Huayang Sect, under the glow of the sun, countless birds and beasts were all still, prostrate and bowed their heads.
These rays of light quickly condensed, and then started from the entire alchemy place and soared into the sky.
At this moment, for thousands of miles around, one could feel the sword intent converging in the direction of Huayang Sect.
At this moment, Li Xiuping's feet suddenly exerted force, and his whole body rose directly from the ground. The hatchet in his left hand continued to absorb the gathered sword intent, and then gathered it through his body into the casting hammer in his right hand.
"Condensation!"
Li Xiuping raised the casting hammer and hit the fine iron that was now wrapped in light.
The world is silent and the final word is final.
As the hammer fell, the entire light pillar exploded instantly, turning into light that filled the sky. However, it did not fall directly on the ground, but continued to pour into the fine iron.
As these lights merged, the light on the fine iron became more and more intense, and finally became extremely dazzling.
A powerful sword energy instantly reached the sky, and the sea of clouds dispersed.
The light around the fine iron began to intensify, and finally disappeared completely.
Fine iron is still fine iron, not much has changed.
Li Xiuping held the casting hammer in his hand and rushed towards the fine iron again. He first hit the fine iron from top to bottom and smashed the fine iron to the ground. But before the fine iron hit the ground, Li Xiuping appeared first. On the ground, he raised the casting hammer with his backhand and smashed the fallen fine iron into the sky again.
The soil under Li Xiuping's feet exploded instantly, and he shot up into the sky. After catching up with the flying fine iron, he hit it again with a hammer.
Repeatedly, Li Xiuping's speed became faster and faster, and he swung the casting hammer more and more times. It didn't look like he was forging a sword, but more like he was engaged in a battle.
As the casting hammer continued to hit the piece of fine iron, the fine iron also began to change, and it vaguely turned into the shape of a long sword.
At this moment, countless people above Huayang Sect were stunned.
Is this the sword-making technique of Mr. Ou Ye?
No one knows that Mr. Ou Ye has made countless swords in his life, just like Li Xiuping at this moment, using this method to suppress all the sword intent that he had no time to react in the long sword. It was a pity that this dream could not be realized until his death, and none of the swords he forged in his life could truly satisfy him.
Half of the top ten weapons on the weapon list were made by Mr. Ouye, but even Mr. Ouye's most proud work, the peerless magic weapon named "Return", can only be ranked fourth and cannot be entered. Top three.
Of course, in terms of sword-making skills, Mr. Ouye can be said to be flawless, and the current Li Xiuping cannot be compared with him. Therefore, even if the methods Li Xiuping uses now surpass Mr. Ouye, it is only because he is a foundation-builder. Just a monk. Therefore, the forged swords are far from reaching the level of Mr. Ouye.
After all, Li Xiuping has never made a sword before, this is the first time in his life.
After all, although Li Xiuping inherited Mr. Ouye's legacy, his sword-making methods are destined to be different from Mr. Ouye's, because he needs to use sword-making to practice, and then use practice to make swords. The two complement each other. With Li Xiuping's current level of strength, even if he squandered all his sword power, he still wouldn't be able to forge the weapons on the weapon spectrum.
If he wants to improve the grade of the sword he forges, he can only continuously improve his own strength, and if he wants to continuously improve his own strength, he must continue to forge swords.
This is Li Xiuping’s practice. Mr. Ou Ye spent his whole life pointing out the path of practice to Li Xiuping, a path of practice that no one before him has ever walked.
Therefore, although Li Xiuping is Mr. Ouye's disciple, his method of forging swords will definitely be completely different from Mr. Ouye's, because he wants to surpass Mr. Ouye. This is the same idea and goal that Mr. Ouye and Li Xiuping have...
The violent sword energy began to restrain itself, and the long sword began to gradually take shape.
"Spiritual weapon."
In the distance, Fang Tianhe looked at the long sword that was gradually taking shape and made a final decision.
Spiritual weapons are indeed rare, but they are not uncommon. In some small sects, they may be regarded as treasures to suppress the sect. But this is the Huayang Sect, and the Huayang Sect has been passed down for thousands of years and has a strong heritage like Wujue Mountain. Although many magic weapons of high grade have been continuously wasted and pawned by the Huayang Sect from generation to generation. But as a disciple of the Huayang Sect, his horizons and knowledge are far beyond those of those smaller sects.
However, although this sword is only a spiritual weapon, it is enough to shock the entire spiritual world, because Li Xiuping is the disciple and only disciple of the great sword-making master Mr. Ou Ye. And now he has started to forge swords. The first sword is a spiritual weapon. In the future, he will definitely reach the level of Mr. Ouye, or even surpass Mr. Ouye...
At this time, the casting hammer in Li Xiuping's hand exploded, and the sword hovering in mid-air was fully formed.
Li Xiuping took a step forward, with an arrogant expression. He held the sword with his right hand, and the sword immediately appeared in his hand.
The sword was formed, but not really finished.
Li Xiuping held up the long sword and said proudly: "Borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to temper the sword body."
The entire Huayang Sect's spiritual energy seemed to be summoned at this moment, rushing towards Li Xiuping crazily, or to be precise towards the long sword in his hand.
Huayang Sect is an ancient sect with a long tradition. The chosen mountain gate must be a place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is especially abundant. Now that Li Xiuping summoned him, his momentum was astonishing.
