Chapter 4751

The so-called Kendo and the so-called sword meaning are all illusory, and only the media can carry them.

The blade itself is a medium, and divine power, virtual power, and even more mysterious derivative power are the ways to carry and visualize.

But now this scene really shocked the unparalleled sword.

These sword meanings have no will of the master, no way of guidance, and only the blade itself, which finally acts as a medium.

But they were actually refined and embodied into drops of silver white water.

At the same time, these sword water drops fell from the sky into the abyss that day.

Due to the extremely hot temperature, the magma here is a strange purplish red.

Even the real core temperature of the sun can never be compared with the purple red magma. It's too hot.

These rain like sword ideas did not drip into the magma after falling, but seemed to be connected by something and gathered together.

Until then, jianwushuang found that under the abyss of the natural graben, there was a furnace tripod in the middle of the surging magma.

This statue seems to be in the burning furnace tripod, as if it is refining to create a brilliant day, and thousands of strands of gold overflow from the tightly fitting furnace tripod.

Those sword ideas like water drops were all led into the furnace tripod.

At the same time, there was a body with a height of ten thousand feet, which attracted the unparalleled eyes of the sword.

I saw that on one side of the furnace tripod, it was ten thousand feet high, and its upper body was fine and bare. Holding a hammer, it fell on a red sword embryo without any emotion, and sparks overflowed.

Such a shocking picture makes the sword unparalleled have a feeling of blood boiling.

There is no complex and subtle meaning of kendo, but pure iron and fire.

The sword caster needs great perseverance and insight to forge a sword that seizes the Qi of heaven and earth.

The blending of iron and fire is the most breathtaking.

He cried two or three times in a row before the sword came back to his senses.

"Brother Jian, watch closely together?" The little emperor smiled.

Repressing his inner agitation, jianwushuang said slowly, "OK."

Two Yan immortals fell into the abyss.

The figure holding a hammer and more than ten thousand feet high did not feel the red sword embryo wholeheartedly when outsiders came here.

Stepping on the earth floating on the magma like a lone boat, jianwushuang felt that the derivative force outside the body began to burn.

"Beichun, I'm coming." The little emperor opened his mouth in a loud voice and showed a smile in his eyes.

After the ten thousand feet tall body hit the sword embryo with a heavy hammer, he stopped the mechanical swing hammer, and then turned his face and looked over.

A black cheek stained with scrap iron can hardly tell where the facial features are.

However, next, jianwushuang saw a row of bright big teeth.

"Brother Yan."

The little emperor smiled, "I thought you were stupid, but you still remember me."

Ten thousand feet tall, between several breaths, reduced to normal height, and then ran forward quickly.

His upper body was fine and bare, and his muscular skin was full of Flowing Clouds and water lines, which looked mysterious and profound.

"Brother Yan, why do you have the time to come here? I remember it wasn't long before you came here." The body with flowing clouds and water lines scratched his head and said.

The little emperor said helplessly, "it's been a year since I came to see you last time. This time it's a feast in heaven."

"After another Chinese year, I don't feel much," the figure smacked his mouth. "I don't know when my master will come back."

"You'll be back soon. Just wait." The little emperor picked his eyebrows and smiled. Then he put his palm on jianmatchless's shoulder, "let me introduce you, brother jianmatchless."

"Ding Beichun." The black face also grinned and arched his hand.

One of the unparalleled smiles of the sword. Deep in my heart, I feel that the guy with big white teeth in front of me is not as difficult to touch as I imagined.

Looking at the churning sea of fire magma around, the little emperor said, "Beichun has been in China for several years. It's time for you to go out and travel. After all, you've been here alone for too long."

Reaching out to wipe the iron filings on his face, the young man named Ding Beichun said, "I'm not ready to leave until master comes to pick me up. Now I'm just concentrating on casting a sword and a scabbard for the master."

Jianwushuang was slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, Ding Beichun only wanted to forge a scabbard.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help asking, "the materials and sword meaning refined in the furnace tripod are all prepared for casting the scabbard?"

Ding Beichun nodded, "yes, these things are not worthy of my master. I'll just make these things into scabbards and give them to my master."

Jian Wushuang opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. There was a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth.

Ding Beichun's words are really shocking. There are so many supreme sword meanings that they are only suitable for casting scabbard

The little emperor was also a natural expression, which confirmed that what Ding Beichun said was true.

"By the way, Beichun, I have one thing to ask for this time," said the little emperor. "Brother Jian has a broken sword. Can you repair and forge it?"

Ding Beichun did not hesitate, "naturally, can you let me see the broken situation?"

Sword matchless nodded, and then pulled out the Tarot divine sword around his waist.

The sword body came out of the scabbard and sent out a clear sound. Although the sword body had been broken from the middle, it did not affect the sharpness of Chongxiao.

Ding Beichun's eyes suddenly lit up, took the broken Tarot divine sword, looked through it carefully, and then said, "it's incredible that such a good real sword still contains great luck."

The sword is matchless. He nodded in his heart. It seems that Ding Beichun is a real sword casting master. He can keenly detect the luck in the Tai Luo divine sword at the first time.

As one of the seven Jidao ancestral soldiers in the divine power universe, the Tailuo divine sword naturally contains extremely terrible Qi luck.

This is why the Tarot divine sword is broken, and the unparalleled sword is still worn around. There are too many mysterious things such as Qi and luck, which can deepen the understanding when sitting.

"How, can it be completely repaired?" The little emperor inquired.

Holding the Tarot magic sword tightly, Ding Beichun couldn't help nodding, "absolutely. Being able to repair such a real sword is another feeling for casting a sword for me."

The little emperor nodded, "then I'll give it to you. If the repair is not good, I'll ask you."