Thirty miles back from Snake Valley, on a small mountain col, three thatched houses stand side by side.
At this time, the sound of "dang-dang-dang" was heard in a room. Outside the door, a dark-faced young man with a dull expression was sitting cross-legged on a square stone. He was holding a long sword in his arms, his eyes were closed tightly, and he As motionless as a green pine.
The mountain wind blew the fallen leaves all over the ground and made a "shusha" sound.
"Kacha"
This was the sound of branches being trampled down. The young man's closed eyes suddenly opened. He drew out the long sword with his right hand and pressed it down slightly. He put his thumb on the sword grid and secretly gathered strength.
"stop!"
A gray shadow flashed quickly in the forest. The dull young man's childish eyes shrank, his thumb had already opened half of the sword blade, and the muscles in his whole body tensed up. "Who?!"
The speed of his opponent's movements was beyond the speed that the dull young man's eyes could capture. He immediately took the lead and shouted.
But as soon as the words came out, apart from the sound of falling leaves blown by the wind, there was only the invisible figure shuttled back and forth in the forest, and the opponent did not respond.
The dull young man stood up with a cry, pressed down the long sword with his right hand, and held the hilt of the sword tightly with his left hand. The boy's hole quickly turned left and right. The power of the person who came was far beyond the young man's imagination.
The ghostly figure was like an evil spirit from the Netherworld, which was invisible and intangible. The silent atmosphere deeply oppressed the young man's nerves, causing a trace of emotion called fear to gradually arise in his heart.
"Uh-huh!"
The gray shadow suddenly flashed behind the young man, his ears twitching slightly. The young man immediately pulled out his sword with his left hand and tried to stab him backwards.
But as soon as he exerted force on his arm, someone grabbed his elbow joint. He could not pull out the sword as soon as it was halfway out. The terrifying force squeezed the young man's elbow as if it was about to break.
Without hesitation, the young man immediately gave up the action of drawing the sword, released the hilt of the sword with his left hand, raised the blade with his right hand, and pushed the sword and sheath back violently.
Want to force the future people to retreat.
"Ah."
With a chuckle, the dull young man's neck suddenly tightened, and then there was a desperate force. However, the muscles of the back of his neck were clasped tightly by the five fingers of the incoming person. With a "whoop" sound, the young man was lifted up by the incoming person. When he was in the air, someone pinched the back of his neck hard, and a hint of ferocity appeared on the young man's dull face, and his breathing gradually became unsmooth.
Naturally, the attack with his right hand was weak, and he could hardly hold the long sword.
"Who are you?!" The young man's face gradually turned red and purple, and his breathing became extremely difficult.
"The response is good, my swordsmanship has improved a bit." The person behind the young man chuckled.
The dull young man, who was holding the back of his neck with one hand and his feet off the ground, was a little confused when he first heard the voice. Then the gray clothes flashed in his mind, and he gasped violently, "Are you Mr. Dongzhang?"
"Haha, long time no see, Gang."
This gray figure was naturally Dong Zhang. As soon as he let go of his right hand, A Gang fell to the ground, clutching his chest and coughing violently, and his face gradually returned to normal.
"Where's Mr. Gongsun?" Dong Zhang glanced at A Gang, who was exhaling heavily, and looked around.
Standing up, A-Gang stared in awe at the frighteningly powerful young man in front of him, and said respectfully, "Sir, he is forging it inside."
"good."
Listening to the constant "clang" sound, Dongzhang turned and walked towards the hut at the end.
Ah Gang tightened his messy clothes and followed closely step by step.
With a "squeak" sound, the wooden door was pushed open by Dongzhang. When he stepped inside, he found that the temperature in the room rose sharply, and a billowing heat wave hit his face. However, Dongzhang, who had long been protected from the cold and heat, naturally did not feel any discomfort.
At a glance, he saw a bare-chested strong man in the room, wielding a forging hammer vigorously. His muscles were clearly defined, and the bulging pieces of flesh showed the strength contained in his body.
"Mr. Gongsun."
The strong man who was addicted to blacksmithing paused when he heard this, turned his head, and saw a young man in gray standing by the door, looking at him with a smile.
