The days passed day by day, and the Shura Sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand bid farewell to the last summer after being tempered countless times.

At the critical moment of the Beginning of Autumn, the last process was finally completed. The moment the heavy sword came out of the furnace, the color of the sky changed, and billowing clouds of calamity swept over.

The expression of the entire Huangquan Village changed. Li Xiuyuan, who put away his Shura Sword, ran like a breeze towards the depths of Lingshan Mountain.

After the divine sword was released, he was afraid that something might happen while crossing the river of Wangchuan River, so he had to go deep into the mountains.

Before he could settle down, there was a rumble of lightning in the sky and struck his head and the Shura Sword.

Without any defense, he was immediately knocked to the ground, and the Shura Sword let out a clear cry that echoed across the heaven and earth.

I saw a purple flame running through the entire blade of the sword that was glowing with dark light. It was no different from the previous Shura sword.

It just became brighter, with an added soul-stirring pressure.

The heavy sword made a cry in the thunder, as if mocking the thunder in the sky: "I am the divine sword, how can you hurt me!"

Li Xiuyuan, who was eager to protect the sword, was unwilling to abandon the sword. He held the Shura Sword in his hand and endured the calamity thunder together.

The calamity thunder in the nine days was angered by one person and one sword. Two golden calamity thunders rumbled down and struck hard on one person and one sword.

However, the current Li Xiuyuan is the physical body after Nirvana. It is estimated that when he returns to Tianlei Lake, he will even be afraid of the divine thunder in the sky, let alone the tribulation thunder in Huangquan Village.

As the golden tribulation thunder struck the Shura Sword, a bolt of lightning flashed out, which combined with the two tribulation thunders falling from the sky, converged into a bolt of lightning that shot straight into the sky, rising into the sky.

Slashing above the thick calamity cloud, it instantly connected the sky and the earth, forming a shocking phenomenon that Li Xiuyuan had never seen before.

For a moment, the heaven and earth were moved.

The mountains and rivers roared, and Li Xiuyuan, who was knocked to the ground, smiled weakly: "You know you can't kill me, but you insist on torturing me again and again. Is it fun?"

Boom! His answer was that several tribulation thunders struck together.

Li Xiuyuan, who pointed his sword at the sky, was knocked down into the mountains again. However, a large crater was created in the hard hillside in an instant, and the hair that Li Xiuyuan had managed to grow out of his body was burned clean again.

Several thunders struck together, Li Xiuyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the Shura Sword shining with lightning in his hand and said with a smile: "From now on, you will be the divine sword in the world!"

After saying that, he slashed out with a sword!

Hidden dragon in the abyss!

I saw a dragon-shaped flame rising up in the wind, like a dragon breaking through the wind, slashing towards the calamity cloud in the sky!

However, someone above the Nine Heavens seemed too lazy to pay attention to him. He put away the calamity cloud and turned around, throwing down a colorful divine light to shine on one person and one sword. It was considered a gift from heaven!

I have no choice but to give him some small favors since I can't kill him.

Lying at the bottom of the huge pit struck by the Tribulation Thunder, Li Xiuyuan held the Shura Sword and quietly enjoyed the gift of this moment, with a smile on his lips.

Feeling the subtle changes in the Shura Sword bathed in the divine light, he gently stroked the sword and said with a smile: "If I can't kill you, you will be a legend in the world!"

The Shura Sword glowed with a faint light and let out a clear groan, as if in response to the young man who smelled of burning.

Holding the sword in his arms and leaving the back mountain, he touched his bare head with one hand, thinking that he had to wash up first before going back and have a good sleep.

Starting from tomorrow, I finally don’t have to forge swords anymore.

If the two women didn't come back, he would use the sword-making skills to practice his sword.

Returning to the yard, he put the Shura Sword back into the sword case, washed himself carefully with spring water, changed into a long black linen jacket, and returned to the yard to light the small stove on the table.

Unexpectedly, not only did he break through the limitations of his physical body on the Shura battlefield, but the Shura sword was recast again after coming to Huangquan Village, and finally evolved into the divine sword that the master said.

Qingluan and the woman in the white skirt left and didn't come back for several months. Although Li Xiuyuan could practice and cultivate his mind here, he was more anxious to return to the Shura battlefield.

Because he didn't know how long he had stayed here, let alone whether the two women could bring Bianhua back at this time. This was one of the conditions for him to recover his memory.

There are three other women who followed the Phoenix Spirit to the Great Dream Zeli to wait for him. It is not known whether the three women have completed their respective Nirvana.

The stove on the table was humming, interrupting his meditation.

He picked up the kettle and was about to drop it into the pot with the spiritual tea, when the voices of two women talking came from the door.

He ironed two more teacups, looked at the two girls who came in and said with a smile: "Tell me, you two, you can still find your way back!"

Qingluan looked at him and said: "It's hard for us to go out now. If I had known, I would have asked you to accompany my sister!"

As if dissatisfied with this trip, Qingluan sighed softly after sitting down.

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he asked in disbelief: "What's going on? Is it possible that you didn't meet the person you were looking for? It's been many years..."

