If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

Now that he has recognized his master, the sword spirit Qingming's first-rank soldiers cannot be refined so easily.

But when Tuxian Heijin flew into the furnace together with the Junfu sword, a crisp sound rang out.

Standing where he was, Lu Jing watched as Tu Xian's black gold and Junfu sword melted into molten iron under the burning purple flame.

This sword has been hidden in the snow for a long time. At the time of spiritual tide, it is a famous sword that can cut off the master of the fairy tower in the sky.

After the spiritual tide, it was cut off the sharpness of the sword, and the sword spirit was also in a daze, and it was silent for decades.

Not long ago, when Lu Jing became its owner, Tu Xian Hei Jin was able to see the light of day again.

It's just that it is the sword of Emperor Chongtian, and the majesty of the Holy King has turned into a shackle to press on this sword spirit. The Holy King is the master of the Dafu artifact.

Tu Xian's black gold has not been broken, but it has lost its former glory.

A sword is like a person, if a person sees the day, how can he stay in the dark place forever?

In addition, the famous sword has a spirit...

Tuxian Heijin may sense the urgency of the new owner.

The west tower in the sky is about to come, but the sword named after the immortal is no longer able to accompany the new master to destroy the immortal who invaded the world.

Because of this, when the Tuxian black gold flew into the fire, a wisp of blue smoke drifted away.

The sword spirit in it also burned purple fire, gradually died out, and finally melted into the embryo of the sword.

On the ice peak.

An Ruolu's robe fluttered, and the giant hammer and iron sword in his hand complemented each other.

Cut off the iron sword to cut off eight hundred catties of Dongtu mountain essence, and cut off the three precious swords.

The billowing energy continued to flow in the furnace, and then became sharper and sharper.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The sound of heavy blows from the giant hammer continued to be heard, as if a god was beating a drum, as if a thunderbolt was thundering in the sky.

Hammer after hammer, sword after sword!

An Ruolu looked solemn and serious to the extreme.

The flames in that furnace were controlled by his sword-forging profound art, and every trace of flame was just right.

Every time the sledgehammer hits, it also hits a key point.

The sky was full of wind and clouds, and thunder appeared suddenly.

There was heavy fog again, and fire burst out.

In the study building, Mr. Guanqi stood in Mr. Jiu's calligraphy and ink study building, looking down at the pool of water that Mr. Jiu often used to wash his swords.

From the reflection in the pool water, he seemed to see something, and his expression became more and more peaceful.

Standing behind him, Mr. Jiu asked Mr. Guanqi: "If Lu Jing casts a sword, what doesn't the library give away?"

Mr. Guanqi shook his head: "It's already the limit of Anruolu, it's okay to add some ordinary treasures, but it's no longer critical.

I have prepared a jade pendant, so there is no need to rush it. "

Mr. Jiu nodded, looked at the pool of water, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect this young boy in the past to cause such a big battle now.

What's more, he didn't expect that besides Taixuanjing, it would become a place for making swords, and there would be another famous sword in the world. "

Mr. Guanqi's eyes sparkled, and he asked Mr. Jiu, "Do you think this sword can beat Luo Mingyue's toad soul?"

"Not counting the swords of Emperor Chongtian, King Dazhu and Mister Da, Toad Soul is the ninth in the world."

While thinking about it, Mr. Jiu said: "It's a pity that Luo Mingyue has become a slave of Mingyue, and she can't exert the power of toad soul due to her lack of sword light.

Emperor Chongtian also gave Luo Shubai the method of brewing swords, presumably the ultimate owner of that toad soul is still Luo Shubai.

But even so, Toad Soul is still ranked ninth in the world.

For a class of weapons, there is a huge gap between the top ten in the world, and Lu Jing's sword..."

Mr. Jiu said so.

Mr. Guanqi nodded and asked, "So you think Lu Jing's sword can't beat Toad Soul?"