With a "clang" sound, the strong man dropped the sledgehammer and strode over, "Mr. Dongzhang, you are back."
His voice was not in direct proportion to his rough figure, and seemed a bit gentle.
Dongzhang reached forward with one hand, held the strong man's dirty hand, and said with a smile, "After two years of separation, is Mr. Gongsun still okay?"
Gongsun Shi laughed, tightened Dong Zhang's palm, and said with a smile, "I've been living with iron all day long, so I'm quite at ease."
"A Gang, show me some tea, sir."
After saying this, Gongsun Shi invited Dongzhang to move outside the house. He carefully wiped the sweat stains on his body with a sweat towel, then put on his coat and followed Dongzhang out of the blacksmith house where the temperature was extremely hot.
The two came to the stone table outside the house. Dongzhang took the tea cup handed by A Gang with one hand, took a sip, went straight to the topic, and said with a smile, "Mr. Gongsun, are you willing to personally witness the glory of the black sword surpassing your ancestors?"
With his heart pounding, Gongsun Shi stopped raising his glass with his hand, turned to look at the young man, and asked, "What do you think Mr. Dongzhang said?"
Dongzhang smiled brightly and stared at the scenery at the bottom of the mountain, saying, "Literally, when the black sword is born, it will inevitably bring about unforeseen circumstances. I will use the blood of the most powerful people in the world to create its reputation."
Putting down the tea cup, Dongzhang used his left hand to hold the black iron knife that was leaning on the stone table. The 1.63 meter long knife stood in front of him. Dongzhang held the handle of the knife with his right hand and slowly pulled the black knife away.
"Zheng~"
The sound of iron tools rubbing against each other spread to the ears of the two of them. With a "swish" sound, Dongzhang changed from slow to fast. At the last moment, he quickly opened the blade and held a sword in his hand. Dongzhang Hengdao stood the blade on the stone. Two inches above the table.
Under the surprised and puzzled gazes of Gongsun Shi and A Gang, he slowly touched the dark red blade to the stone table with a very gentle movement.
"???" A Gang and Gongsun Shi looked at Dong Zhang in confusion, not understanding what he meant.
Dongzhang smiled silently without explaining, then sheathed the knife, flicked his right hand casually, and the black knife was sheathed accurately.
With a "clang" sound, the stone table suddenly broke neatly into two halves, and the left and right parts fell to the ground. However, seeing that the fracture was smooth and flat, you could tell at a glance that it had been cut with a sharp weapon.
Seeing this scene, Gongsun Shiagong and his two men were shocked.
Just now, both of them saw with their own eyes that Dong Zhang's movements were obviously slow and leisurely, and they didn't see how hard he used it at all. He just pressed the blade of the knife 'gently' against the stone table. How could such a light touch be enough? Why is the palm-thick stone table divided into two sections? ?
The layman Gongsun Shi couldn't see any mystery at all. He only felt that Dong Zhang was very strong, very, very strong. But A Gang beside him seemed to have touched something, but he couldn't tell how he did it.
"Mr. Gongsun, I shouldn't have insulted the black sword you forged." Dongzhang Shiran sat down on the stone bench again.
Swallowing with difficulty, Gongsun Shi stared at the young man opposite him who was always smiling in shock, and said solemnly, "It's a great honor."
Ah Gang is not strong enough to see it, but if it were Ouyang Feng or the old naughty boy sitting here at this time, they would be able to tell that Dong Zhang was holding the blade against the stone table for just two inches. The force has been exerted instantly, and the speed of the knife has reached a level that is difficult to detect with the naked eye.
When the blade of the knife touched the stone table, Dong Zhang cleverly withdrew his force in an instant, so it seemed to others that Dong Zhang only 'gently' placed the blade on the stone table.
Now Dongzhang has reached a higher level in terms of the speed of the sword, already reaching a level unimaginable by the world, and his control over the body has reached a terrifying level, and he can move and retract freely all over his body.
"Two months later, it will appear in this world as a magic sword. I would like to invite you, sir, to witness its rise. I wonder if you are willing, sir."
Gongsun Shi glanced at A Gang who had a hopeful expression, drank the tea in one gulp, and said with a smile, "It's a great honor."
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