Chapter 838: Casting iron and casting swords, life and death swing
After recovering from his injuries, he resumed his painting skin and carefully restrained himself from the Aguma King's ruins. Su Jing returned to the world between heaven and earth.
The little blind man walked slowly, but without stopping, he went all the way south and out of the city gate. The 'Suburban Temple of Beijing' and the Immortal Ancestor Hall are located in the south of Kyoto, one hundred and seventy miles away from the capital.
After walking a few steps out of the city gate, the sound of horse hooves sounded beside him, and a thin bamboo pole-like rider on horseback passed the little blind man. Suddenly, the knight on the horse said "Huh" and turned around to stop him.
On the way, there was a hint of smile in his voice: "Hello, little blind man."
Su Jing didn't recognize this person.
The little blind man held the blind stick tightly again, feeling a little confused and a little scared, and tilted his head: "Who are you?"
The rider laughed and said, "My dad doesn't have to pay for it!" He turned around and headed into the city.
A while ago, when we were still in Qiujiang, there was an Orion who killed officials and said the same five words to the little blind man... Everyone in the cave was shocked, and the three corpses blurted out: "Ye Fei?"
The rider who looked like a thin bamboo pole came to the city gate and passed the previous rounds of interrogation easily. But when it came to the 'Ghost Blood Test for Reincarnation', the thin bamboo pole frowned - the last time he entered the capital was at night, relying on his
The sword escape technique sneaked in. This time I came during the day. I was too lazy to use the sword to cast spells, and wanted to get through the door in a big way.
But there is no way he can pass this test.
The ghost messenger waited for a while with a long needle in his hand. When he saw the thin bamboo pole in front of him, he frowned and refused to reach out. He said in a cold voice: "Why, you don't dare to reach out? There is something wrong in your heart..." Before he could finish his words, something sounded in his ears.
Suddenly there was a loud noise.
Pull out the long sword, tear off the painting's skin, and the thin bamboo pole transforms into a scar-faced man in green.
Surrounded by ten swords, Ye Fei kills people! Blood splatters in the city gate cave! No matter if he is a brave soldier guarding the gate or an innocent passerby, Ye Fei has no taboos in using his sword and will kill everyone he meets!
This is not bad. There was a loud news of arrows, and soldiers and horses from all directions rushed to the rescue. The city gate was also guarded by Daxiu, so they immediately took action to kill this person.
A strange light bloomed amidst the heavy spells, and suddenly there was a series of sharp sword screams. Ye Fei raised his sword, and hundreds of swords surrounded him to protect him. Then Ye Fei moved forward without retreating, and actually rushed into the city.
Point to the direction of the palace.
Ye Fei rushed into the city. He surrounded Yu Renxiu's house and beat him! There were other soldiers who followed the general's orders and closed the city gate, hoping to catch the turtle in the jar.
The Thunderous Heavenly Lord in the cave took a breath of cold air: "Hey...Is this Ye Fei crazy?"
The last time he entered the palace for an assassination attempt, he evacuated in time. Just half a month later, he came back again. This time, he just started attacking from the city gate?
I wonder if the Lishan Sword Sect would feel honored to have such a fierce traitor.
Buhuan asked Su Jing: "Do you want to follow me and have a look?" The city gate was closed, but there was no way to stop Su Jing.
Before Su Jing could say anything, there was a sudden rumbling explosion that shot into the sky. The earth and rocks collapsed and dust filled the air. The solid city wall built with thick boulders and refined with secret techniques had a big hole opened from the inside out.
Ye Fei, who was spinning rapidly and surrounded by sword light, rushed out again. There were still a large group of charioteers attacking him.
Ye Fei's face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with anger. He did not stop after breaking through the city, and rushed forward with his sword regiment. The people surrounding him were being killed continuously, and the screams were mixed.
Amid the roar of magic, blood soaked into the treasure's glory.
Using the Hundred Swords, Ye Fei moved forward while fighting, leaving a thick path of blood behind him!
Walking forward to a thousand feet away, Ye Fei suddenly raised his hand and broke a long sword in front of him. The next moment, all the swords shook violently, and they all shattered! The silver light was blazing, blooming as the broken sword collapsed, and shot out again.
Nearly a hundred people were killed, and when the broken swords were scattered and the silver light dissipated, Ye Fei had already disappeared.
Almost at the same time that Ye Fei disappeared, an old man wearing a red hat and a black robe, with skin as dry and cracked as bark, fell from the sky. He was only half a step away, and the evil spirit came half a step too late...
In the cave, the three corpses were shocked and laughing: "Run away? Are you running away now?"
Ye Fei ran away. He was not afraid of death, but he was not afraid of death if he did not know how to run.
Hundreds of swords collapsed, killing Yuan and injuring his body. It took him three full days to wake up, and he was at the bottom of the lake, with several crooked lake snails already burrowed into his clothes.
Ye Fei didn't know where he was. He fainted as soon as he activated his sword escape. The escape method would take him three thousand miles through the air and land in the place where the spiritual energy is the thinnest. The thinner the spiritual energy, the less the cultivator.
, the fewer cultivators there are, the fewer enemies. Open your eyes and look around, close your eyes and check your body, the injury is more serious, and then carefully recall the situation before escaping... Suddenly, Ye Fei smiled and ran away.
The day he was born is not important, he just finds it happy and interesting:
It's fun to fight them, kill the pigs, and then just walk away.
And then... I saw the half-human, half-corpse driver in the red hat again.
