The falling "Storm Pear Blossom Sword" directly destroys the formation that imprisons the evil spirits.

The resentful evil was forced to retreat by the Qing Guangjian, who appeared first, and retreated again and again.

The monk seemed to be extremely afraid of the Qingguang Sword, and roared, "You want me to hold on for a few more rounds", constantly avoiding the slash of the sword light.

The sword shadow of the Qingguang Sword seemed to be aiming at forcing the resentful evil spirits to move in a purposeful manner.

Before he knew it, he left the gambling house and fled far away.

"Why is the direction of the sword furnace?" Cao Guangxiao followed closely, waved his hand and signaled the soul-suppressing commander not to care about the sword on the ground, and to restrain the soul as his primary purpose.

Chen Feng ran behind Cao Guangxiao, wondering where to ask.

...

Kyoto.

Sword furnace.

It's not a stove for making swords.

It is a force that forged famous swords.

The owner of the furnace was Duan Qi'an, a famous sword-making master in Dashun. He was nicknamed Prince Zhan, which shows his status in the sword-making process.

Under the sword furnace, the inscribed formation.

The ground fire is splattering, but the surrounding environment is not hot.

On the contrary, the flames are blue and the cold flames are clear, just like the ghost fire in the underworld.

It is said that the founder of the sword furnace is a first-class sword master. He once had an adventure and was regarded as his master by a Yangyu.

This yang fish can spit out yin fire and can better regulate the balance of yin and yang.

This earth fire is the squirting of its breath.

As for whether it is, no one can judge.

Anyway, the famous swords that the sword furnace is proud of are forged under this earth fire formation.

Tonight.

Duan Qi'an is forging a peerless magic weapon that can exist as a weapon to protect the country.

If it is done, the status of the sword furnace will rise to another level.

Because this divine weapon is poor in the world, King Nai'an commissioned it to create it and present it to his father as a gift for his sixty years old.

Duan Qian doesn’t care if he has no status and money.

Being able to forge a magic weapon that is unprecedented and unparalleled, and surpass the achievements of the ancestors is the pursuit of a swordsman for a lifetime.

In front of Duan Qi'an was a giant sword burning with a finished style.

Even in the dark blue fire, this giant sword is still full of colorful flowing, with a powerful sword energy.

Unfortunately, a weapon of this level is not yet extraordinary and cannot be considered a magic weapon.

"It's been half a year, half a year, why, why the sword spirit born is savage, when can I create the world's number one sword?" He looked crazy, shaking his head with his head in his arms, and walked around anxiously.

His hair was disheveled, and because he had not been taken care of for a long time, he had become dirty and dreadlocks with strands.

His eyes were red, and he was obviously tired with sleepy eyes, but he was very excited and irritable.

"Yin fire is too strong, Yang fire is too weak, and the balance is not enough."

A sound that was neither anxious nor slow was heard behind Duan Qi'an.

He turned around suddenly, stared at the bloody red eyes, and grabbed the collar of the person who was talking without hesitation, "Why not enough, why not enough? If not enough, you can use the Yin-Yang Tao. If not enough, you can steal the Yanghuo of the stupid fish. Aren't you a digging maker? Ah, is the Supreme Master? Ahhh, steal it for me."

This servant is the leader of the digger who ran away from the dry well.

He was wearing a black robe and a mask, revealing only his gloomy eyes and pale arms.

He pried open Duan Qi'an's hand bit by bit, and his tone was still like that of the underworld. "The Yin fish under the coffin and the Yang fish under the sword furnace are a pair. If I use the Yin and Yang path, and Yin and Yang are attracted, do you still want this sword furnace? Yang fire is not just it. Think about it carefully."

"Yes, yes, yang fire, yang fire, ah, fire, fire," Duan Qi'an loosened the collar of the servant and kept muttering.

"Add the medicine and tips, hurry up, add it to me." Duan Qi'an roared and shouted, dancing and talking, squatting on the ground, crying with depression, and jumping up and clapping his hands and laughing, and he was like a nervous person.

