Chapter 4746

The so-called Kendo, the so-called sword meaning, are all illusions, and only the use of media can carry them.

The blade itself is a medium, and divine power, virtual power, and even more mysterious derivative power are the ways to carry and visualize.

But now this scene, really shocked the sword unparalleled.

These sword meanings have no will of the master, no way to guide, and only the blade itself, which finally acts as a medium.

But they were actually refined, embodied into drops of silver white water.

At the same time, these water drops of sword meaning fell from the sky into the abyss of that day.

Because the temperature is extremely hot and terrible, the magma here is a weird purple red.

Even the real core temperature of the sun can never be compared with the purple magma, which is too hot.

These rain dripping sword meanings did not drip into the magma after falling, but as if there was something connected and converged together.

Until then, Jian Wushuang found that under the abyss, there was a cauldron in the middle of the raging magma.

This statue seems to be in the burning cauldron, as if it is refining to create a brilliant sun, and thousands of rays of gold overflow from the tightly fitting cauldron, which is extremely eye-catching.

Those sword ideas like drops of water were all led into the cauldron.

At the same time, there was a body shape of ten thousand feet high, which attracted the unparalleled eyes of Jian.

I saw that on one side of the cauldron, the ten thousand feet high, naked upper body, holding a hammer with no emotion, fell on a piece of red sword embryo, and sparks overflowed.

Such a soul shaking picture makes the sword unparalleled have a feeling of blood boiling.

There is no complex and subtle meaning of kendo, but pure iron and fire.

The sword maker needs great perseverance and insight to forge a sword that captures the Qi of heaven and earth.

This blend of iron and fire is the most breathtaking.

After calling twoorthree times in a row, Jian Wushuang came back to his senses.

"Brother Jian, watch closely together?" The little emperor smiled.

Repressing his inner agitation, Jian Wushuang slowly said, "OK."

The two immortals fell into the abyss.

The figure holding a hammer, more than ten thousand feet high, completely did not feel the red sword embryo wholeheartedly when outsiders came here.

Stepping on the earth floating on the magma like a lone boat, jianwushuang felt that the derivative force outside the body began to burn.

"Beichun, I'm coming." The little emperor spoke loudly, and his eyes showed a rare smile.

After the ten thousand foot tall figure hit the sword embryo with a heavy hammer, he stopped the mechanical swing hammer, and then turned his face to look over.

A black cheek stained with iron filings is about to be unable to tell where the five senses are.

However, next, Jian Wushuang saw a row of bright teeth.

"Brother Yan."

Xiaodijun laughed, "I thought you were stupid, but you still remember me."

Ten thousand feet tall, between several breaths, he shrunk to normal height, and then quickly ran forward.

His upper body was bare, and his muscular skin was full of Flowing Clouds and water lines, which looked mysterious and profound.

"Brother Yan, why do you have the time to come here? I remember it wasn't long since you last came." The figure with flowing clouds and water lines scratched his head and said.

The little emperor said helplessly, "it's been a year since I came to see you last time. This time it's a feast in heaven."

"Unexpectedly, another Chinese year has passed, and I don't feel much," the figure smacked and said, "I don't know when my master will come back."

"You'll be back soon. Just wait." Xiaodijun 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 figure also grinned and arched his hands.

Jianjian peerless one smile, deep in my heart, I feel that the guy in front of me who grins with big white teeth is not as difficult to touch as I imagined.

Looking at the raging magma around, xiaodijun said, "Beichun, it's been several years. It's time for you to go out and travel. After all, you've been here alone for too long."

Reaching out and wiping a scrap of iron on his face, the young man named Ding Beichun said, "I'm not ready to leave until when the master comes to pick me up. Now I'm just casting a sword and a scabbard for the master."

Jian Wushuang was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Ding Beichun was only casting a scabbard.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask, "the materials and sword ideas refined in this cauldron are all prepared for casting the scabbard?"

Ding Beichun nodded, "yes, these things are not worthy of my master, so I will reluctantly make these things into a scabbard and give it to my master."

Jian Wushuang opened his mouth, but did not say anything. There was a wry smile at the corners of his mouth.

This sentence of Ding Beichun is really too shocking. So many supreme sword meanings are only matched to cast a scabbard

The little emperor was also a natural expression, which confirmed that what Ding Beichun said was true.

"By the way, Beichun, I have one thing to ask for this time," said xiaodijun. "Brother Jian has a broken sword that he wears. Can you repair and forge it?"

Ding Beichun did not hesitate, "naturally, can you let me see the broken situation?"

Jian Wushuang nodded, and then pulled out the Tai Luo divine sword at his waist.

The sword body came out of its sheath and sent out a clear sound. Although the sword body had been broken from the middle, it did not affect the sharp meaning of Chong Xiao at all.

Ding Beichun's eyes suddenly lit up, took the broken Tai Luo divine sword, carefully looked through it, and then said, "it's incredible that such a good real sword actually contains great luck."

Jian Wushuang heard the words and nodded secretly in his heart. It seems that Ding Beichun is a real sword casting master. He can keenly detect the luck in the Tai Luo divine sword at the first time.

As one of the seven Jidao ancestor soldiers in the divine universe, the Tailuo divine sword naturally contains extremely terrible Qi.

This is also why the Tarot divine sword is broken, and the unparalleled sword is still worn around. There are so many mysterious things such as Qi Yun, which can deepen the perception of sitting.

"How, can it be completely repaired?" Xiaodijun inquired.

Holding the Tarot sword tightly, Ding Beichun couldn't help nodding, "absolutely. Being able to repair such a real sword is another kind of insight for me to cast a sword."

Xiaodijun nodded, "then it's up to you. If the repair is not good, I'll ask you."