Douluo Promise

Vicente took the blood garnet and a number of rare metals given by Zao Wuji and began to forge a sword for him. The blood garnet stimulated Vicent quite a lot.

When Zao Wou-ki took out the piece of blood garnet, Vicente's gray eyes turned blood red, and he vowed on the spot to forge a unique sword for Zao Wou-ki.

However, due to the overabundance of rare metals, even Vicente, the contemporary patriarch of the Hyde family and one of the few casting masters in the world, also expressed that it would take time.

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After three months,

"Big Nose! Come and pull the bellows~" Vicente shouted loudly, and a strong man with a big nose hurried forward to pull the bellows.

Vicente took out a gleaming dagger and slashed his arm, and his blood suddenly began to spurt out as if it was free of charge.

He hung his arms downward over the stove, and his blood immediately flowed into the fire. What was strange was that his blood burned violently when it encountered the flames.

The dense white flames began to spurt out continuously, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose again. The hemogarnet began to continuously dissolve, forming a small pool of blood that was continuously melted into the embryo of a sword.

When Vicente saw that this small pool of blood was about to be completely integrated, he thought to himself: "That's it now~"

He reached out and held a pair of fire tongs to clamp the sword embryo, and began to cast it regularly with his two master craftsmen.

Another half month passed, and on this day, Zhao Wuji's sword was almost finished.

At this time, the sword was already a dark red all over, and Zhao Wuji looked at it with excitement.

This is the sword that will accompany her for the rest of her life. Xiaoyue also felt the ups and downs of her elder brother's mood, and stretched out her big head to rub Zhao Wuji's waist.

"Hurry~ now~" Vicente shouted to Zhao Wuji, who knew that there was no need to delay at this moment.

Cut his wrist as fast as possible and let his blood drip on the sword.

"Chi~" A sound of chi sounded continuously, and a layer of blood mist began to float on the sword.

"Buzz--" The sword trembled and buzzed, and an invisible wave began to sweep past. Zhao Wuji paused for a moment, followed by ecstasy.

Just now, Zhao Wuji felt the fluctuation of the long-lost space law. Although it was very weak, Zhao Wuji felt it clearly.

This was the first time that Zao Wuji felt the fluctuation of space in the Panlong World. It was fleeting but extremely clear.

"Whoosh~" Suddenly the sword rose into the sky, and the situation in the sky changed suddenly.Several dark clouds began to cover the sky, and a sense of depression arose.

"Boom~" Thunder sounded, and several bolts of lightning struck the sword at the same time.

As if it was rehearsed, the lightning struck the sword one after another, as if it was being cast for the last time.

At this moment, the power of heaven and earth seems to have taken off its own veil, and it is intuitively and straightforwardly presented to everyone's eyes.

The sound of thunder kept beating like war drums, and the terrifying power of the thunder and lightning carriers kept cutting through the sky.

Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment. The world seemed to completely envelope Zao Wuji in an instant, but it also seemed to exclude Zhao Wuji.

Dark clouds cover the sky, the sky is gloomy, thunder rolls, and lightning flashes~

Zhao Wuji felt that he had suddenly mastered something. This was a wonderful state, where he could arouse the power of heaven and earth with just a single movement of his hands.

He knew that he was lucky. This was the power of heaven and earth. He understood the power of heaven and earth!

A kind of divine and enlightening understanding comes to my heart. This is a kind of understanding that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

Finally the lightning and thunder began to dissipate, and the dark clouds in the sky began to disappear.The sun once again shone on the earth, and only then did Zao Wou-Ki wake up from that special realization.

Vicente's eyes were filled with tears at this time. Even though his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, he didn't care at all at this time.

"Whoosh~" Zao Wuki's sword automatically flew into Zhao Wuki's hand. With a slight tremor, Zhao Wuki could feel that his sword was conveying a joyful emotion to him.

After taking a closer look, I discovered that the sword was now completely black, no longer the dark red it was just now, but the sharpness and sharpness on it were many times more powerful.

Vicente's lips trembled with excitement and he rushed forward desperately, caressing her like he was caressing his beloved woman.

Zhao Wuji understood Vicente's excitement, because this sword was not only beyond Vicente's expectation, but also beyond his own expectation.

Perhaps this is the most perfect work in Vicente's life as a master caster. For a caster, it is comparable to their life.

"Give him a name?" A slightly trembling voice came from Vicente's throat.

"Tianchu~" Zhao Wuji said decisively, "Tianchu with the sword, let us fight together and write new poems together~"

"Qiang~" The sword vibrated in response to Zhao Wuji. Vicente reluctantly let go of his hand and said: "Heavenly Punishment, can you be as powerful as the wrath of the sky and kill all powerful enemies? What a good name~"

Zhao Wuji looked at the old man who had lost a lot of blood from forging Tianchu. Perhaps this sword was the last weapon he would forge in his life.

Zhao Wuji expressed his sincere gratitude to Vicente. A few days later, Zhao Wuji and Xiaoyue said goodbye to Vicente and headed back to the Warcraft Mountains where they had been away for a long time.