Chapter 4746: Ding Beichun, the Year of Sword Casting
The so-called swordsmanship and the so-called sword intention are all virtual phenomena, and they can only be carried by the use of media.
The blade itself is a medium, and divine power, virtual power, and even more mysterious power are the ways to carry and materialize it.
But this scene now really shocked Jian Wushuang.
These sword intentions do not have the will of the master, and there is no way to guide them. They only have the blade itself that ultimately acts as a medium.
But they were actually refined and turned into drops of silver-white water.
At the same time, these droplets of sword intent fell from the sky into the abyss.
Because the temperature is extremely hot, the magma here is a strange purple-red color.
Even the real core temperature of the sun cannot be compared with this purple-red magma. It is simply too hot.
These raindrops of sword intent did not drop into the magma after falling, but seemed to be guided by something and gathered together in one place.
It was only then that Jian Wushuang discovered that there was actually a furnace cauldron placed in the center of the abyss, where thousands of miles of magma was flowing.
This statue seems to be inside a blazing furnace, as if it is refining to create a bright sun. Thousands of golden lights overflow from the tightly knitted furnace, making it extremely dazzling.
The sword intent like water drops were all led into the cauldron.
At the same time, there was another figure with a height of ten thousand feet, which attracted Jian Wushuang's eyes.
On one side of the cauldron, I saw the tall figure with a naked upper body holding a hammer in his hand. He hammered it without any emotion, and landed on a red sword embryo. Starfire
Overflowing.
Such a shocking scene made Jian Wushuang feel a faint feeling of blood boiling.
There is no complexity and subtlety of kendo and sword intention, there is just pure iron and fire.
A swordsmith needs great perseverance and great insight to forge a sword that can capture the fate of heaven and earth.
This blend of iron and fire is the most breathtaking.
It took two or three calls in a row before Jian Wushuang came back to his senses.
"Brother Jian, let's take a close look together?" the little emperor said with a smile.
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Jian Wushuang said slowly, "Okay."
The two immortals fell into the abyss of the sky.
The figure with a hammer in hand and a height of more than ten thousand feet did not feel at all that there was an outsider coming here, and the red sword embryo was all heart and soul.
Stepping onto the land that floated on the magma like a lone boat, Jian Wushuang felt that the energy outside his body began to burn.
"Beichun, I'm here." The little emperor spoke loudly, with a rare smile in his eyes.
After the tall figure hit the sword embryo with a heavy hammer, he stopped the mechanical swing and turned to look over.
A cheek stained black by iron filings, and it was almost impossible to tell where the facial features were.
However, Jian Wushuang saw a row of bright teeth next.
"Brother Yan."
The little emperor laughed, "I thought you were dumbfounded by the hammer, but it turns out you still remember me."
Within a few breaths, his tall figure shrunk down to his normal height, and then he ran forward quickly.
His upper body was naked, and his well-proportioned skin was covered with flowing clouds and water lines, making him look mysterious and profound.
"Brother Yan, why did you find the time to come here? I remember the last time you came here was not that long." The figure covered with flowing clouds and water streaks scratched his head and said.
The little emperor said helplessly, "It's been a year since I last visited you, and this time it's another feast in heaven."
"Another year has passed, and I don't feel anything at all," the figure smacked his lips and said, "I don't know when my master will come back."
"You will be back soon, you just need to wait." The little emperor raised his eyebrows and smiled, then he put his palm on Jian Wushuang's shoulder, "Let me introduce you, Brother Jian, Jian Wushuang."
"Ding Beichun." The black-faced figure also grinned and said, cupping his hands.
Jianjian Wushuang smiled in return, feeling deep down that the guy in front of him, who grinned with big white teeth when he smiled, was not as difficult to get in touch with as he had imagined.
Looking at the churning sea of fire and lava around him, the little emperor said, "Beichun has been here for several years. It's time for you to go out for a walk. After all, you've stayed here alone for too long."
Reaching out to wipe the iron filings off his face, the young man named Ding Beichun said, "I'll wait until Master comes to pick me up before I leave. Now I just happen to be concentrating on forging swords and forging a scabbard for Master.
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Jian Wushuang was slightly surprised. He did not expect that Ding Beichun only wanted to cast a scabbard.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask, "The materials and sword intent refined in this furnace are all prepared for casting the scabbard?"
Ding Beichun nodded, "Yes, none of these things are worthy of my master, so I'll just make these into scabbards and give them to my master."
Jian Wushuang opened his mouth, but did not say anything. There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.
Ding Beichun's words are really shocking. There is so much supreme sword power that it is only worthy of being cast into a scabbard...
The little emperor also had a natural expression, which confirmed that what Ding Beichun said was true.
"By the way Beichun, I came here this time to ask for something," the little emperor said, "Brother Jian, one of the swords he carried was broken. Can you repair it and forge it?"
Ding Beichun didn't hesitate, "Of course you can, can you let me see the broken situation?"
Jian Wushuang nodded, and then took out the Tai Luo Divine Sword from his waist.
The sword came out of its sheath and let out a clear sound. Although the sword had been broken in the middle, it did not affect Chongxiao's sharpness at all.
Ding Beichun's eyes suddenly lit up, he took the broken Tai Luo Divine Sword, looked through it carefully, and then said, "It's incredible. Such a real sword that is not ordinary actually contains great luck."
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang nodded secretly in his heart. It seemed that Ding Beichun was a true master of sword-making, and he could keenly detect the luck in the Tailuo Divine Sword at the first opportunity.
As one of the seven Ji Dao ancestral weapons in the Divine Power Universe, the destiny contained in Tai Luo Shen Sword is naturally extremely terrifying.
This is why the Tai Luo Divine Sword was broken, but Jian Wushuang still wears it by his side. Such mysterious and mysterious things as luck, there are so many thoughts of the great road that can be controlled, which can deepen the understanding of sitting.
"How, can it be completely repaired?" the little emperor asked.
Holding the Tai Luo Divine Sword tightly, Ding Beichun couldn't help but nod, "Absolutely. Being able to repair such a real sword is another insight into sword making for me."
The little emperor nodded, "Then I'll leave it to you. If it's not repaired well, I'll take it from you."