In fact, what he wanted to say was that maybe that guy had already gone to reincarnation.

Put yourself in his shoes and think about it, if you were that guy, I'm afraid you can't wait to enter the next reincarnation, right?

Judging by time, that time happened to be the hundred years when I was on duty at the Wangchuan Bridge.

After drinking the forget-the-hundred soup that I cooked, how can I still remember the love in my previous life? If that were the case, Jiuyou would have become a mess.

Li Xiuyuan poured her a cup of hot tea, smiled lightly and said, "Drink tea."

The woman in the white dress sat down opposite him. Looking at this face that could never tell her age, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

She did not rush to talk about her trip to find Chang Ling Tea, but smiled slightly and said: "Where is the piece of magic iron I left for you? You won't leave it untouched, will you?"

In her opinion, after the two of them had spent several months and nearly half a year together, it was almost time to reforge a divine sword.

Li Xiuyuan nodded and smiled lightly: "You have been the hands-off shopkeeper for half a year, and I spent half a year refining the sacred iron left by my predecessor..."

"Have you successfully refined it?" Qingluan put down the tea cup in his hand and said anxiously: "Hurry up and show me your recast Prajna Sword!"

Li Xiuyuan smiled and took out the Shura Sword from the sword case.

Instead of putting it on the table, he handed it to the woman in the white dress in front of him and said, "It's a little heavy, senior, be careful!"

The woman in the white dress was stunned. How heavy could her heart be?

Even so, she still strengthened her wrist and took the Shura Sword from Li Xiuyuan.

Even though Li Xiuyuan had greeted him in advance, even though she was already on guard, the five hundred kilogram Shura sword still made her sink involuntarily.

He almost dropped the heavy sword in his hand to the ground.

She finally understood why Li Xiuyuan didn't give the sword directly to Qingluan, because she, Qingluan, couldn't catch it.

Taking a deep breath, the woman in the white dress gently touched the flames on the Shura sword and asked softly: "I didn't expect you to use it to make a sword... I'm afraid it took you a lot of effort.

Bar?"

The moment Qingluan took out the Shura Sword from Li Xiuyuan, he felt a breathtaking pressure coming towards him, making him almost breathless.

He instantly understood why this guy didn't hand the sword to him.

"Before you came, this sword had just come out of the furnace... After surviving the tribulation, I had just returned home to wash myself, and before I could drink the tea, you came back."

Li Xiuyuan touched his bald head and smiled bitterly: "Look, I just accompanied you through a disaster, and even the hair that has grown for half a year is gone."

The woman in the white dress looked at him and sighed, and said softly: "When the Divine Sword is born, the world will be intolerable!"

Qingluan thought for a while, gritted his teeth and asked, "Can I take a look?"

Upon hearing this, the woman in the white dress handed over the Shura Sword: "Be careful, it's very heavy!"

Qingluan took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to take the Shura Sword. Even though the woman in the white skirt told her seriously, she still didn't take it. Naturally, the woman in the white skirt picked it up and put it on the table.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them without saying anything, and just shook his head gently.

Qingluan didn't try to pick it up anymore, but stroked the sword and asked, "I'm afraid it weighs several hundred kilograms, right?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and smiled and said: "My previous sword weighed three hundred, and with the divine iron given by my senior, it should weigh five hundred kilograms now."

"A five-hundred-jin epee, I'm just afraid... if someone else's sword is facing you, I don't even dare to think about it!" Qingluan looked at him, covering his chest and said in a daze.

The sword hanging in her room weighs less than a hundred pounds.

The woman in the white dress looked at Li Xiuyuan and showed a strange smile: "So, you have already realized that a heavy weight is as light as a light sword?"

Li Xiuyuan did not answer her question face to face, but stretched out his hand and asked quietly: "Senior, where is the Flower of the Other Shore that I need?"

When Qingluan heard this, she closed her mouth tightly. At this moment, she even forgot about her depression.

After all, Li Xiuyuan has been waiting here for half a year.

The woman in the white dress saw the smile on his face getting thicker, and she sighed softly and said: "The name of the sword is Prajna, not bad... put it away first."

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he had no choice but to take the Shura Sword and put it into the sword box.

Then he looked at the two of them and said softly: "The name of the sword is Prajna, also known as Shura!"

"One sword with two names? That's a bit interesting... Prajna Shura Sword, does it take a lot of concentration to master such a divine sword?"

The woman in the white dress murmured: "We went and waited for a long time, but we couldn't wait for the flowers to bloom, so we had to come back... It will take hundreds of years for the flowers to bloom after these three thousand years."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned and couldn't help but asked: "So, didn't I come here in vain?"

When I think that I have wasted half a year here, if I don't get Bianhua, my hope of recovering my memory will be far away.

I sighed again and again in my heart, looking at the two women speechless for a while.

Qingluan didn't know the pros and cons, and didn't know how to comfort Li Xiuyuan, so he could only follow and worry.

Looking at the woman in the white dress, she asked: "Sister, is there really no other way?"

Baiqun Baizi looked at Li Xiuyuan's absent-minded look and Qingluan's anxious look, and couldn't help but shake her head gently.
To be continued...