The guard of the Sword Tomb, the blacksmith. His strength is unpredictable, and the sect leader must show courtesy.

He has no name or surname, and has been guarding the Sword Sect's forbidden area, the Sword Tomb, for as long as he can remember.

The mission given to him by his former teacher was to protect the Sword Tomb forever, even if the Sword Sect was destroyed one day.

Life here is boring, so in addition to practicing, he just blacksmiths, week after week, day after day. It is also because of this that he has achieved such tyrannical strength. Even if he is half a step into the divine vein realm, he may have underestimated him.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the current sect leader would not dare to resist directly with the power of the blacksmith's sword.

But he didn't expect Feng Mian to take over. Although he looked quite embarrassed, the scary thing was that he didn't use his spiritual power. To be precise, he couldn't use his spiritual power now.

After one strike, Feng Mian did take the sword. But he was also stained at the same time.

The blue scales on the arms, wrists, and backs of the hands were actually dissipated by the sword energy and kept falling off.

Above Tianling, the phantom of the green dragon behind him is gradually becoming illusory.

"Boy, are you sure you still have the strength to take the second sword? I admit that you have some abilities, but there is an essential difference between perseverance and seeking death. Why do you want the sword pill so desperately?"

The blacksmith was about to launch his second sword directly, but at the critical moment, he stopped his attack.

Driven by curiosity, the blacksmith decided to ask. Feng Mian was not weak, so it would be a pity to die without knowing. But even so, the blacksmith didn't think he could really withstand the power of the three swords.

"Senior, I won't bother you with this matter. I have my own plans. If I don't get the sword pill, my cultivation may stop here. Therefore, the Chunyang Sword Pill is very important to me. Why don't you ask senior to show mercy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blacksmith stomped his feet and stepped back a distance.

The long sword in his hand was swung slowly, and a sword wheel appeared in front of him.

"Since you are so stubborn, I don't mind having another dead soul in my hands."

The sword wheel spreads, and the sword energy spreads vertically and horizontally.

A flash of light flashed in the blacksmith's eyes, and he muttered something. The sword wheel quickly turned into a huge sword energy, which went straight towards Feng Mian. In the middle, the sword energy suddenly stopped, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

It was not that Feng Mian had done nothing. He endured the burning pain in the meridians in his body, and the impact of the air waves in his spiritual consciousness awakened the power of the Xuanwu Divine Veins, and his whole body was immediately covered with a Xuanwu Tortoise Shell for defense.

"One sword moves horizontally and vertically!"

"Xuanjia Shield!"

The blacksmith slashed down with his sword, and the sword energy spread across the sky. The air waves stirred up layer by layer, causing huge fluctuations in the sky. The sword light dispersed, and it was powerful enough to split the Sword Sect in two.

Almost at the same time, Feng Mian maximized the power of the black armor shield.

The collision between the sword energy and the shield force caused the phantom of the black tortoise shell behind Feng Mian to flicker, and he was forced to bear it down.

Poof!

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Feng Mian stared at the blacksmith and raised a smile.

The palms of both hands changed, lifting up the figure little by little, and the two forces canceled each other out.

His arms trembled, Feng Mian gritted his teeth, enduring the erosion of the sword energy, and the blood in his body almost completely boiled. The tyrannical power of the soul seemed to be awakened instantly, and then the transparent chain on the pillar of control trembled.

On the black tortoise shell, a blood-red chain was wrapped around it, slowly rotating.

A red light flashed in Feng Mian's eyes, and he resisted the impact of the sword energy.

"Break it for me!"

Bang! Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and both sides quickly stepped back at the same time. Feng Mian even directly

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Half-kneeling on the ground, he spurted out blood again. His face was pale, and the aura in his body was completely disordered, making it difficult to control it.

Looking forward, the blacksmith's expression was also ugly. However, in comparison, he did not suffer any injuries on the surface, but the long sword in his hand was broken into pieces one by one, and then turned into fly ash.

"You...you can actually...can shatter my sword? Boy, what kind of monster are you!"

The power of the Xuanwu Divine Vein, coupled with the God-Binding Chain that Feng Mian used in desperation, and the power of the soul pushed to the extreme, so the two forces collided, and under the backlash, the long sword shattered.

"Senior...it's hard to control your strength in a duel. I'm sorry for giving in."

Reluctantly standing up, Feng Mian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand: "Come on, there is another sword!"

Staggering forward, Feng Mian still faced the blacksmith head-on, showing a smile.

There is no hostility between the two parties, at least Feng Mian thinks so. There is just an agreement between them. One party is responsible for protecting Chunyang Jianwan, while the other party insists on getting the sword ball for himself and important people.

"You...you want to continue? Are you a monster? Are you really not afraid of death?"

The blacksmith was really shocked. Judging from Feng Mian's current situation, it was impossible to use the black armor shield again. But he still had some strength left. If this sword was used with full force, Feng Mian would definitely die.

