Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Song Hongli was silent for a while, then slowly said: "I know. There are some swords in the world that need to be made with blood sacrificed to the sword. Such a sword with blood has greatly increased its spirituality. It is not like ordinary iron, and its power is incomparable.

"Therefore, it is recorded in ancient books that in ancient times, there were swordsmiths who would capture boys and girls in order to forge the sword of the world, put living people into the sword-casting pool, and use the pure blood of boys as sacrifices... Brother, could it be..."

Ling Yiting shook his head: "No, this sword is not that ferocious, it does not require live sacrifice by boys and girls. But... it does require human blood sacrifice before it can truly solidify into a Divine Armament.

Song Hongli quietly looked at the unfrozen sword in the sword fan, for a long time, as if he had decided something, he looked up at Ling Yiting: "Is my blood okay?

Ling Yiting raised his eyebrows in astonishment: "Your blood? Yes, yes, after all, your physique is the legendary flawless body.

"But if your blood melts in, this sword will recognize the breath of your blood, and only those who shed your blood will take it to its fullest power. What's the use of sacrificing the sword? "

Song Hongli smiled lightly: "No problem, my blood melted on the bracelet I gave to Qing Lian 25 years ago."

"Junior Brother Song is no joke, please think twice. You have to think carefully. During the process of sacrificing the sword, this sword not only sucks your blood, but also sucks your skill. You..."

"Will it be even more powerful after taking my power?" Song Hongli rolled up the sleeve of his left hand and continued, "As long as this sword is made well enough, that's enough."

Ling Yiting stared at Song Hongli for a long time, and then sighed, helplessly handing Song Hongli a dagger: "Okay, you will be more careful later, I will tell you when the flow is enough."

Song Hongli took the dagger, without blinking his eyes, he slashed down on his wrist.

Bright red blood gushed out instantly, spiraled down Song Hongli's wrist like a small snake, and slowly dripped into the sword fan.

Ling Yiting regretted seeing Song Hongli cut his wrist.

Although the younger brother is a flawless body, his blood does have many benefits for forging this divine sword, but how can the divine sword be forged so easily.

Song Hongli may not only lose his skills this time, but also his life span...

In ancient times, swordsmiths sacrificed so many boys and girls alive to sacrifice that sword.

Although this sword is not as fierce as it is, how can it require less blood.

Ling Yiting stared closely at Jianfan, watching the melt inside was dyed a little bit by Song Hongli's blood, showing a strange red color, he was afraid that Song Hongli had left an extra drop of blood.

The wrist is a very sensitive place, otherwise, how would anyone commit suicide by cutting their wrists.

Now, he is the same as those who committed suicide.

Song Hongli had the expectation that a lot of blood would be left, and when he cut the wound, he cut it a little harder.

The wound was deep, and there was a strong smell of blood.

The bone-piercing pain pierced straight from the wrist into Song Hongli's brain, and now his arms are shaking from blood loss and his face is horribly pale.

"Hi..." Song Hongli half bent over unbearable, his right hand propped up the corner of the table, but his left hand still insisted on trembling above the sword fan.

His condition is not very good, he is a little uncomfortable, and now he wants to swipe the sword directly on his neck.

After all, he is an immortal body, and his body will return to its best state after being resurrected.

But the fact that he is immortal cannot be easily exposed, so he can only endure this discomfort now.

"Junior Brother Song!"

On the other side, Ling Yiting looked anxious, he didn't know whether to stop Song Hongli or to insist on him.

If you give up, you will be in vain with so much blood.

But if it continues, Song Hongli's body....

Song Hongli began to feel all the Spirit Power in his body flowing out to his left wrist, leaking into the sword fan along the wound.

There seemed to be a bottomless pit there, greedily sucking the pure Spirit Power from him.

"Senior brother..." Song Hongli called with a trembling voice.

"Yes, if you persist a little longer, it will be fine soon, it will be fine soon..." Ling Yiting hurriedly comforted.

"Senior brother..." Song Hongli closed his eyes, sweat dripping from his forehead, "Help me.

Ling Yiting held Song Hongli's arm, and looked at the blood that was about to dye his entire hand red, and couldn't bear it: "Junior Brother Song, don't, don't continue, just give up, you can't bear it!"

"I can......"

Ling Yiting began to pull Song Hongli: "No, you'll hurt badly if you go on like this. Give it up, give it up, it's a big deal, don't want this sword anymore, senior brother will make you another one."

Song Hongli felt that Ling Yiting was pulling him away from the sword fan, and he used the Spirit Power he had left in his palms, and suddenly pushed Ling Yiting away a few feet, swinging a layer of Spirit Power protection around him.

His face was pale from the loss of blood, and his body was so weak that The next moment would pass out.

Ling Yiting couldn't get close, and looked anxious: "Junior Brother Song, are you crazy? A sword, is it worth it? Stop! Stop! You will take your own life into it!

But after a brief pause, the clouds over the Qingbo Peak of Xuanlingzong surging.

The color of the cloud also gradually changed from white to bright gold, and the golden airflows staggered and shuttled on the surface of the cloud like a group of flood dragons going out to sea.

The faint sound of dragon roar is constantly, shocking!

At this moment, in Ling Yiting's sword-casting stone house, in the blue furnace flame wrapped in the cyan-gold casting furnace, a long sword with a whole body of purplish red has taken shape.

The body of the sword is slender, four feet three inches long, and the sword darts, which are shaped like burning flames, are half and half, tightly connecting the hilt and the body of the sword.

Looking down from the top of the casting furnace, the sword body was full of golden halo.

Outside the halo, a layer of purple-red flames floated in vain, and even the originally calcined blue flames couldn't break through the arrogance of this body protector, and was blocked from the outside.

Looking at the purple-red divine sword formed in front of him, bright golden smoke almost filled the entire stone house.

Then, a clear 823 Yue sword sounded.

In the blue furnace flame, the Divine Sword began to cry before it was born.

The extremely spiritual sword body trembled, even Ling Yi Ting could not stop it, and even the Spirit Power running the whole body still couldn't stop the sword body from trembling.

It looks like this sword is about to be finished!

"Enough, Junior Brother Song has had enough, it has solidified, stop!

Seeing this, Ling Yiting was overjoyed and hurriedly told Song Hongli to stop.

Lingxu Peak, one of the twelve peaks of Xuantian and the head of the twelve peaks of Xuantian, has always been managed by the Sect Leader of each generation.

At this time, Lingxu Peak, which was about to fall into the night, was very quiet.

The haze that was originally haunting has been dyed with a haze-like color by the coming darkness.

The entire mountain, which is about a thousand feet high, is surrounded by four slightly shorter peaks and countless other large and small peaks surrounded by stars like the moon.

Like an emperor, he overlooks his long-worshiping subjects.

At the top of the peak, in front of a quaint white stone Great Hall, four Daoist figures stand quietly.

The orientation here is the best, and you can easily look down at the many areas around Lingxu Peak.

Among the five, the leader was a white-haired old man in a blue robe.

This old man's expression was indifferent, but between his eyes closed, a pair of dark pupils almost swallowed all the light, and his hands were naturally behind his back.

The whole body exudes a majestic momentum, which makes people feel awe at first glance.