More than 20 years after Li Chuangtian passed away, Chuangtianmen held a hero meeting that shocked the world at Dayang Mansion on the bank of Tongtian River, in order to conquer the bandit forces that had returned and become increasingly arrogant.
During the more than ten days of heroes' conference, the suppression of bandits was discussed during the day, and in the evening, there was a grand banquet, during which various sideshows such as martial arts fighting and weapon appreciation were held.
The Great Swordsmith Wei Yun had five people all over the world, leading his three accomplished sons and more than a hundred students to attend the meeting together. He was one of the most dazzling figures at the Heroes Conference that year.
In the weapons competition arena for more than ten days, the Wei family sword was victorious in every battle and was invincible.
At that time, Wei Wen was only eighteen years old. He was holding a long golden sword. The name of the sword was "Wuer". The blade was four feet long. Both sides of the sword were coated with a layer of bright gold and silver paint. It was his flower. A sword that took a year to forge.
Although there were some gaps in Wuer's sword, there was a circle of broken blades at Wei Wen's feet. There were a total of seven broken bones of black steel swords. Most of them were cut off by Wuer within three moves.
Wei Wen has been in the arts for ten years and has just shown his talent. He is very proud of his sword-making skills. In addition, he drank some wine during the dinner, his cheeks were red and he was unwilling to step down.
At this time, the heroes around had already seen the power of the Wei sword. While drinking, they were guessing how many famous swords Wei Wen could break with the "unparalleled" black steel sword.
"What a waste! We have come all the way here to attend the meeting, just to see the Wei family wasting their weapons? We have been fighting for several nights. Who doesn't know that the Wei family sword has no opponent? It's too bad for a good sword to be beaten like this. Don't you feel bad? Wouldn't it be better to use it to kill bandits in the future?" Some people couldn't stand it, looked at the pile of sword corpses at Wei Wen's feet, and shook their heads.
"Don't sigh yet. A top-notch blacksmithing workshop has been prepared in Chuangtianmen. The great swordsmith Wei Yunwu is supervising the work at Chuangtianmen. This pile of broken copper and iron, broken sword remains, etc. were sent to the workshop for recasting. How can it be a pity if you can be reincarnated into a sword?" Someone said this.
The other swordsmiths' faces turned green after hearing this, but they did not dare to refute anything.
Most of the dozen or so hard-earned weapons they brought to the meeting were broken on the Wei family sword.
But Li Sheng, one of the leaders of the Chuangtian Sect, was very interested in watching it. He kept toasting and making noises, shouting about which famous teacher "How about you come up instead?" Everyone couldn't refuse, so they could only greet the disciples with their hands. Your own weapons are used to kill people, and then sent to the workshop for "reincarnation". They also have to listen to the cynicism of other swordsmiths and men from all walks of life who are watching the fun, such as "this thing is useless", "the material is not good", " Such words as "The caster is simply not decent" and "That guy has a false reputation".
"Arrogant, daddy said you can get out." A sweet voice came from behind Wei Wen, and a group of people watching the excitement were whispering to each other, guessing that the "unparalleled" sword in Wei Wen's hand could break several swords. There was already a woman in yellow clothes, about the same age as Wei Wen, holding a three-foot thin sword, which was much shorter than Wuer.
"Huh?" Wei Wen burped. He was not strong enough to drink. He only drank three glasses of wine and his words were unclear.
"Tell me your name. This is your seventh...no, eighth sword." Wei Wen raised his hand with disdain, wanting to quickly surpass his second brother Wei Kailai's "Autumn Maple Sword" "The record of breaking eleven good swords.
"You are so shameless, get out of here!" The woman in yellow scolded, stepped forward, and struck out as fast as lightning. The three-foot soft sword slashed at Wuer's gauntlet, slicing off the ebony-wrapped silver gauntlet. A corner.
Before Wei Wen could react, he saw the woman in yellow grabbing his collar with her other hand. With a little force, her body began to spin, followed by a violent impact, and she fell so hard that her internal organs were about to turn. As if coming out.
"Ah! Did this kid make a mistake? This is a weapon competition. You have to play according to the sword moves. Why are you throwing people randomly!" The heroes below shouted loudly.
However, there were also many people who had long disliked the Wei family. When they saw Wei Wen wrestling and seeing the young and beautiful woman in yellow, they all made noises and shouted: "We have been competing like this for the past few days. I'm tired of watching. Let's try something new." That’s good!”
"If you want to fight, go to the other side of the arena to compete with the little bully Li Yue. What are you doing here to stir up trouble?" "Nonsense, I want you to talk more!" The men were drunk, and if they disagreed, they slapped the table and yelled at each other.
Wei Wen struggled to get up, and when he saw that he almost fell onto the pile of broken swords, he broke out in a cold sweat. He was half awake from the wine, and only then could he clearly see the beauty of the woman in yellow in front of him.
Originally, both sides of the sword fight should use the same routine, and let the two swords hit each other to distinguish the good from the bad. But the woman in yellow didn't follow the rules and drew her sword as fast as lightning. The sword struck at the guard of Wei Wen's unique sword.
Wei Wen's swordsmanship was mediocre, and he only knew a few of the most common swordsmanship routines at the time, so he had no choice but to raise his sword to block in an awkward manner.
After a while, the guard on Wei Wen's unique sword was almost shaved off, and there was a gap between the handle and the blade, which was very funny.
"You don't have the guts to compete with me! Are you the only one who can use these despicable tricks?" Wei Wen was angry, but his swordsmanship was no match for the woman in yellow. He had already retreated to the side of the field, unable to retreat, and the back of his hand let the woman in yellow The soft sword hit, the back of the hand went numb, and the Wuer sword flew out of his hand.
