Douluo's first sword

"Title Douluo!!!"

Fang Xuan was horrified, feeling a terrifying and murderous aura like a monster, and his whole body was trembling involuntarily.

He had experienced this kind of perverted and murderous aura from Dugu Boyou, so he was deeply impressed, and he immediately realized that it came from a titled Douluo.

what happened? !

How come the Titled Douluo appears here? !

Surprised, some eyes cast forward, and a gray figure gradually appeared in front of them.

There was an old man in his sixties, with a high crown and a beard, wearing a red robe. The kind of terrifying murderous aura like a wild beast emanated from the old man in red robe.

Title level!

Absolute title level!

Fang Xuan swallowed hard, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Under this terrifying and murderous aura, he didn't even dare to take a breath.

Beside the old man in red robe, there were more than a dozen young men in their twenties, all soul masters. Although their auras were far less terrifying than the old man in red robe, they were all very powerful.

"A group of soul sects!!!"

Fang Xuan's eyelids twitched wildly. All of these people were actually powerful soul sects, and one or two of them had aura far beyond that of the soul sect. They had probably reached the realm of five-ring soul kings.

As expected of the titled Douluo, he led the team. Even the soldiers were above the Soul Sect, and they were terrifyingly strong.

Led by the old man in red robe, this group of people surrounded the dilapidated blacksmith shop, and not even a fly could escape.

In the center of the encirclement, the old madman, with disheveled hair, was still immersed in blacksmithing, as if he didn't even notice that he was surrounded.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The hammer hit the unformed iron embryo, causing sparks to fly, causing the dim room to flicker on and off, and the clear sound of metal collision, which was particularly harsh in such a dead atmosphere!

Hey Hey hey! What exactly is going on? !

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and looked at the room full of strong men, feeling as if he had accidentally walked into a wolf's den. He did not dare to act rashly and stayed where he was without saying a word.

One hour, two hours... Time passed quietly, but there were more than a dozen peerless strong men in the whole room, silent and motionless, all remaining silent, as if waiting for something.

In this ancient blacksmith shop, the old madman was concentrating on forging weapons alone.

We waited for three hours, until early in the morning.

"Almost!"

The old man in red robe stood with his hands behind his back, casting his cold eyes on the old lunatic's hand. On top of the hard-forged, newly formed black long knife, he said: "This knife... is very good!"

There was praise from a titled Douluo. The old madman's wrinkled face showed a touch of relief and a smile. He was caressing this black knife that was as black as ink, but sharp and sharp!

"Well, this is the best knife I have made in these years!" the old madman said with satisfaction.

"It seems to have surpassed ordinary famous swords!" said the old man in red robe.

"Not bad!" The smile on the old madman's face became even stronger.

"But it's still an ordinary thing!!!" the old man in red robe said coldly.

The old madman was silent.

"You don't really want to create an artifact, do you?"

The old man in red robe looked at the old madman coldly, with a look of contempt on his lips: "How can we mortals, even if we spend our whole lives, create a divine weapon? There are gods above level 100. Only those who are qualified to possess the supreme weapon!"

"It's true. For ten years, I haven't made a magical weapon. Now that I have this knife, I have made the best knife in the past ten years!"

The old madman raised the long knife as black as ink and said: "The name of this knife is, Black Knife - Cutting Water!"

Black Knife·Broken Water!

Fang Xuan's heart froze, his eyes fixed on the black knife, filled with excitement and desire.

Nice knife!

Excellent knife!

As a swordsman, Fang Xuan was very familiar with swords. He could see at a glance how powerful the black sword Duanshui the old madman had just made was!

In terms of quality, it is even better than his white sword Wuying!

"Little madman, it's unfortunate that you're here. I have a guest here tonight!"

The old madman raised his head and glanced at Fang Xuan at the door.

"Well, I think so. I'm sorry to disturb your old friends' reminiscing. You can continue chatting. I'll leave first, Goodbye~"

Fang Xuan smiled at everyone and waved his little hand, preparing to grease the soles of his feet and leave immediately.

call out!call out!

The next moment, two black shadows flashed, and two indifferent men flew through the void like lightning, and instantly arrived in front of Fang Xuanyou, blocking his way.

Four brilliant soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple and purple emerged from the two of them, and the powerful aura belonging to the soul sect burst out, pressing towards Fang Xuan like a hurricane.

"cut!"

Fang Xuan couldn't help but frown, knowing that he couldn't sneak away. He carefully felt the auras of these two soul sects. The soul power rippling around them was extremely powerful, and they were probably above level 48!

These guys are all high-ranking soul sects, and their soul power is much stronger than Fang Xuan!

"Now that you're here, don't leave..."

The red-robed old man's faint words reached his ears, and Fang Xuanyou's expression suddenly became very ugly. He really didn't know what kind of luck he had, and he met a titled Douluo as soon as he went out!

"Okay, considering our decades of friendship, I've been waiting for you to finish this knife, so that's enough fun!"

The red-robed old man stared at the old lunatic coldly, and said in a deep voice: "I believe that this black sword Duanshui will be passed down through the ages, and it will be your legacy as "Sword Douluo"!"

The old madman's long gray hair was disheveled and his eyes were as deep as the starry sky. He said, "Then I accept your good advice, Blood Douluo!"

Before they finished speaking, the two of them were like two boiling volcanoes, erupting their soul power together. Their terrifying and murderous aura almost condensed into substance, tearing this ancient blacksmith shop into pieces!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, nine brilliant soul rings rose from the soles of the red-robed old man's feet, and the bright light instantly illuminated the dark starry sky.

At the same time, the old madman's gray hair danced, and his deep eyes bloomed with blazing light. They were yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black. They were exactly the same as the red-robed old man. He had nine soul rings, which were drawn from his body. emerge.

"Two... Titled Douluo!"

Fang Xuan was shocked!

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