"Not good! Dongfang!"

Sitting on the bench, Bu Jingyun, who originally looked indifferent and kept strangers away, suddenly changed his expression.

Then he got up without hesitation and ran towards the sword-making pond.

The true energy that exploded in that moment was like a black cloud that swept across the sky in an instant like a traceless black cloud carried by the wind.

His speed is probably not much worse than Nie Feng, who is famous for his light kung fu.

Since arriving at Baijian Villa, Bu Jingyun has been negotiating with the owner of the place.

After everything was settled, apart from occasionally visiting Dongfang, he spent the rest of his time practicing Holy Spirit Swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship passed down from the East is extremely exquisite. If he wants to seek revenge from Xiongba, he must continue to practice and master it.

And he must take revenge. Even if the world collapses, he must kill the tyrant.

Not only for Kong Ci, but also for the lives of more than a hundred people in Huojiazhuang, and for Huo Butian, the first stepfather who was unconditionally good to him.

This is the reason why he has been nowhere to be seen these days.

But at this moment, he felt the huge changes in the sky and the roar of thunder. Even his cold heart started to beat wildly and he was worried.

In the face of this mighty power of heaven and earth, it is absolutely impossible for flesh and blood to compete.

How could he not be worried about Dongfang.

"Bu Shaoxia!"

Seeing Bu Jingyun go away, Aotian exclaimed loudly.

If you want to talk about a peerless sword, I was conceived and raised in the sword-raising pond more than ten years ago. The edge of the sword-making pond is not a peerless sword.

But before he finished speaking, all the heroes in the courtyard stood up and rushed towards the sword-making pool.

Above the sky, the small sword the size of a palm is extremely sharp.

It was so shocking that even God rained down thunder, let alone them.

I am afraid that everyone in their hearts believed that it was an unparalleled sword.

"hateful!"

Aotian was furious. The sword appreciation meeting that he had hosted so well was completely out of the limelight.

As long as the best sword comes out tomorrow, I can hold the best sword and dominate the martial arts world, but I never thought that such a thing would happen.

Especially for the past month or so, the sword-making pool has been completely closed, and even he, the young owner of the village, doesn't know what happened there.

Aotian held his head high, with a strong sense of arrogance. When he stepped down, people immediately flew up to him.

After taking Blood Bodhi and the Sword Demon Master's Pulse-Breaking Sword Qi, his current strength is already comparable to the masters of the older generation.

At this moment, he used Qing Kung, and in just a moment, he caught up with everyone and arrived in front of the sword-making pool.

The Sword Casting Pond was built in the crater of a volcano, surrounded by rocks, like a huge cave.

Apart from the open roof of the cave, there is only one entrance from the outside.

The cave's stone wall is extremely high, and even a person with extremely high qinggong skills would find it difficult to use the stone wall that goes straight up and down to enter from the top of the mountain.

"Crash..."

Dressed in shabby clothes and with chaotic footsteps, dozens of people in the group arrived at the entrance of the sword-making pool.

These people include the major gangs in the south of the Yangtze River, as well as Duan Lang, the leader of the Duantian Gang who has recently emerged!

Among them was Jian Chen, who was dressed in white and had an upright attitude, holding a heroic sword.

As soon as the group arrived at the entrance of the sword-making pool, they found two figures guarding the entrance, it was the sword slave Wen Nu and the sword-making master Zhong Mei.

"Everyone! There are guests here who are forging swords. If you want to get a peerless sword, please go to the sword raising pool with the young master."

"The peerless sword is being nurtured in the sword breeding pool. Just waiting for the sword festival tomorrow, you can bet on the edge of the peerless sword!"

Zhong Mei stood up and blocked the entrance of the cave, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Even he didn't expect that after a month of Dongfang Fairy's strange forging method, it would actually attract thunder from the sky.

Especially the edge of the sword is so sharp that even the best swords cannot compete with it.

It was simply beyond his imagination.

During these days, he also wanted to secretly learn Eastern sword-making techniques, but no matter how he learned it, it was extremely difficult to draw runes with real energy.

What's more, using runes to temper the sword body is unheard of.

Even he couldn't understand the secret.

What's more, he couldn't even understand the meaning expressed in those runes.

Even if you want to take a closer look at those runes, you will feel a splitting headache and feel exhausted.

He had no idea that Dongfang had spent a long time comprehending those runes with the help of the system.

Nor can I fully understand its meaning.

Nowadays, even his powerful spiritual consciousness can only describe thirty extremely simple runes a day before he is exhausted.

What's more, they are people who don't even know what spiritual consciousness is.

"It turns out to be Master Zhongmei. I wonder who made the sword? Such a sharp sword cannot be called a peerless sword?"

"Or is it that the Sword Worship Villa invites us to come, but we have to keep it to ourselves?"

A middle-aged man walked out of the crowd, with a beard and twinkling eyes, constantly looking into the sword-making pool.

Being here, they can feel the unparalleled sharpness even more, as if the heaven and earth can pierce through.

Who wouldn't want to take a look at such a sword, or take it for themselves?

"It turns out to be Gang Leader Du Yedu of the Giant Whale Gang!"

Zhongmei slightly cupped his hands and said: "It's not that the broom is precious, but that the guest inside doesn't want others to disturb it!"

The Giant Whale Gang, which dominates the south of the Yangtze River, has defected to the Tianxiahui in its early years, running rampant on the sea and rivers, and is extremely powerful.

It was only after the Jiangnan subsidence happened that people with justice broke away from Tianxiahui on the pretext of killing demons.

He and Duan Lang, the Duan Tian Gang who later gained power, took over Jiangnan.

They can't afford to offend them at Jianjian Villa.

"Since we can't enter, why can that boy named Bu get in again?"

Du Ye's voice was not cold, but as soon as he said this, dozens of people here looked at Zhong Mei.

Even Duan Lang frowned because he could smell a very familiar fragrance in his nose.

They once stayed together in the other courtyard in the lower reaches of the Minjiang River for a month, and they even passed on their unique skills, allowing him to dominate the south of the Yangtze River now.

Thinking of that month of getting along, Duanlang felt a burning sensation in his heart.

How could he not want to see Dongfang after being away for several months?

"That young master met the swordsmith customer..."

Before Zhong Mei finished speaking, Aotian, who had arrived in a hurry, interrupted directly: "Zhong Mei, give way, I want to see who is disturbing my important affairs at Jianjian Villa!"

Following that arrogant voice, Aotian didn't care at all and walked directly towards the sword-making pool.

The sword slave Wen Nu was about to stop him, but was directly knocked away by Aotian's energy.

Seeing this, the others hesitated and followed Aotian directly, rushing towards the inside of the sword-making pool.

"Hey! What should we do?"

Zhong Mei's expression changed drastically, and he was unable to stop him at all, let alone when facing the young master of Sword Worship Villa.

I could only follow him quickly.

And the moment everyone stepped into the sword-making pool, they saw a girl wearing a blue dress sitting in the sky.

In front of him was the shockingly sharp dagger floating in the air.

It was a sapphire-like dagger, integrated and pure and agile, with an edge that could tear the heaven and the earth apart, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

Especially the blade of the dagger seemed to have just been bathed in thunder and lightning, and there were traces of lightning flashing.

Shining with a colorful divine light.

With just one glance, everyone knew that this was a unique and unique little sword.

"What a beautiful sword!"
Chapter completed!