The woman in yellow pierced her sword several times and picked the Wuer sword that was hanging in the air to the ground, trying not to let it fall to the ground. She even said with a smile: "Oh! It turns out that this sword has one side golden and one side silver. It's really tacky. You have to let people see Huo Da."
The swordsmiths and heroic men below burst into applause, but there were also many who were unconvinced and cursed: "What's going on now? Are you playing monkey tricks?" "Which wild girl? Get off the field!"
The Wuer Sword spun in the air and then fell. The woman in yellow raised her sword and pressed it down, inserting the Wuer Sword on the floor.
"What are you doing now?" Wei Wen took a breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, crossed his hands on his chest, glared at the woman in yellow, and said, "My sword is still intact. If you don't break it, it won't count." win."
The woman in yellow laughed twice, and before her laughter stopped, she struck out, breaking the beautiful wooden handle of the Wuer Sword with a few swords, and said: "Isn't this sword considered a defeat? Open your eyes and take a look. .”
While the woman in yellow said this, she struck the Wuerjian standing upright with a sword, making a clanging sound.
A large curl appeared on the soft sword in the hand of the woman in yellow, and an obvious gap appeared on the Wuer sword.
"Your sword is not bad..." Wei Wen was stunned, knowing that soft swords usually have thin blades and are mostly used for stabbing. Although the top soft swords can also cut off hands and feet, the hardness of the body's flesh and blood is naturally It cannot be compared with black steel.
The cutting power of the soft sword in the hand of the woman in yellow was not inferior to that of the thick sword. It made an obvious gash on the Wuer sword.
"Don't be complacent. Soft swords are tougher and not easy to break, but they are naturally not as powerful as thick swords. Do you think it's your sword that's more damaged, or mine?" Wei Wen said unyieldingly. The curled mouth of the women's soft sword is indeed larger.
"Really?" The woman in yellow smiled coquettishly, moved slowly, and waved the hand holding the sword. With lightning and lightning, dozens of swords struck the Wuer sword in a row, and the sound of clanging could be heard endlessly.
"Look again." The woman in yellow stopped her movements, pointed at the Wuer Sword, and looked at Wei Wen with a half-smile.
Wei Wen let out a sigh, and his eldest brother Wei Changqing and second brother Wei Kailai at the table were all a little shocked.
There is an obvious large gap on the Wuer sword, and there are some faint cracks around it, but the soft sword of the woman in yellow has dozens of curling holes.
It turns out that the woman in yellow struck the same spot on the Wuer Sword with every sword strike, and exchanged dozens of curls on the soft sword for a big gap in the Wuer Sword.
"You have fought for so long and only made a gash on my sword, but your sword is almost broken. Do you want to admit defeat?" Wei Wen was not convinced. He knew that such a fighting method was all based on his superb swordsmanship, and The sword-making skill itself has nothing to do with it.
"Haha!" The woman in yellow fluttered and stabbed Wei Wen's waist with a sword, cutting the rope of the scabbard around his waist. With a pick of the soft sword, he snatched the Wuer sword scabbard, held the scabbard in his back hand, and covered the Wuer sword hilt.
The unique wooden hilt was gone, leaving only a thin piece of black steel, which was inserted into the scabbard.
Wei Wen was shocked, knowing the intention of the woman in yellow, and quickly went to grab the sword, but his martial arts was mediocre, causing the woman in yellow to stumble and fall to the ground, causing her nose to bleed.
I saw the woman in yellow pulling the long scabbard on the hilt of the Wuer sword with both hands, putting one foot against the big crack in the Wuer sword, and using a fierce force, she broke the Wuer sword.
There was a crash, and the heroes in the audience all exclaimed loudly. This was the first time that the Wei family sword had broken in a hero meeting.
"How can you fight like this!" Wei Wen pointed at the woman in yellow and cursed bitterly: "You use this method to break my Wuer sword. What does it have to do with sword-making skills? What if a first-class martial arts master comes on the scene? What if you knock the opponent down, grab the sword and then break it? That depends on the level of martial arts, not the quality of the weapon itself!"
He originally had a gentle temperament, but at this time he was a little drunk. He felt that the woman in yellow was too weak to win, so he became angry.
"Are you not convinced after losing? Fists and feet can also be regarded as weapons. A pair of fleshy palms can beat you to the ground. What else is there to say. Weapons are for people to use, not just ones that are resistant to hits and collisions. Otherwise, I It is said that Tongtianhe is the number one magic weapon, which sword from your Wei family can cut through Tongtianhe?" the woman in yellow said with her hands on her hips.
"What kind of fallacy is this? Huh... I see that your sword is not bad, but you are much more arrogant. Tell me, does your master have a sword that can cut off the Tianhe River?" Wei Wen retorted.
"The number one magic weapon in Tongtianhe is for ordinary people like you. I, the Yang family, don't take it seriously. Why send out the weapons of the Yang family? Find an ordinary shovel, dig up the sand and soil with one shovel, and block it. A tributary, wouldn't it cut off the river?" The woman in yellow said, tilting her head.
"Strong words to make excuses! Strong words to make sense!" Wei Wenwen was not good at debating. Although the woman in yellow's words were very far-fetched, he couldn't think of anything to refute for a while.
"That girl is the precious daughter of Sword King Yang Qiufei!"
"Master Yang is here too!"
Suddenly, the noise in the hall of Dayang Mansion was more than ten times louder.
