Luo Ming is not alone here. All the top craftsmen of Luojian Mountain Villa are here to fight their masters. They instigate the bellows, wait for the response, and add the parts in a skilled manner at the most precise time. The casting of each part has been completed before today, and the only thing that is missing is to integrate them into the sword body completely.
In the extreme heat, lying flat on the iron felt is a great sword of intricate design. About a palm of a hand, and nearly five feet long, the sword is made of a strange alloy that combines four rare materials, and it has now taken shape. The sword is in the shape of a dragon's head and swallowing its mouth, and the hilt is simple, but it is a rare ancient clumsy on this sword.
The sword gallbladder has already been placed, and this is the time to practice the ancient remnant page theory.
"Not enough..."
Luo Ming's eyes were red, and the hammer in his hand was flying. In his mouth, he still couldn't help muttering: "Not enough... or not enough..." The slowness of the tone and the swiftness of the thunder in the hands formed a strong and strange contrast.
"It's still not enough!"
The speed of the hammer in his hand is getting faster and faster, but Luo Ming is more dissatisfied. Finally, under his hard blow, the hammer in his hand made a thunderous noise, and the handle of the hammer broke. It is best not to stop when forging, especially the design of this sword is exquisite and complicated.
"Patriarch, how about using this?"
The great craftsman stretched out his hand and pointed to the epee Yugong that Yu Feiyuan lent to Luo Ming.
Luo Ming didn't say a word, took Yu Gong into his hand, raised it high, and struck down flat with the sword body! Yugong's sword is thick, and it is no less than a hammer to strike.
"It works, continue!"
Maybe Luo Ming didn't even notice that Yugong's surface was covered with a layer of scarlet blood. The craftsmen beside him were all astonished. Only Luo Ming had nothing else to do, and continued to exert pressure on the sword with one sword at a time, knocking the Qijin covering it into pieces.
- almost done, almost done...
As if in an instant, he returned to the ancient city of Nie Yao ten years ago.
He was still facing the unstoppable power of heaven and earth. All he can do is one sword, another sword, covering his heart and blood on it. He's going to tell.
Even he didn't notice that there were faint dragon marks on the sword that kept adding Qijin. Luo Ming's last sword fell like a dragon roar!
"It's done, Kenshin!"
A master craftsman brought a wooden box. The natural red sandalwood has the effect of suppressing evil, and the master craftsman was here, holding the wooden box in his hand, he still felt that the blood was congealed and it was difficult to move. You can see the evil spirit of the hidden objects here.
Luo Ming took it and took out a broken arrow. The surface of this broken arrow is frosted, and the word 'Dragon Royal' can be vaguely seen on the dark arrow. There is an edge that cannot be concealed.
Luo Ming stared at Feng Di, still dispelling the heat from his body with a mysterious ice cold. He silently unscrewed the hilt of the unfinished Divine Sword, and there was an arrow hidden in it.
"You were raised from the land of the Son of Heaven, and you were born to slaughter dragons..."
Press the blade into the hilt of the sword and throw it into the bottom of the huge furnace.
"From now on your name is - Diyuan Longtu."
Refining God cast the cauldron, and suddenly broke out the largest flame spray in the history of the Luo family!
Chapter 124 Di Yuan quenches the blood
"Hurry up."
Shen Yiren urged the men behind her who couldn't keep up with her pace, looking at Lian Shen Zhu Ding very anxiously. It's been a long time since Ming Fei really fell, and he doesn't know if he's dead or alive.
Now the emperor has been rescued safely by Yu Feiyuan and Elder Shou. The Luo family's disciples were also firmly suppressed. As soon as the battle situation in the arena prevailed, Shen Yiren immediately brought someone to rescue. The martial arts of the few people behind her was no big deal. But there is one thing in common. These three people are proficient in soft ropes, soft whips and other soft weapons.