When a disciple of the sword furnace heard the sound, he showed bitterness from afar and pushed each other.

"you go."

"I am senior brother, I won't go."

"You are junior sister, who will you go if you don't?"

"Whoever loves to go, I won't go anyway."

"Where have people died?" Duan Qi'an's roar sounded again, accompanied by a sword light, which directly penetrated the body of a sword furnace disciple.

The disciple's eyes trembled, covered his chest, fell to the ground, dying with his eyes open.

The remaining disciples were silent and dared not argue again. They opened the cage behind them, pressed out the living people who were blinded and cut off their tongues.

It has been used to sacrifice swords with living people since ancient times.

However, this Dashunchao sword furnace is even better.

To cool down the sword, to use human blood, to temper the sword, to use human flesh, to open the sword's edge, to use human heart, and to forge the sword spirit.

It is called "Forging a sword for the country and dying to the point of death."

Oh, such a sword forging master.

Oh, such a sword furnace for the King of Swords.

The monsters in Qingfeng Tower sell their hearts and the demon market sell their flesh. After all, it is just waste materials that this sword furnace looks down upon.

The disciples of the Sword Furnace dragged and pulled the living people, but they were silent and did not dare to take a breath.

The living people struggled, twisted, unable to see, unable to speak, and felt a premonition that something was wrong, ahhh roared and cried, and covered their shirts with blood and tears.

Duan Qi'an danced and sang, as he was pushed into the stove and burned into a human-shaped Naruto.

His eyes were so excited that his saliva drooled and his lips were dripping, "Not enough, not enough, more Yang fire, more more."

Haha, in his eyes, human life is just a pile of firewood, not enough to add more.

More and more living people were pushed into the stove until the entire cage became empty.

Only the long dark red blood stains dragged from the cage to the stove seemed to indicate that there was a group of living people here who could not control their own destiny.

"It's not enough, it's not enough." Duan Qi'an's eyes were red and he stared at the fire and turned around, "Put some more yang fire and add some more fierce fire."

"No...no, Master." The master of Jianlu was so brave that as soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and did not dare to look up at Duan Qi'an, who was already in a mad mood. He wanted to slap himself in his heart, and his brain was cramped, so what to say.

"Aren't you? Ah, you, you, you, and you, are all firewood." Duan Qi'an grabbed the eldest disciple's neck, and with a click, he broke his spine and threw his body into the stove.

The remaining disciples were so scared that their bodies were as sieve as sieve. They didn't care about the relationship between master and disciple and left their swords to escape.

Duan Qi'an shouted, "It's all Yanghuo", laughed wildly, chasing the disciples running around, and kicking them into the stove one by one.

It's so ironic that the wage quoter becomes the torch.

The giant sword of the stove suddenly rose, and the yang fire was strong.

The servant was beside him, and the yin and yang reminded him, "The yang fire is too strong, and the yin fire is weak and will not be replenished, and the balance is broken again."

"Yinhuo, Yinhuo." Duan Qi'an held his head, grabbed a handful of hair, bit his fingers suddenly, and dripped on the ground.

The dark blue earth fire suddenly jumped, and the formation flowed.

The sluggish red koi, the size of a palm, was dragged out of the ground by the streaming light in the formation.

"Destroy my true body and imprison my soul, you...Puff..." The koi said something and said with a puff. Duan Qi'an grabbed the fish's gills and squeezed its body with both hands.

"Yinhuo, I want Yinhuo." Duan Qi'an ignored it, and the blue veins in his hand burst out, squeezed out several drops of blue liquid from the mouth of the koi.

This yang fish and yin fire are actually the essence of its natal life.

"The balance of yin and yang is finally OK, it's OK." Duan Qi'an attracted the blue liquid and his eyes were so excited that his eyes bulged into goldfish's eyes.

Before he could put down the sluggish yang fish.

There was only a muffled sound.
Chapter completed!