when! when!
The dull knocking sound is depressing.
The blazing fire was flickering and rising, and the color of the flame was blue and purple. It should have been extremely high temperature, but unexpectedly exuded a coldness like freezing the soul.
A Shen Xiong with a broad back facing the direction of the door, kept beating a long blue sword in the flames.
The blue-purple flame was beating, and with every strike, a layer of cold ice flakes appeared on the icy sword, the flame fluctuated outwards, and the surrounding things were coated with a layer of blue. ice.
The forging room, which should have been extremely hot, was covered with solid blue ice like a freezer.
Even every time the forger's muscles trembled, layers of ice were peeled off from his body, and the ice under his feet had accumulated up to his waist, completely sealing his lower body in solid ice.
The blacksmith was tall and thin, but muscular. He held the sword in his left hand and tossed it like magic. The ice-blue sword rolled and rolled in the cold fire. Like a spirit snake struggling and screaming in the ice, every time the sword returned to the big anvil, the big hammer in his right hand hit the sword impartially, hitting it from different angles every time, accurately and quickly .
It was a precious sword, to be precise, it was a divine sword. The sword body is simple and beautiful, and a strange flashing blue light keeps flowing in the sword body, dazzling the eyes.
Unfortunately, this sword also has its imperfections.
Six inches and one foot and three inches from the tip of the sword, the body of the sword broke into three pieces.
What can break such a magic weapon is of course not a mortal thing.
Just like the person who can use such a divine sword is by no means a mortal.
This sword is named "Qingshuang".
One of the two great swords of Fengyi Pavilion.
The person who forged the sword, named "Cold Dragon" Lu Weishuang, was originally the owner of the Qingshuang Sword, the highest rank enshrined in Fengyi Pavilion, a member of the Nine Dragon Palace, ranked ninth.
He is the youngest, the most tempered, and his martial arts are already a half-step myth, and the strongest enemy in his life is Lin Nanxuan, the current lord of Lingyun Palace.
At this time, with the knocking of the forger, only a shallow fine line remained at the neatly broken place, and even this fine line disappeared slowly under the constant beating.
Zhuo Huifan watched him forging the sword intently. The whole process was full of strange power and rhythm, and it was so mysterious and touching, but even so, the ridicule in her heart couldn't be stopped, and finally turned into an unconscious sneer at the corner of her mouth.
Kowloon Palace
Lu Weishuang.
So what if your martial arts are world-class, why don't you follow my Fengyi Pavilion's orders and do things for me Zhuo Huifan
No matter how hard she begged and promised conditions before, these unrivaled warriors who see through the world of mortals and pursue the way of heaven have always treated her honestly, and especially did not give her the face of Fengyi Pavilion Master, but what about now
It was just a child playing with a knife and breaking the "Qingshuang" Excalibur, so Lu Weishuang, a peerless master, couldn't bear it, and finally decided to go out to avenge his beloved sword.
Hmph, these brainless things can be used by Fengyi Pavilion for a hundred years, but now as long as they are willing to go out of the mountain and fall into that world of flowers, how can they not listen to her orders
When, when, when...
The knocking sound suddenly became rapid, and the cold air suddenly became a thousand times colder. Even with Zhuo Huifan Guixujing's late cultivation base, he couldn't control it for a while, and his body trembled unnaturally.
The cold stopped suddenly.
The blacksmith suddenly stopped all movements and raised his sword high.
The body of the sword has a brilliant blue light, not only the broken part has been fully restored, but also the appearance is more like a layer of blue mercury, the blue light flows continuously like a lake, and gradually disappears with the aura, returning to the original appearance of the sword—divine, but less spirituality.
Lu Weishuang let out a long laugh, and turned around slowly, revealing a cold and slightly slender face, staring at Zhuo Huifan with unusually cold eyes, and said coldly: "Did you see it? My 'Green Frost Sword' has an aloof personality God, only people with the same temperament will be recognized as masters by it, and only then can it display its strength. If you let Song Bieli, that idiot who serves as a slave to others, take it, my 'Qingshuang' would rather be folded than Use it!"
"Sure enough, Lord Nine Dragons is the master of the Excalibur, and none of us can match him."
Zhuo Huifan's eyes showed joy and admiration, which made Lu Weishuang very proud, and then said: "Of course. Pavilion Master Zhuo, have you seen this sword before?"
Then I didn't see how he moved, but the "green frost" in his hand suddenly brightened, like a blue sun, emitting a dazzling light, and at the same time, there was an overwhelming cold air, and the air temperature suddenly dropped to absolute zero.
Zhuo Huifan turned pale with fright, and took a step back unconsciously, but she was not allowed to make any movements, and her whole body was frozen, not only could she not move her body, but her true energy would also be stagnant.
How can it be
Zhuo Huifan couldn't help being shocked.
She never imagined that the Cyan Frost Sword, which had been appraised in her hands for decades, would have such awe-inspiring power.
That Lu Weishuang didn't move a finger, just by releasing the cold air in the sword, she couldn't move such a master, and let her be a mermaid.
Hahaha…
Lu Weishuang's cold and arrogant laughter filled the space.
Before Zhuo Huifan moved to resist the cold, the brilliance of Lu Weishuang's Qingshuang sword faded away, and the coldness on Zhuo Huifan's body suddenly disappeared. Not only that, but also the surrounding ice and snow scene returned to the sword body at a speed visible to the naked eye , as if the cold air in the sky was absorbed by the Excalibur.
In fact, it is true.
