he needed to borrow the sword energy of the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss to sharpen it. Only in this way could Yan Guichao truly be called a first-grade extreme sword!

If Yan Guichao was chopped to pieces by the sword energy, it would mean that the impact on the first-grade extreme sword failed.

"Continue!!!"

Wang Yansheng roared!

At this moment, purple thunder fell from the cloud dome and exploded everywhere on the lake, causing the lake to explode with raging waves!

The arc of lightning was sizzling, lingering around the body of the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss, like a heavenly fairy sword!

Wang Yansheng's arms bulged, his veins turned over like a dragon, and he slammed the sword down.

The sword sank another foot and five inches into the lake!

At this point, Yan Guichao was three feet and five inches into the lake, with only one inch left but it was difficult to enter the lake again!

Countless sword qi clanged and hit the sword body of Yan Guichao, and Wang Yansheng's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Anle was also holding the sword, and he could feel the remaining one inch, like a natural moat, blocking Yan Guichao's fall.

The sword seemed to be crying!

There were flying swallows lingering on the lake, spreading their wings and crying!

Anle gasped for breath, and only the surging sword qi collision at this moment was left in his eyes!

Looking at the one-inch sword body that was difficult to enter.

The green mountain on Anle's waist suddenly rose into the air, splitting the pressure formed by the sword qi, and subconsciously raised his hand and held the green mountain with his backhand.

A towering green mountain seemed to appear in front of him!

The green mountain roared.

Anle understood, and grabbed Qingshan with his backhand, and pulled Qingshan's hilt back fiercely, hitting the hilt against the hilt!

Collapse of the sword!

Winter!

The one-inch sword body that had been difficult to advance for a long time suddenly sank into the lake!

The sword bell struck thirty-six, and Yan Guichao was three feet and six inches long!

Yan Guichao was completely out of the hands of Wang Yansheng and Anle.

Escaped into the lake, the sword body was cold, and the sword energy was surging!

The sword energy in the Jianchi Lake was divided into two parts, half of which was the Seven Star Dragon Abyss and the other half was Yan Guichao!

So far, this newly cast first-class sword has truly become a sword!

The world.

Add another first-class sword!

Rumble!

Above the sky, there seemed to be a surging glow, and a hole was cut in the dusk clouds, and a thousand-foot-high light was projected, shining on Yan Guichao, as if the heavens were celebrating the birth of a peerless sword!

In the air, the water dragon that rolled up from the Jianchi Lake disappeared.

Wang Yansheng's face was full of satisfaction, grinning and laughing.

However, he did not stay for long. He looked at Anle deeply, took a step forward, and instantly swept away, appearing at the lakeside with sparkling eyes.

The next time belongs to Anle.

On Jianchi Lake.

Anle was naked, holding the bamboo sword Qingshan, with a wisp of sword energy entwined from his arm, and his eyes were fixed on Jianchi Lake.

The bottom of the lake.

An old figure smiled lightly, took off the sword at his waist, flicked his fingers and knocked

The sword whistled and swept up.

In an instant, Jianchi Lake was divided into another part.

The sword of the sword saint, Chengying sword rises!

Jianchi Lake divided the world into three parts, the tips of the three swords pointed upwards, the sword energy rose, and the light chilled the world!

Anle held Qingshan, his eyes sparkling, and the hand holding Qingshan seemed to be trembling slightly.

Chengying, Longyuan, Yan Guichao!

Three swords of the highest grade!

Please open the sword with Qingshan!

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