Mr. Jiu shook his head suddenly: "I think Lu Jing's sword is better than Toad Soul!"

"Toad Soul is probably going to be squeezed to tenth place."

Mr. Guanqi smiled, he no longer looked at the pool of water, but looked up at the sky.

Vaguely, he saw a fairy falling from the sky.

Seeing a black sword energy falling from the void, it was Shang Min's magical sword light.

He also saw that Emperor Chongtian in Taixuan Palace had walked out of Taixian Palace, and was standing in the empty emperor's palace, frowning watching the scene of sword casting on Mount Mingsheng.

Apart from Emperor Chongtian, there were also countless gazes from the Taixuan Palace.

Even the powerhouses in the entire Taixuanjing have noticed that there are people making swords on Jiaoshen Mountain!

Seeing this magnificent scene, Mr. Guanqi felt more at ease.

Until he saw the place where the wind and rain gathered, someone sealed the cloud and came here in the form of a crane.

The smile on Mr. Guanqi's face grew wider.

"I think Lu Jing's sword is not just a ninth in the world."

...

Just as Mr. Jiu said, the Liu family is in the mansion.

Luo Mingyue, Nan Heyu, and Luo Shubaiju all stood in the courtyard, looking up.

Toad soul, Qianxiu water, and seven-foot jade tool are all silent at this moment, as if these three famous swords are waiting for something.

Seven days passed in a flash.

Ordinary blacksmiths forge swords, brewed with energy and blood, at least ten days for casting, as many as hundreds of refinements, and hundreds of refinements for thousands of refinements.

But now, because of the Tianlu Fire Seed, the Zihuo, and the sword maker is the famous Anweilu!

In seven days, many treasures were refined.

In the fire, a shining sword embryo has already taken shape.

An Ruolu's energy and blood had been exhausted. He sat cross-legged in front of the fire, his energy and blood were about to be exhausted, but his expression couldn't hide his excitement.

"Mr. Lu Jing, this sword has already become a sword embryo!

The famous sword is about to be born, and the final result is no longer in the hands of the craftsman. "

After An Ruolu said this, he stood up while swaying his body.

His eyes were filled with excitement, and he said with a smile: "Just with this embryo, this sword only needs to give birth to spirituality, and at least it will be the tenth place in the world."

Sun Boyuan strode over to support An Ruolu.

An weak deer couldn't hold on anymore, his body went limp.

Sun Boyuan looked at the sword in the fire with amazement in his eyes, and then congratulated his old friend.

"Brother An, your wish has been fulfilled, when the sword comes to life, your name will also be recorded forever.

I will pass it on for you. "

Lu Jing also approached and saluted An Ruolu.

Without saying a word, he straightened up and walked to the fire.

Before the fire, a long sword with a white hilt and a silver blade was absorbing vitality.

In that long sword, there seemed to be mixed with thunder, and also mixed with a sword light that calmed down the evil spirits in the world.

The sword light flashed, and turned into a might that crushed mountains.

That power is mixed with the murderous aura of Tu Xian, which is surprising.

Lu Jing looked at the sword embryo, and the sword embryo seemed to feel that Lu Jing was looking at it.

A ray of light appeared on the sword body again.

"Will be alive?"

Lu Jing was thinking in his heart, when suddenly there was a crane cry from Tian Tian.

Lu Jing seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look, but saw the drinker with a red wine gourd around his waist and the token of the demon order in the cloud and mist, looking down at him.

The white-haired Baili Qingfeng looked at Lu Jing, and a divine thought fell into Lu Jing's mind.

Lu Jing hadn't reacted yet.

Baili Qingfeng glanced at Taixuan Palace, and suddenly waved his sleeves.

The world has never changed, and there has been no storm.

There was only a flash of light.

Lu Jing looked at the long sword again, but saw a five-color light flowing from the sword.

An Ruolu who was not far away seemed to be aware of it, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said loudly: "Sword creatures are no longer sword embryos.