The fire of the cauldron cast by the refining god comes from the center of the earth, and it has the reputation of burning the city with a huge fire. Gold and iron placed under the tripod can be melted, and it is even more impossible for a person to stand. These three people could only rescue Ming Feizhen from the tripod wall by relying on a weapon such as a soft rope.
However, unexpectedly, a huge pillar of fire suddenly spewed out of the heart of the cauldron and the cauldron, and thousands of flames erupted from this center.
"Not true!"
Shen Yiren stood on the spot in a lost soul, seeing the monstrous flames engulfing the scene in front of him. The twisting phenomenon around it shows how terrible the heat is. Such a pillar of fire, gold and iron can't stay, how about a living person
This is not the first time that Ming Feizhen is in danger of dying. The last time was in the palace, when he duel with Fuxiang and pretended to be hit by Fuxiang 17 times in a row. That time, Shen Yiren was furious and rushed to the crown, and immediately flew to the stage and vowed to kill Fuxiang to avenge him. The anger of the mood is no less than the tricks on the sword.
This time is different.
For some reason, when Shen Yiren saw that the pillar of fire ignited, his heart was suddenly empty. As if at this moment, the whole person's blood was cold. She bit her blue lips and folded her arms involuntarily. At this moment, she felt cold.
"He... dead? How... no, no. He can't die."
The eyes on the bloodless pretty face forcibly regained her composure. Shen Yiren stretched out his legs and was about to run forward, but his heart trembled.
It seemed that the sword edge was directly touching his heart, and a sudden and fierce aura instantly grabbed the girl's attention. To force her out of her grief in an almost savage raw form.
It's not just her, all the warriors in the field have this feeling. Pores all over the body opened, and cold sweat flowed.
It was an uneasy feeling that seemed to have ten thousand ants gnawing at the heart,
This strange feeling occurs only when biological instincts are threatened. Something, something inside the Divine Refinement Casting Cauldron, threatened everyone's life with a fierce to sharp grandeur.
"Is this..."
After the grand blast of flames, the Refining God Casting Cauldron returned to stability and gradually became silent. Strangely, the two sides who were fighting also fell into this silent atmosphere and stopped their hands unconsciously.
As if all the voices were absorbed by something in Ding's heart, the big arena that had been fighting and shouting became silent, no one spoke, and no one moved.
It was as if they had been immobilized, and all their activities were brought to a standstill.
But when everything was silent, a fixed voice came to their ears again.
tread.
tread.
tread.
Whose footsteps were that. Slow and heavy, it was walking step by step.
The sound got closer and closer, and finally reached the door of the casting room.
The footsteps did not stop, and the door showed no sign of being pushed open.
Instead, there are two clear 'hiss' and 'hiss' sounds like the sound of gold scissors cutting paper neatly. Then I saw that the door was four-pointed, and it fell to the ground like waste paper.
The door was made of iron, but in his hands it was no different from tissue paper.
When Luo Ming reappeared in front of people with a sword, he instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Just the silence has found the answer. All eyes, uncontrollably, focused on the great sword in Luo Ming's hand.
White smoke still curled up on this newly-launched sword, and the heat was still extremely high. Although the dull blade is wide, there are sharp edges on both sides. Compared with Yu Gong, who is also a great sword, but is superior in both weight and length, it is obvious that this sword pays more attention to the sharpness of the armor. The mouth of the mouth is cast into a dragon's mouth. The dragon-shaped casting is not dignified, on the contrary, it reveals a kind of ferocity and wildness, which is lifelike. One can't help but wonder if the forge master has actually seen such a dragon.
Since the sword came to the scene, the strong feeling of unease has gradually become stronger, and the heartbeat speed has become more and more intense. In order to escape from this discomfort, people couldn't help but want to kneel and bow down.
"not enough."
This is the first sentence Luo Ming said, and the iron edge flashed. The sword qi swirled like a wind, and twenty or so heads rose into the sky. Before today, Luo Ming needed a long time to accumulate strength to do such a sword. Introduced by Guizangjian. Potential can not be so flat a sword has such power.