Li Xiuping cannot absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but the sword he forged can.
As some spiritual energy continued to pour into the sword, the originally ordinary long sword instantly shone with light and was full of spirituality.
The long sword has a spirit, it is a spiritual sword. As for whether a sword spirit can be born, it still needs a long period of precipitation.
"Use the sword intention of mountains and rivers to open its edge."
Li Xiuping spoke again.
Sword intents appeared one after another, violently and wildly, attacking the sword in Li Xiuping's hand crazily. The original blunt edge also became extremely sharp under the impact of these sword intents.
In this way, the sword is still one step away from being forged.
And the last step is to choose a name.
Li Xiuping hung the long sword upside down in front of him, switched the hatchet from his left hand to his right hand, then used the knife as a pen and began to carve on the sword.
After a while, three big characters appeared on the sword: "Shake Kunlun!"
Seeing the name Li Xiuping gave to this sword, all the powerful men of Huayang Sect frowned.
Is it arrogance or confidence?
A spiritual sword, how dare you name it so brazenly.
Kunlun Mountain, one of the three mountains, is the true holy land of immortals. Not to mention a spiritual sword, even one of the top three magic weapons in table tennis may not be able to shake the entire Kunlun Mountains.
Li Xiuping put away the hatchet and held the long sword named "Shaking Kunlun" in his hand. All the sword light was restrained instantly, countless sword intentions also dissipated instantly, and the vision that enveloped the entire Huayang Sect also disappeared in an instant. , the world returns to peace.
The young man raised his sword to the sky, as if he was asking countless people in the Huayang Sect, and he was also asking the sky: "Can I shake Kunlun with this sword?"
No one answered, and the world was silent, just like a drop of rain falling on the sea without making any waves.
At this moment, even the wind was quiet, as if it was ridiculing and scorning the boy; everything seemed to feel that the boy was arrogant and ignorant, and did not know the heights of the sky.
And somewhere in the far north, in a mountain range that is covered with heavy snow all year round, stands a sect that has existed for an unknown number of years, forming a world of flowers in this extremely cold place.
This place should have been an extremely quiet and peaceful place, but at this moment the world was shaking, and birds and animals were screaming, as if they suddenly felt a powerful and terrifying crisis.
The wind is raging, and the cherry blossoms are falling in colorful colors.
Countless characters with powerful auras appeared one after another, rushing towards a jade pillar standing between heaven and earth. On top of the jade pillar, there is a mirror, also known as Kunlun, which can see thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the future and the past...
This mirror that represents the fate of Kunlun Mountain, this treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years, has a crack at this moment. Although it is very subtle, it is extremely dazzling on a mirror.
Countless Kunlun Mountain experts were all staring at this mirror with pale faces.
"Mountain Master, what on earth is going on?"
Someone asked.
An old man wearing a snow-white robe with white beard and hair shook his head, then made a seal with both hands and exited towards the Kunlun Mirror.
The next moment, the Kunlun Mirror shined brightly, and then thousands of miles of rivers and mountains appeared in the mirror. With a slight hint of luck, it continued to shuttle, and finally stopped at a place called Huayang Sect, and locked on a young man named Li Xiuping.
Everyone looked at the young man in the mirror. He was holding a long sword, his expression was proud, his eyes were firm and confident.
"It's him!"
The snow-white old man frowned slightly, and the knots on his hands changed again.
In the mirror, the boy's age keeps getting smaller, and some past events related to the boy keep appearing in the mirror...
All the past events were ordinary and nothing surprising, but only after he followed Mr. Ouye, it was impossible to continue to investigate the previous events.
"snort!"
The snow-white old man snorted coldly, and the seal changed again, trying to forcefully break the obstacle.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound, and the cracks on the Kunlun Mirror actually became larger.
The old man's brows furrowed even deeper, and after a brief hesitation, he could only give up.
The old man no longer traced the boy's past, and the boy in the mirror returned to the age he should have been and appeared where he was.
As the Kunlun Mirror stabilized, the old man's seal changed again, and the boy in the mirror changed again, this time getting bigger.
Since the past cannot be investigated, let’s examine the future.
The next moment, the old man's face suddenly changed, and his entire face instantly became as pale as paper, with almost no trace of blood.
"puff!"
The old man immediately spurted out a large mouthful of blood, which splashed on the Kunlun Mirror.
With the nourishment of this blood, the cracks on the Kunlun Mirror began to become smaller, and finally disappeared completely. The scene in the mirror, together with the young man, disappeared directly, and the entire mirror became empty, only reflecting the vast sky.
"Mountain Master!"
All the strong men in Kunlun Mountain exclaimed with shock on their faces.
This young man's fate was so terrible that even the owner of Kunlun Mountain suffered backlash. You must know that Master Kunlun is the master of one of the Three Mountains. He is second only to the Second Immortal. He is a true powerful man in the Mahayana period...
The old man raised his hand to stop everyone, indicating that he was fine, and then said: "This matter is over now. No one in Kunlun Mountain is allowed to interfere."
After the old man finished speaking, he glanced at the Kunlun Mirror, turned around and fell towards the place where he came from, and said quietly: "There is a sword coming from the west..."
There were four more words behind the old man, but no one could hear them.