Mr. Lu Jing, since it is your sword, you still need to pour vitality into it, to shine the light of the stars, or pour blood into it to help the sword take shape! "

"From now on, you are the master of the sword, the master of the sword spirit!"

An Ruolu shouted loudly, followed by a series of coughing sounds.

Standing in the distance, Yu Zhuoxian faintly sensed that Lu Jing had a vague connection with this sword.

The sword has a spirit, knowing who is its master!

Zhong Yubai was a little excited.

The abbot of the Jokhang Temple, Zhao Qingyang, the abbot monk, Shenxiu...even An Ruolu who worshiped the Buddha.

Many generals, many ministers.

See the Seventh Prince and Shen Buyi in the Su Mansion, and Li Guanlong from the Shaozhu Kingdom on Wulong Street...

The two Duke's mansions, and even Jiang Baishi on Qingyun Street.

They were all waiting silently, waiting for Lu Jing to become the master of the famous sword, and also waiting for Sun Boyuan with golden eyes to set the ranking of this long sword.

Lu Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Without raising his head, he could feel that deep in the clouds, there was a tyrannical fairy in the sky looking down at him.

And Tian Que and the three stars in the sky are also ready to move.

"With this famous sword, plus those people who don't want to see me die under the robbery of Xilou in the sky, plus the library... I have a glimmer of hope."

Thinking of this, Lu Jing suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw starlight lingering in the void.

The dazzling starlight broke through the thick clouds and mist, fell straight down, and shone on the long sword.

Rumble!

Nanming suddenly appeared, and there was also a thunderclap.

Another Heavenly King Dharmakaya emerged to hold the long sword.

Taibai Jianguang, Fuguang Jianqi, and Fearless Sword Soul shone brilliantly.

The fate of the young sword armor is thus in operation.

Under the reflection of the primordial stars in the world, the thick and incomparable vitality turned into a long river, pouring into the sword continuously.

Luo Mingyue is a person who knows swords. After the battle of Lingchao, she fell into a realm, no longer a sword master, but she is still a great master of swordsmanship.

So when she saw this scene, she might as well hold the sword around her waist tightly.

"Five yuan stars.

Taibai Jianguang, the power of the heavenly king, the sharpness of the thunder, the vastness of the Kunpeng, and the inexhaustible vitality of the mysterious primordial star.

In addition, he has cultivated a sword soul, fearless and fearless.

Lu Jing's sword, even if it can't help him slay heaven and man.

Since then, there has been no opponent under the Eight Realms. "

"Invincible under the Eighth Realm?" Luo Shubai, Nan Heyu and even Liu, who had extraordinary knowledge, fell silent.

Without this sword, Lu Jing could cut the divine tower.

Now with this treasured sword, Lu Jing alone might be invincible to two or three divine towers and star palaces.

"I remember that this young sword armor is only eighteen years old?" Luo Mingyue asked suddenly.

Luo Shubai licked his pale lips, and said, "If you're not young, how can you be called a young sword armor?"

Everyone Liu also nodded.

At this moment, Luo Mingyue suddenly noticed something again, frowned and said: "No, although the five primordial stars are strong, and the Fearless Sword Soul is sharp, how can this sword spirit be so powerful?"

At this moment, the Toad Soul Sword that Luo Mingyue was grasping and ready to move became silent again at this moment.

Nan Heyu glanced at Toad Soul Famous Sword.

"The Toad Soul Sword's inspiration sensed the birth of the famous sword, which damaged its majesty. It wanted to fly out of the scabbard and break the sword embryo, but now it fell silent...

Because of……"

Sitting cross-legged in front of the flowers and plants, Master Liu's expression changed slightly.

"Then Lu Jing is writing?"

Before the long sword.

At some point, Lu Jing took out the mind-holding pen.

I saw his expression was solemn, and his body was full of righteousness.

A strong aura of grandeur is injected into the heart-holding pen.

At this moment, Lu Jing used awe-inspiring aura as ink, and his writing style was quietly triggered.

