Because the texture of the cold iron in Beihai is special, it cannot be smelted with earth fire. After discussing with Lin Qianjun, the three swordsman decided to use sword force to forge and shape the shape with pounding.

This method is the fastest and most likely to succeed at present.

After the three sword-casting masters and Lin Qianjun drew the drawings, they began to work.

The first one to go up was Xia Lie.

He is only over 120 years old and looks like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He is young among the three sword-casting masters, and his cultivation has reached the peak of a great swordsman. His body has a strong sword power and should have the strongest endurance.

He waved a heavy hammer made of a hundred-forged black iron in his hand, and the jingling sound resounded. While beating the cold iron rhythmically, he used his own sword power to shape it.

After persisting for three hours, Xia Lie stepped back. His hands were already red with cold. The cold iron of the North Sea was too heavy, and even if it was protected by sword power, it would be useless.

"I have to take a break and see you." Xia Lie trembled with his hands and retreated to the ground fire furnace that had retreated aside to start resting.

"Let me leave it next." Zhuang Tong nodded, stepped forward and picked up the heavy black iron hammer, and walked to the forging platform.

The ding-dangling sound rang again, and two hours later, Zhuang Tong also retreated.

His sword power has been exhausted, and because of his old age and weak body, his performance is even worse than Xia Lie at this time.

Zhuang Tong didn't say a word, and went straight to Xia Lie to sit cross-legged and started to recover from taking medicine.

Seeing this, Mou Qiulian picked up the heavy hammer and began to step forward to beat Han Tie.

Mou Qiulian is three points older than Zhuang Tong. She is now over 180 years old, and her body of qi and blood have been declining to the extreme. It can be said that she was swallowed by loess and could not fall down anytime and anywhere.

But even so, when she saw that she could cast the divine sword, she still participated without hesitation.

At this time, Mou Qiulian was showing Lin Qianjun her forging skills.

All three of them knew that this time the main force would be Lin Qianjun, so they would let Lin Qianjun be the third one.

It is to interpret all his skills to Lin Qianjun to let him learn in this process.

One hour later, Mou Qiulian smashed the last hammer, put down the heavy hammer of the black iron in her hand, and directly spit out a mouthful of cold mist.

Lin Qianjun stepped forward and said, "Grandma Mou!!"

"It's okay, did you understand everything just now?" Mou Qiulian suppressed her discomfort and waved her hand to Lin Qianjun.

"The students have already written down all the students." Lin Qianjun nodded.

"Then I'll leave it to you next." Mou Qiulian nodded and said.

After saying that, she also staggered towards the furnace of earth fire.

Seeing this, Lin Qianjun couldn't help but sigh.

Mou Qiulian spit out the cold mist just now, obviously because of the coldness of the cold iron that hurt her lungs. With Mou Qiulian's current age and physique, this time the sword casting will probably become a masterpiece.

Lin Qianjun has no right to stop this. After all, if it were him, he would be willing to put his last life into the work that has dedicated his life to the lifelong work.

Lin Qianjun set his eyes on the cold iron, stepped forward quickly, and directly reached out to grab the heavy hammer made of the hundred-forged black iron.

As soon as he started, Lin Qianjun's sword power surged in his body and finally picked it up.

This heavy hammer is constantly cast by generations of sword-casting masters from Sword Casting Villa. In terms of weight alone, it has reached more than 400 kilograms.

Moreover, its quality has reached the red quality. If it were not for casting the magic sword, it would definitely not be invited.

At this time, the heavy hammer had been experiencing three people, and they beat the cold iron for more than five hours, and were almost completely eroded by the coldness.

Lin Qianjun could feel the coldness coming from his arms when he held it in his hand.

This is because his physique is well tempered and his body is strong in his qi and blood. Otherwise, if an ordinary person would be able to hold the heavy hammer, the tendons and veins of his entire arm would be frozen.

Lin Qianjun looked at the Beihai Han Tie in front of him, and his sword intent surged in his body, and he suddenly waved the heavy hammer in his hand and smashed it down.

When ~!

With a hammer, Lin Qianjun's sword power was absorbed by him, and the form of the cold iron in the North Sea also changed slightly.

Change to the form of the magic sword that was intended to be cast in advance.

Lin Qianjun secretly praised in his heart that it is worthy of being the best red material. Once this thing is shaped and engraved, a magic sword will definitely be stable.

Thinking of this, Lin Qianjun's pounding speed began to gradually increase.

His pounding skills were quite exquisite, and every point of his strength was used to the extreme. In his hands, the cold iron began to have a visible change in his naked eyes.

Seeing this, the three sword-casters by the furnace in the distance looked at each other and all showed complicated smiles.

They were amazed by Lin Qianjun's talent, but they couldn't help feeling a little jealous.

After all, they are all human beings, and their talent is to ask God for food, while Lin Qianjun is like God chasing him and feeding him. He will stuff him into his mouth if he doesn't eat, and he will force him to stuff him if he can't stuff him.