With the Qingshuang sword as the medium, Lu Weishuang has achieved the unity of man and the world, freely controlling the cold air through the sword body, and changing the climate of the world with a single movement.
I don't know how far Weishuang can expand this icy air.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Huifan felt even more uneasy.
If such a character is not well controlled, I am afraid that he will hurt himself eight thousand times.
However, she firmly believed in her ability to control people's hearts. As soon as the coldness receded, she immediately stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Congratulations to Duke Jiulong for repairing the Qingshuang Excalibur!"
Lu Weishuang's long face was frozen instantly, and he snorted coldly, "Zhuo Huifan, are you guilty?"
Zhuo Huifan was taken aback for a moment, and then a burst of anger welled up in his heart. It was always her who punished others, when was she reprimanded face to face? But when he changed his mind about his purpose, he swallowed his anger and said, "This junior is guilty."
"You understand people." Lu Weishuang narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "I was regarded as the master by Qingshuangjian back then, and Fengyi Pavilion made an exception to accept me as an enshrinement and gave me great support. The Pavilion is grateful, especially for granting the right to use the Qingshuang Sword. The Qingshuang Sword was not returned to the Fengyi Pavilion until you moved into the "Fenglong Palace". But Qingshuang is such a sword, how dare you give it to others so easily? Without the Divine Sword Acknowledging the master and using it at will has already violated the ancestral precepts of Fengyi Pavilion, so you are not afraid that our 'Nine Dragon Palace' Huitong Fengyi Pavilion elders will abolish you as the pavilion master?"
Hearing these words, Zhuo Huifan's complexion changed immediately, his forehead was sweating, he bowed to the end, and said urgently: "Your plead guilty, please senior hold your hands high and forgive Hui Fan's mistakes."
Seeing the head of the world's largest supernatural sect bowing his knees so humble, Lu Weishuang couldn't help but smile triumphantly, and said triumphantly, "Forget about this time! Don't do it again next time!"
"The younger generation leads the order."
Lu Weishuang looked proud, but Zhuo Huifan was so angry that his teeth itch.
"Choke"!
Green frost into the sheath.
Lu Weishuang said grimly: "Sansheng Island? The Supreme Heavenly Sword? The old bald donkey Moyun actually made this sword. It's a pity that you made it at the wrong time, and you should never cut off my sword Qing Frost!"
"That ignorant kid from Zhandong actually provoked both senior and Nalan Chengji at the same time, I'm afraid this time is running out!" Zhuo Huifan said with a chuckle.
Nalan Chengji!
Lu Weishuang smiled coldly, showing disdain.
"There is no one in the world, yet rats from outside the territory came to my Central Plains to run rampant..."
Lu Weishuang sighed, and said lightly: "Go down the mountain. If I want to meet the heroes of the world, I will also see those old friends I haven't seen for many years..."
"yes!"
Zhuo Hui Sanskrit's tone was calm, but his heart was already agitated.
…
Wangxianlou is not just a brothel.
It is a place of high entertainment.
So there is no rejection of female guests here.
In one of the private rooms, there was a soft sigh, and a woman said softly: "Sister Lingqing, why are you doing this?"
Zhongli Lingqing's face, which was so delicate even without makeup, was already covered with peach blossoms in the rain, and handkerchiefs were soaked from crying.
Her father was imprisoned by Fengyi Pavilion and was about to be executed. How could she not be sad as a daughter, so she tried her best to sneak into Luodu City.
"Sister Jiang, I don't care, I don't care, if I can't save my father this time, I won't live!" Zhong Lilingqing's eyes were red, and she pulled Jiang Feiran's goose-yellow clothes, "Isn't Fengyi Pavilion going to be in public this time?" Do you want to kill my father? That’s great, just kill me together, and let the people of the world see how their Fengyi Pavilion’s method is to kill grass and roots!"
"Speaking stupid!" Jiang Feiran was in a hurry, twisted Zhongli Lingqing severely, and lowered his voice: "Don't worry, our Lingyun Palace is prepared this time, not only us, but also the Jiangnan court. And I definitely won't let my confidant general die just like that, otherwise, this blow to the Jiangnan court will be intensified, especially the prestige."
Jiang Feiran said affirmatively, but he was at a loss in his heart.
Thinking of Jiang Shuihan's expressionless face, I feel uncertain for a while.
The young man's mind was too deep, and it was difficult to see what he was thinking.
Zhongli Lingqing nodded ignorantly, and Jiang Feiran couldn't help wiping her tears distressedly, and comforted her: "Don't worry, my sister will save Uncle whatever she says, and my master also agreed to do it."
"What?" Zhongli Lingqing immediately pulled himself together from his grief, "Is Senior Lin Nanxuan willing to take action? That's great. The Mistress of Lingyun Palace is willing to take action. My father will definitely be saved."
Seeing Zhongli Lingqing's unrestrained joy, Jiang Feiran couldn't help but smile wryly.
Feeling guilty, Jiang Feiran slowly turned his head, looking at the chaotic and noisy courtyard outside the window, he couldn't help praying secretly, hoping everything would come true.
At this time, a figure who was clearly preoccupied walked past the window, and that somewhat familiar face not only made Jiang Feiran stunned.
What is he
While breathing, Jiang Feiran stood up suddenly, and rushed out quickly.
"Huh? Sister..."
Zhongli Lingqing yelled out loud, then stopped abruptly, and covered her mouth with some fear.
My sister said that she was surrounded by enemies here, so she couldn't expose Xingzang.