"Afraid of death? Of course I am! But we must do what we say. I need Chunyang Jianwan, so I must not miss this opportunity, otherwise I will stop moving forward."

Opening his hands, Feng Mian slowly closed his eyes: "Senior, come on!"

The blacksmith finally smiled, and there was appreciation in his eyes.

"Okay, if that's the case, then I'll make it happen for you!"

The two fingers came together, the sword energy rose, and a transparent sword light burst out. In a flash, it reached Feng Mian's eyebrows!

The expected result did not appear. The blacksmith pointed at Feng Mian's eyebrows. He only felt a majestic energy pouring into his body, and a mysterious sword technique also appeared in his mind.

The warm breath poured into every part of his body, penetrated into his meridians, and kept traveling.

Feng Mian was seen rising slowly under this energy. All the spiritual swords in the sword tomb began to surge, surrounding the blacksmith and Feng Mian, forming an independent aura that was difficult for ordinary people to approach.

A shadow flashed, and in the space of the imperial pillar, the blacksmith and Feng Mian stood opposite each other.

"Ah! You are indeed extraordinary. No wonder you can resist my sword energy with your flesh and blood. It turns out that you really have such a mysterious and mysterious treasure. I saw it today, and it is worth it."

The pure aura enveloped Feng Mian, and the injuries in his meridians were recovering quickly. The injuries that had been backfired by the evil spirit were also recovering quickly. In short, this feeling was very comfortable, and Feng Mian never wanted to leave.

"Boy, your character, cultivation, and all aspects are very good. I'm convinced. Now I will insert the sword veins into your body. When every meridian in your body is replaced by the sword veins, you can withstand the power of the sword pill.

force."

With the sword vein entering his body, Feng Mian encountered a great opportunity!

Sword veins are what the blacksmith has been practicing all his life. He is almost integrated with the sword tomb. Here, any spiritual sword is under his control. So in essence, the so-called Chunyang Sword Pill is in the blacksmith's body

.

This can also explain why the blacksmith was so angry when Feng Mian wanted to borrow Chunyang Jianwan.

The sword pill is in his body and becomes one with it. The sword pill turns into sword veins and is the blacksmith's life. Once the sword pill leaves his body, it is his end. And Feng

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Mian didn't know all this.

When he came to his senses, he had reached this point and it was too late to regret.

"Senior, I'm sorry! Feng Mian really didn't know... If I had known this, I definitely wouldn't have..."

The blacksmith couldn't hide the smile on his face. He raised his hand and waved, "You don't have to do this. Since I decided to give you the sword pill, then I am willing to give it to you. The person who can take my two swords and shatter my spiritual sword."

, only you!"

By this time, the sword veins had already been integrated into Feng Mian's body, and had even spread to every meridians in his body.

The backlash from the Earthly Evil Palm and the previous injuries were basically recovered.

The body fell, and the spiritual swords in the sword tomb seemed to be silent.

The blacksmith staggered back a few steps, looked at Feng Mian, and changed his previous seriousness.

"Little guy, you are very lucky, and your character is also very important. You are the only person who has successfully known the secret of my sword sect Chunyang Jianwan. Since you have received this inheritance, I hope you can promise me something."

Feng Mian held up his hands and said seriously: "But it depends on senior's orders!"

"Haha... It's not an order. Now in Hantian City in the north, the Soul Sacrifice Sect is becoming more and more powerful. I, the Sword Sect, don't know what they are planning. If you can, please protect the foundation of my Sword Sect."

Feng Mian couldn't refuse this matter no matter what.

After obtaining the Chunyang Sword Pill, the blacksmith-senpai also paid the price with his life. Naturally, he had a responsibility to the Sword Sect on his shoulders. Therefore, from this moment on, he could no longer stay away from the matter.

"Okay, I will do my best, junior, to protect the stability of the Sword Sect!"

The blacksmith nodded, turned around, and walked towards the sword tomb.

"I have never left this place in my life. Now that I have reached my final days, I naturally have to stay in this sword tomb. No matter what, I am really tired and it is time to rest. You can take care of yourself."

The figure slowly turned into a line of smoke and disappeared into the sword tomb in an instant.

Feng Mian turned around and looked in the direction of Jian Zong. There, a series of bells rang, indicating that someone had died.

At this time, in front of the Jianzong Hall.

All the elders and disciples were half-kneeling on the ground, bowing deeply in the direction of the sword tomb.

For a time, thousands of swords roared together, and the sound was so powerful that it could not be subsided for a long time.

The sect leader put his hands behind his back and stared deeply in the direction of the sword tomb.

"As expected, Feng Mian is really a variable. Now that Chunyang Jianwan has changed its owner, it indicates that the lifeline of our Sword Sect will also change accordingly. I really don't know what the situation will be like after that."

"Disciples of the Sword Sect listen to orders, perform their duties, and abide by their duties. Strengthen defenses and must not relax."
To be continued...