At the bottom of the abyss is the center of the poisonous miasma.
A huge protective shield of true energy, like an inverted invisible bowl, cleared away all the poisonous miasma in the center of the poisonous miasma.
Two casting furnaces stand majestically in the middle, with blazing fire quenching the iron ore in the casting furnaces.
Zhao Wangsun and Qin Fuzi each stood in front of a casting furnace, concentrating wholeheartedly.
The competition between the two has lasted for more than a month.
The birth of a famous sword usually requires a long period of hard work.
It takes ten years to forge a sword, which is normal.
In fact, this time, the competition between the two was assisted by Chen Changsheng's magical skills, which greatly shortened the time.
"It should be today."
Chen Changsheng whispered, already seeing that the swords made by Zhao Wangsun and Qin Fuzi were sufficiently heated.
"Since this is Qingmingyuan, the sword I forged should be called Qingming Sword." Master Qin said, brushing his beard.
"What a good name." Zhu Zhaodan, who had been following Master Qin, said with a smile.
Chu Xiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, was a little speechless. These two old guys were really rude. He had thought before that the sword forged by the fourth senior brother was called Qingming Sword.
Chen Changsheng turned back and looked at Chu Xiu, "You have good literary talent. Think of a sword name. This sword made by your fourth senior brother will be used by you."
Chu Xiu muttered: "The Qing Ming is so vast that there is no bottom, and a single sword shocks the sun and the moon.
Why not, just call it Jinghong Sword. "
"Jinghong Sword... sounds ordinary." Chen Changsheng said.
Chu Xiu squinted, "Then what do you think the sword should be called?"
"Your Taoist name is Huang, and you are poisoned by the Tianhuang Ice Silkworm. Why not just call it Huangtian Sword."
"Desolate Sky Sword..." Chu Xiu's eyes moved slightly. Although the name was ordinary, the word "Desolate" made Chu Xiu feel that his qualifications suddenly increased.
"You are the master, you have the final say."
"Huangtian?" Master Qin and Zhu Zhaodan looked at each other. This name seemed very ordinary, and it didn't have the appearance of a famous sword at all.
The clock is ticking.
Master Qin's face became excited.
"The Qingming Sword forged by me is about to be born."
Zhu Zhaodan on the side was also excited.
This Qingming Sword will soon belong to him.
"Senior, please go first." Zhao Wangsun said with a smile.
"Then I'll start the furnace first." Master Qin smiled, then reached out and patted the casting furnace. The furnace lid opened, and a sharp sword flashing with flaming light came out instantly.
Like a stream of light, like a horse racing, shining like a bright moon in the sky.
The fire dissipated and the sword hung in the air.
Everyone looked over.
The light cyan sword body is crystal clear, like a bottomless pool of autumn water.
A green cold light flashed on the sword's edge, like a green rainbow.
Qingming Sword!
"This is a sword." Chen Changsheng commented.
Master Qin, who was originally very satisfied with this sword made of black fairy stone, suddenly blushed and couldn't hide his excitement after hearing Chen Changsheng's evaluation.
"With this sword, I will definitely be able to return to the Xiaoyao list." Zhu Zhaodan's eyes were bright, and his heart was filled with unspeakable excitement.
"The appearance is indeed good, but it is definitely not as good as my Wild Sky Sword." Chu Xiu said with a hint of amusement.
Zhao Wangsun stared at the Qingming Sword suspended in the air with a serious look on his face.
The Qingming Sword is indeed a precious sword.
This made Zhao Wangsun feel a little pressure.
The Qingming Sword fell into Master Qin's hands, and he couldn't put it down. Zhu Zhaodang on the side couldn't take his eyes off the sword.
Chu Xiu looked at the bronze furnace in front of Zhao Wangsun, feeling a little expectant in his heart.
The sun is setting in the west and the moon is rising.
When the sun and moon are in the same sky.
The stove lid is up.
Everyone looked at the bronze furnace.
"Sword, come out."
Zhao Wangsun shouted loudly, and a stream of black light instantly rushed out of the bronze furnace, rushed upward, and penetrated the infuriating shield arranged by Chen Changsheng.
The black stream of light surged upwards, penetrating the poisonous miasma that permeated the Qingming Abyss, and finally hung above the Qingming Abyss.
The brilliance of the sun and the moon seemed to shine all on this long sword as black as ink.
Chu Xiu glanced at Chen Changsheng.
The sword, after coming out of the furnace, should not have flown so high.
"What do you think?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Chu Xiu muttered: "This sword should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to see it in the human world."
Zhao Wangsun stood in front of the bronze furnace, staring at the sky, his face looking very serious.
"The sword is a good sword, but it still lacks one thing." Chen Changsheng said.
"What's missing?" Chu Xiu was curious. He actually didn't know much about swords.
"Hard work." Chen Changsheng said, "The sword made by Master Qin is full of Master Qin's painstaking efforts. The sword made by Zhao Si only has superb skills."
"In terms of sword quality, Master Four is indeed superior." Master Qin said softly.
Zhao Wangsun shook his head, "My sword lacks a trace of spirituality."
"So this sword should be given to Little Thirteen." Chen Changsheng said leisurely, "This little junior brother of yours doesn't have much spirituality for the time being."