The jingling sounds in the sword-casting hall never stopped. Lin Qianjun hit it with a hammer and kept hitting it for twelve hours before he stopped in Xia Lie's strong dissuasion and made an exchange.

His sword power was consumed at this time but less than 20%. As for the cold iron, his physique could be completely ignored. In other words, Lin Qianjun would not have any problems with fighting for another three days and three nights.

However, the three sword-casting masters did not want Lin Qianjun to overdraw here. They were worried that Lin Qianjun would exhaust his potential here and would break the road ahead in the future.

So even if Lin Qianjun wants to continue, they will not agree.

Lin Qianjun thought about it and asked that the task requirement was to complete the casting together. If it was done by himself, it would not meet the task requirements, so he simply did not show off his personal heroism.

When changing shifts, Lin Qianjun was also continuing to practice.

He had a very high understanding. When he forged cold iron, he accidentally understood the method of using sword force to transform the cold iron. At this time, there was another extremely cold sword force in the sword force characteristics in his body.

During the subsequent forging process, he was able to even begin to absorb the coldness of cold iron and practice.

Time passed like this for more than a month.

The cold iron has already thickened into a sword shape. It looks like a three-foot long sword model, with ice blue all over the body, and the sword body emits a faint blue fluorescence. Countless cold mists spilled from the sword, looking extraordinary.

On that day, Lin Qianjun was halfway through the beat, and the red-quality heavy hammer suddenly cracked a crack with a "click".

"It is severely eroded by the cold iron. I'm afraid it will not be used at most for half a month." Zhuang Tong directly sentenced the heavy hammer to death.

"Can we succeed in half a month?" Xia Lie said in confusion.

"We must succeed!" Mou Qiulian said.

Then, the three old sword-casting masters and Lin Qianjun began to forge the cold iron even harder.

Before, they would take some time to rest, but now they are basically forging cold iron in addition to recovering.

In fact, the time was shorter than Zhuang Tong's estimated. Only after ten days, the 134th crack broke on the heavy hammer, and then it completely shattered into countless pieces of fragments.

Looking at the fragments all over the ground, the four of them felt a little caught off guard.

"How much is still missing?" Xia Lie asked.

"It will take at least ten days of forging to maximize the nature of cold iron. Otherwise, even if you give it a spirit, you may not be able to become a divine sword!" Mou Qiulian said.

"It seems that the next step is to force the sword force." Zhuang Tongdao.

As he said that, all three of them looked at Lin Qianjun.

They all knew that Lin Qianjun must be the one who wanted to completely shape the cold iron into a sword form in a short period of time.

Because only he knows how to forge swords and has a strong and exaggerated sword power.

"I have no problem, don't worry, all three teachers." Lin Qianjun said.

"Qianjun, it's the teacher who is sorry for you!" Zhuang Tong couldn't help but say guilt when he saw Lin Qianjun's sensibility.

Xia Lie and Mou Qiulian also showed emotion.

They were old and died when they died. It was really unspeakable to ask Lin Qianjun, a teenager like him to come with them to overdraw their future.

Losing the black iron heavy hammer, the four of them could only use sword power to force the cold iron to shape the body.

This is undoubtedly much more difficult than before.

A large amount of sword power was inputted to cold iron, and the shape was slowly changed with special techniques.

The efficiency is much slower than before. If Lin Qianjun's sword power had not been strong enough to make Zhuang Tong and others unable to understand, and could maintain the output of super power, I'm afraid that everyone would have been desperate because of this.

Time passed, and it had been three months since Lin Qianjun and his friends began to cast their swords.

At this time, the court sent an envoy to ask Zhujian Villa to offer three divine swords to the court and lend them to the court to fight against the rebellion.

Of course, it was said to be borrowed, but in fact it was still a robbery.

And it is said that after you get the magic sword, you will be cunning and dead, and you will be cooked by a lackey.

Xie Xifeng had expected this a long time ago.

Whether you give the sword or not, the court will definitely not let the sword-making villa go as big as a piece of fat meat.

After all, the court has come to an end now.

The great sword sect in the imperial court is about to die, and everyone can see their plans very clearly.

That is to seize the world's magic sword and sword skills secrets while he is still alive, and cut off the possibility of powerful swordsmen appearing to continue his rule.

As the most conspicuous place, how could Zhujian Villa be let go?

Faced with the request from the envoy, Xie Xifeng made a sword, leaving a sword mark containing the sword intent on his forehead.

This is his attitude.

The Divine Sword is from the Zhujian Villa, so he will never give it to the court.

This was obviously expected by the court.

The next day, three thousand Divine Sword Army came to Yukun and surrounded the sword-making villa.

In Shuangjiang City, there are also Divine Sword Army, which will eliminate the forces representing Zhujian Villa one by one and kill them all.

If you have any doubts, no matter the elderly, weak, women and children, they are not spared.
Chapter completed!