If You Can't Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified Chapter 358

Chapter 358 Trial brushing the iron body as snow-colored, chatting about killing Xilou with a sword

Already recognized the master, the sword spirit Qingming's first-rank soldier could not be refined so easily.

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

Lu Jing stood where he was, watching under the burning purple flames, Tuxian Heijin and Junfu Sword melted into molten iron.

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

After the spirit tide, it was cut off the sharpness of the blade, 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. The majesty of the holy king has turned into a shackle and pressed on this sword spirit. The holy king is the master of the great artifact.

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

A sword is like a man. If a man sees the day, how can he stay in the dark place forever?

Plus the famous sword has spirit...

Tuxian Heijin may sense the urgency of the new owner.

The west tower in the sky is about to come down, 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 green 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!

The sound of heavy blows from the giant hammer continued to be heard, as if a **** 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 the furnace were controlled by his sword-forging profound art, and every trace of flame was just right.

Every time the sledgehammer falls, it also hits the 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, he seemed to see something, and his expression became more and more peaceful.

Mr. Jiu stood behind him and 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 the weak deer, and it's okay to add some ordinary treasures, but it's no longer critical.

I 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.

I didn't even expect that outside of Taixuanjing, it would become a place where swords were made, 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, Dazhuwang and Mr. Da, Toad Soul is the ninth in the world."

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

Emperor Chongtian also bestowed on Luo Shubai the method of brewing a sword, presumably the ultimate owner of that toad soul is also 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 magic sword light.

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

In addition to Emperor Chongtian, there were also countless gazes from the Taixuan Palace.

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

Mr. Guanqi felt more relieved when he saw this magnificent scene.

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."

As Mr. Jiu said, everyone in Liu's house.

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

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

The seven days are fleeting.

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

But now, because of the Tianlu fire seed, the purple fire, and the sword maker is the famous Anweilu!

In seven days, many treasures were refined.

In the furnace 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 could not hide his excitement.

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

The famous sword is about to come to life, but the final result is beyond the control 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, "It's just that with this embryo, this sword only needs to give birth to spirituality, and at least it will be the tenth in the world."

Sun Boyuan came striding over to support An Ruolu.

An Ruolu 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.

He didn't say much, straightened up and walked to the fire.

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

The long sword 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 the power to crush the mountains.

That power is mixed with the murderous spirit 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 again.

"Are you going to live?"

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 in the cloud and mist with a red wine gourd around his waist and the token of the demon order, 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 hasn'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.

Only a flash of light is fleeting.

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

An weak deer not far away seems to have sensed it, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said loudly: "The sword is a living being, and it is no longer a sword embryo.

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

"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.

Yu Zhuoxian was standing in the distance, faintly aware that there was a vague connection between Lu Jing and this sword.

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

Zhong Yubai was a little excited.

Jokhang Temple host, Zhao Qingyang, abbot monk, Shenxiu...even An Ruolu who worshiped 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...

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

They were all waiting silently, waiting for Lu Jing to become the famous master of the 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.

He didn't even raise his head, but 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 about to move.

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

Lu Jing thought about this, and suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw starlight lingering in the void.

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

Boom!

Nan Ming suddenly appeared, and there was also thunder.

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 in operation.

Under the reflection of the primordial star 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 already 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 is no opponent under the Eight Realms. "

"Invincible under the Eight Realms?" Luo Shubai, Nan Heyu, and even the knowledgeable Liu were all silent.

Before this sword, Lu Jing could cut the divine tower.

Now that he has this sword, Lu Jing alone is afraid that he can be the enemy of two or three divine towers and star palaces.

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

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

Liu everyone 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?"

The Toad Soul Sword that was held by Luo Mingyue, which was about to move, fell silent again at this moment.

Nan Heyu glanced at Toad Soul Sword.

"Toad Soul Sword was inspired by 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 has fallen 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.

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

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

Infused with the heart-holding pen, the rich air of grandeur.

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

The words of vitality appeared in Lu Jing's pen.

"Try brushing the iron body as white as snow, and talk about killing Xilou with a sword!"

Talk about two lines of poetry, and the air of killing and killing immediately spreads between heaven and earth!

Rolling arrogance suddenly poured into the sword light, showing a killing spirit with infinite righteousness!

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

The Immortal Slaying spirit left behind by Hei Jincai of Tuxian instantly shone with dazzling brilliance.

This radiance rushed straight into the void.

Lightning of thunder criss-crossed, full of killing aura, and then turned into 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 of the sword is fleeting.

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

Lu Jing held the long sword in his hand and opened his mouth slowly.

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

And the sword in his hand is the same.

Lightning, Five Colors, Killing, Prestige...

All kinds of things disappeared without a trace.

The long sword was long and slender, with a cold light. 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 buildings in the sky!

And his poem, with a fearless spirit, loudly declared war on the West Tower in the sky.

He who wields a sword in the mortal world is not afraid of all 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."

Fu Wudao also had appreciation in his 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 Taixuan Jingzhong today! "

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

It wasn't 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, and Lu Jing still has a catastrophe, I don't know if he can repay it in the future.

Why not name this sword by Mr. "

Sun Boyuan glanced at An Ruolu with some envy.

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

After being overjoyed, he shook his head.

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

By taking advantage of Mr.'s power, I forged such a precious sword, but I want to repay Mr.

What's more, Mr. is the master of the sword, the famous 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. I named him. If this sword is the first battle, I will die in that disaster. It is inevitable that this sword will also be in shackles.

Since this is 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! "

"Only make a name, not a name?" An Ruolu said sincerely: "Mr. is a person who loves swords."

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 low."

(end of this chapter)

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