Words of vitality appeared in Lu Jing's pen.

"Try brushing your iron body like snow, and talk about killing Xilou with a sword!"

Talk about two lines of poetry, and the air of killing and cutting immediately spreads across the world!

The billowing arrogance suddenly poured into the sword light, showing a murderous spirit with infinite righteousness!

The long sword that was originally a silver light turned into a snow color.

The spirit of killing immortals left by Hei Jincai of Tu Xian instantly shone with dazzling brilliance.

This radiance rushed straight into the void.

The thunder and light criss-crossed, full of killing aura, and then turned into a raging sword aura to slash through the air.

In an instant, the eyes and spiritual thoughts flowing down from the sky were cut off by this radiant sword energy!

"Bold!"

"presumptuous!"

From the void, bursts of misty but full of furious roars flowed down, exploding in Invasion's ears.

Lu Jing was not afraid at all, he took a step with his head held high, and stretched out his right hand to hold the white hilt of the long sword.

The five-color streamer on the hilt is fleeting.

"Lu Jing holds this sword and stands in the world, waiting for all the immortals to come and kill me!"

Holding the long sword in his hand, Lu Jing opened his mouth slowly.

There was no anger in his voice, just profound calm.

And the same is true of the sword in his hand.

Lightning, Five Colors, Killing, Prestige...

All kinds of everything disappeared without a trace.

The long sword was long and slender, with a cold light, and the white long sword was paired with Lu Jing's white robe.

The young man in white clothes holds a long sword, as if he has an unrivaled romance.

All the strong who saw this scene knew it.

Lu Jing forged this long sword in order to kill all the West Towers in the sky!

But in that line of his poem, with a fearless spirit, he loudly declared war on the West Tower in the sky.

In the mortal world, the sword-wielding man is not afraid of the gods in the sky.

"respectable!"

Ji Yuanzhi stood up, nodded and said, "At first, I still felt sorry for my Yan Luo phalanx, but now it seems that if Lu Jing survives this calamity, Yan Luo's phalanx may not be worthy of Lu Jing."

There was also appreciation in Fu Wudao's eyes, he laughed and said: "It seems that I have too much prejudice against Taixuanjing.

I never expected that such a hero would be born in Taixuanjing today! "

...

An Ruolu regained some strength, and stared blankly at the sword in Lu Jing's hand.

It was not until some time passed that he took another breath and said loudly, "Mr. Lu Jing, did you ever name this sword?"

Lu Jing turned his head to look at An Ruolu, and said with a smile: "Sir, you helped me get this kind of sword, Lu Jing still has a catastrophe, I don't know if he can repay you in the future.

Why don't you name this sword by Mr. "

Sun Boyuan glanced at An Ruolu with some envy.

An weak deer was stunned at first, but then there was more joy in his eyes.

After rejoicing, he shook his head.

"Sir, I came to forge swords to repay the kindness of others, you don't have to repay me.

Borrowing the power of the master, I forged such a precious sword, but I want to repay the master.

What's more, Mr. is the master of the sword, and the name sword has a spirit. I am afraid that the sword spirit will not like it if I name him. "

Lu Jing looked down at the sword in his hand, and thought of the West Tower in the sky again.

"It's better not to have a name for this sword. I still have a catastrophe to pass, so I named it. If this sword is used for the first time, I will die in that catastrophe. It is inevitable that this sword will also be in shackles.

That being the case, let's call it Shaxilou first, only as a name, not a name.

Wait until I kill the West Tower, and then name it! "

"Just a title, not a name?" An Ruolu said sincerely, "Mr. is a sword lover."

As he said this, he turned his head and asked the storyteller beside him in a low voice: "Brother Boyuan, where does this sword... rank in your eyes?"

Sun Boyuan's eyes were full of mystery, and he said, "Guess!"

An Ruolu excitedly said: "Ninth?"

Sun Boyuan said without hesitation, "It's too low."