Chu Xiu: "???"
Zhu Zhaodan glanced at Chu Xiu and said, "Mr. Thirteen is not a pure swordsman. This sword is indeed suitable for him."
Chu Xiu was dissatisfied and looked at Zhu Zhaodan sideways, "The quality of the sword should be decided by the person holding the sword. Senior, how about a fight later?"
"If this is a first-level battle, I'd rather be defeated." Zhu Zhaodan said calmly with a smile on his face.
Chu Xiu said calmly: "Why do I need the first level to fight with you?"
Zhu Zhaodan's expression turned pale.
He has been famous for a long time. He was once on the Xiaoyao Ranking, and his strength ranked among the top nineteen states in the world.
How can a junior be so provocative and feel so angry?
Chu Xiu ignored the old guy. He stretched out his right hand, raised his head to the sky and roared, "Here comes the sword!"
Chen Changsheng's eyes were indifferent.
The Huangtian Sword hanging above Qingmingyuan remained motionless.
Chu Xiu's eyelids twitched slightly and he glanced at Chen Changsheng from the corner of his eye.
Chen Changsheng also looked sideways at Chu Xiu, with clear meaning in his eyes:
You little thing, are you showing off in front of me?
Chu Xiu's face was dark, and he had no choice but to surrender, with a look of 'please' flashing in his eyes.
Chen Changsheng moved his right hand slightly, and the Desolate Sky Sword hanging above the Qingming Abyss suddenly turned into a black stream of light, penetrating the entire Qingming Abyss in an instant...
In the end, it fell into the hands of Chu Xiu.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on this Desolate Heaven Sword.
The sword body is completely black, like a bottomless abyss.
The blade of the sword was extremely sharp and flashed with a cold light.
"It's quite heavy?" Chu Xiu was a little surprised. This sword weighed more than a hundred kilograms.
Zhao Wangsun said: "The sword is three feet nine inches long and weighs one hundred and eight kilograms."
"It suits me very well." Chu Xiu waved his sword, very satisfied.
Zhu Zhaodan on the side has also received the Qingming Sword from Master Qin. He is also very satisfied with the Qingming Sword and cannot stop the smile on his face.
The two of them each admired the swords in their hands for a while, their eyes met, and their fighting spirit burst out.
"How about that?" Zhu Zhaodan smiled and sounded like an elder.
Chu Xiu said: "Don't worry, this battle is just about swords, I won't poison you."
Zhu Zhaodan's face froze slightly, and the scene of Chu Xiu holding Duoya Cailin's hand and walking out of the center of the poisonous miasma came to mind.
Neither of them said anything more.
Chen Changsheng, Qin Fuzi, Zhao Wangsun, Duoya Cailin and others stood at the edge of the Qi shield, watching the two people quietly.
A thick mass of cold energy emerged from Chu Xiu's left hand, and under the gaze of everyone, it slowly condensed into an icy scabbard.
The Sword of Desolation is returned to its sheath.
Chu Xiu's eyebrows relaxed, thinking that this was the best state.
Everyone was speechless.
"Without the scabbard, you can't use the sword?" Chen Changsheng couldn't help but complain.
"Although your strength is high, you don't understand swords." Chu Xiu said lightly, "The edge of a sword only has meaning when it is unsheathed."
"I don't understand swords?" Chen Changsheng smiled, thinking that when I used the sword, the eighteen generations of your ancestors might not have been born yet.
Chu Xiu and Zhu Zhaodan looked at each other.
This battle breaks out.
The two of them moved at the same time, turning into two afterimages in an instant.
"Qiang."
The swords were clashing violently.
"Eh..." Feeling the huge force coming from the opposite side, Zhu Zhaodan, who was at the peak of Tongyou Realm, couldn't help but let out a sigh, with a look of surprise on his face.
Chu Xiu grinned, his figure flashed, and he retreated more than two feet.
"I do underestimate Mr. Thirteen." Zhu Zhaodan stared at Chu Xiu and said slowly.
He originally thought that Mr. Thirteen, no matter how talented he was, was just a young man with very limited skills.
But he didn't expect that just one move would surprise him.
"You are also very good." Chu Xiu smiled, "Probably better than Chief Superintendent Xu Xu in Chang'an City."
"Promise..." Zhu Zhaodan said without comment, "I have to be serious."
"What a coincidence, I have to draw my sword seriously." Chu Xiu clenched the hilt of the sword with five fingers of his right hand, his eyes flashing with sharpness.
Uh-huh!
The sword comes out, and the giant appears.
There was another crisp "Qiang" sound.
Zhu Zhaodan's pupils shrank, and the huge force coming from the opposite side was more than ten times stronger than the first attack.
He stabilized his figure, but the Qingming Sword in his hand trembled slightly for a moment.
"The outcome has been decided." At this time, Chen Changsheng said.
"Huh?" Chu Xiu and Zhu Zhaodan were startled at the same time and looked at Chen Changsheng.
The battle between the two has just begun. They are still in the trial stage and have not yet shown their true strength.
"The winner has indeed been decided." Master Qin stared at the Qingming Sword and Huangtian Sword, which were still colliding, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
Seeing this, Chu Xiu and Zhu Zhaodan also looked at the swords in their hands.