It's not a matter of fear to escape in time. Ye Fei really wanted to fight a red hat rider, but unfortunately he had to leave. He was injured too much, and more importantly, his sword was almost used up. There were only one hundred and seven swords left.
It’s not enough. I’ll use the Hundred Swords for Flying Escape, and the last Seven Swords.
Seven swords, enough for anything!
Ye Fei stretched himself at the bottom of the lake and floated toward the surface of the lake. When he reached the surface, he saw a fishing boat on the lake. He got on the boat and drew his sword... When the fishing boat returned to the shore, Ye Fei
Fei turned into a fisherman with a rusty skin all over his body and a dark complexion.
The fisherman came ashore, looked around, and murmured: "It's time to forge a sword." As he spoke, he determined the direction, and walked towards Qiujiang.
Qiujiang is not only rich in vegetables, fruits, grains, and rice. There are also countless large and small mineral veins hidden underground and in the mountains. If you want to make a sword, you need raw iron. The Chinese evil owl plans to mine. But then again, who said the evil owl can't mine?
...
Seven months later, Baijiazhuang, a famous family in Qiujiang and famous for its smelting skills, was uprooted overnight. All 760 people were slaughtered, and no one survived. Zhuangzi was also burned.
The light was all gone, and there was no way to count the lost items, but one thing was certain: the most famous 'Mountain Smelting Furnace', which had been passed down from generation to generation in the Bai family, was missing.
Three years later, in a remote mountain range in the northwest of Qiujiang, there was always a thumping sound, like a giant hammering the earth. This place was a barren mountain with no one living in it, and it was three hundred miles away from the nearest state capital.
, so no government came to ask about this matter.
After another three years, this barren mountain became inexplicably hot, as if there was a fire underground. The ridges were scorched and cracked, and the birds and animals in the mountain began to migrate in groups.
Another seven years have passed, and the mountains have not burned, but the originally lush mountains have become completely desolate and turned into a withered yellow color.
In the desolate valley, a hundred-foot-high furnace stands. The bright red fire inside is rolling up and down. It is fire, but it looks more like pulp! Refining fire into pulp, there is no such method for controlling people.
The smelting furnace was so big that it made the rusty man next to the furnace look particularly small. The man didn't look at the fire. He looked up at the sky. On the ground beside him, there were new ones cast one by one.
The long swords are placed all over the valley.
These swords are of average quality, with light talisman engravings on the swords, adding some light spirituality. They are similar to the swords Ye Fei brought from Middle Earth, and are barely enough, but now that the furnace is open, Ye Fei does not intend to just
It was enough to forge these ordinary items, and he planned to make a few more good swords for himself.
After looking at the sky for a long time, he stood up, took off his clothes first, and then took off the painting. Ye Fei was naked, with a long sword in his hand.
Taking a deep breath, the long sword suddenly swung out. Taking advantage of the sword's momentum, Ye Fei flew up and fell straight into the burning furnace!
The person entered the furnace and swung the long sword in his hand more rapidly. The fire slurry in the chamber was stirred by the long sword and rushed wildly. Ye Fei's free hand suddenly reached forward and grabbed a seven-inch sword from the fire slurry.
A long small sword.
The small sword was like a fish. It was caught in someone's hand, shaking its head and tail and struggling desperately. It came out of the fire, and its body was so hot that Ye Fei was about to lose control of it. At this moment, Ye Fei jumped out of the furnace.
, the hand holding the small sword vigorously waved, and actually stabbed himself:
The flaming little sword was pierced into his shoulder by the candy man. Strangely enough, as soon as the little sword, which had been struggling desperately, drank Ye Fei's blood, it immediately calmed down and stood quietly on his shoulder for a moment. Suddenly, he gently
With a shake, the wound penetrated directly into Ye Fei's body.
Ye Fei's eyes were closed tightly, his face was in pain, and his body was shaking like chaff. He could no longer hold on for a while and fell to the ground. After a moment of twitching, his limbs stopped moving and looked like he was dead.
Nine days later, Ye Fei woke up and when he opened his eyes again, there was a smile in his eyes: He was not dead, not bad.
With his sword-refining skills, there is a real possibility that he will die, but the chance is 20 to 80 and 80 to 80 percent chance of survival.
A 20% 'chance' of tragic death, just to forge a sword?
Ye Fei stood up, without staying too long, and went to the crack in the ground next to the valley, where there was raw iron concentrate... In the past thirteen years, the swords in the valley were only those of 'Bai Rao', and only
This one in the body is enough, but it is not enough, Ye Fei needs to practice a few more.
Possibly dead? There is no way, who allows himself to be a master of swordsmanship. Ye Fei asks for the 'break' on the sword, how can he break it? The simplest way is to be on the edge of life and death!
Ye Fei had made careful calculations, and there was almost no chance of re-cultivating the basin of water. The basin of water was not only obtained by time, but also had several great opportunities. Now he wants to start all over again, almost two thousand years.
I hope I can build a pelvic floor.
But it doesn't matter, the water is in the basin, and the basin is in the middle earth, waiting for me to go back and get it. Now I am in another world, and my cultivation level no longer has at least a sword.
He repairs the sword, he seeks to break it, he is not afraid of death...
For thirteen years, there was peace in all directions in the world. Long live was very wise and managed the world in an orderly manner. Everyone in the world said that he was lucky enough to catch up with a generation of wise kings.
There was peace on the ground and nothing in the sky. Yuanling storms broke out from time to time as always, trying to adjust the world and make it more stable, but the storm never appeared near the capital again.
For thirteen years, Su Jing did nothing. In such a long time, he only did two things...