War Emperor

Lin Han was stunned. In the light group in front of him was the figure of a withered black robe old man. His eyes were deep and he carried the strength of the years. It seemed to flow gently, and it was like ten thousand years, very mysterious and terrifying. .

This is Hong's ontological form?

"Boy, what is your look, even though I am a tool spirit, can't I have a form?" Hong seemed to notice Lin Han's thoughts and couldn't help but glance at him.

"Of course not, just surprised that the old man with you is actually a human form." Lin Han smiled.

"The world is all souls, and the human form is the most suitable for the avenue. However, all creatures with metamorphic forms will of course choose the human form. This is not surprising." Hong shook his head.

Although human life span is short, the potential is endless.

This is why, in the early days of ancient times, human beings were turned around from the fate of some brutal beasts, blood-eaters and slaves, and became masters of the mainland.

Therefore, the human body is recognized by all souls, the best form!

"Okay, let's get started." Hong waved his hand without explaining much. Then he flicked his fingers and made a bang. A large black flame suddenly rose up in the prehistoric sword-forging furnace, and it burned.

These flames are terrifying, and even those who are strong in the celestial and human realm may instantly burn to ashes and cease to exist.

But at the moment it is burning in the furnace, but there is no heat wave outside, which is very strange.

Now the sword forging furnace, because nine ancient tripods were swallowed in the Palace of the Gods of War, the injury has obviously recovered and the cracks are almost repaired. If you don’t watch carefully, you can’t find it at all, and the breath will be much more terrifying before. In front of it, it is like an ancient relic that runs through the years of history, making people feel refreshed and can't help but awe.

Lin Han clenched some fists and began to watch with curiosity.

He had also roughly studied the art of sword-making. Now Hong is making swords. It is a scene that countless sword-making furnaces have never seen since ancient times.

Of course he also wanted to see the process of Hong forging a sword.

"Hey, kid, if you want to learn my sword-making technique, you should stop thinking about it. My skills are not something you can understand." Hong smiled a little smugly, and then, with a stroke of his palm, Wan Hen's cold water, lied. The heart of wood and the three fire spirits were thrown into the sword-making furnace by him.

boom!

In an instant, under the burning of the black flame, the three materials began to melt and merge quickly.

Lin Han was dumbfounded in an instant, this speed is too fast, as far as he knows, some sword casting furnaces, it takes a long time to melt the materials. After all, the better the materials, the more troublesome it will melt.

And Hong almost melted all three materials in a single thought, and let the different attributes merge with each other without any conflict, leaving him in a daze.

It is estimated that even the legendary sword-making king would be dumbfounded and shocked when he saw Hong's sword-making progress.

"The melting and fusion of materials most test the basic skills of the swordsmith and the flame of the furnace. The stronger the two, the faster the speed. I was born to make swords. The basic skills are naturally extraordinary. The flame in this furnace is "Heaven and Earth Under Fire" is not in the top ten sky fire list, and even the top three may not be comparable to the degree of hegemony, so I can blend the materials with one thought. Just by this point, hey, I am afraid it is the so-called The emperor of swordsmithing must also bow down to the wind."

Hong said proudly.

Lin Han slapped his lips, the emperor of swordsmithing was the top swordsmith in the past. According to legend, he refining the sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers as soldiers, the method is incredible, almost good fortune.

Even the five emperors of the ancient times, facing the emperor of the sword, they must be polite.

Hong's casual tone seemed to be talking about an ordinary person, with a disdainful taste, causing his mouth to twitch.

This guy really deserves to be a artifact left over from the ancient times.

The origin is indeed amazing.

"Okay, the next step is forging. The skill of a swordsmith is high and profound. The most important thing is this. The higher the skill, the more the texture of the forged weapon fits the road and the stronger the power, and vice versa. This set of forging methods of mine is different from ordinary swordsmiths using forging hammers. It is forged with "mind". It is a method that is close to "dao realm." Let it go."

Hong continued to say something, and then he closed his eyes.

The next moment, a shocking scene appeared.

I saw that in the furnace, as if there were countless invisible sledgehammers, they began to forge those materials, forging out the impurities little by little, creating the shape of a sword.

Those "invisible sledgehammers" were produced by Hong's mind. They lifted weights lightly, and were more agile and unrestrained than when ordinary swordsmiths were forging soldiers.

Moreover, in the furnace, there were mountains and rivers, the people of the country, and so on. Some visions appeared, injected into the sword embryo, as if they were absorbing some mysterious power, making the breath of the sword embryo more terrifying.

"It seems that even if Hong is seriously injured, he is not at the peak, at least he still has a water product equivalent to the King of Swordsman."

Lin Han regretted that when the sword was being forged, there was a vision of mountains and rivers. This was indeed the symbol of the sword-making king. It was like this when Master Xu made weapons, but it has long since become a legend. Now that Hong is refining with his hand, there is such a kind of atmosphere. It is unimaginable how high and deep the sword can be.

If this scene is seen by some famous swordsmiths, it is estimated that the whole body will tremble with excitement, and kneel down like a treasure.

For them, Hong's forging techniques and random details are infinite treasures, and it is a lifetime blessing to be able to watch them.

"Keng!"

The last sound of the sky sword being unsheathed.

The sledgehammer hit about a hundred hammers, and the embryo of this sword finally took shape, turned into a sword of cold light and exquisiteness, with a terrifying death passing by.

As soon as this sword was released, there was a terrifying cold air that overflowed, making the entire room, like the twelfth lunar winter, the temperature became biting and extremely cold.

Lin Han couldn't help being taken aback. There was a bit of amazement in his eyes. The bearing of this sword was so extraordinary. No matter his strength, he felt a strong threat. Weapons will be as crisp as a piece of paper, vulnerable to a blow.

Even his physical body cannot bear it.

"Have you succeeded?" Lin Han swallowed and said.

"Well, it has been successful. The grade of this sword should be higher than ordinary Celestial Realm weapons." Hong just glanced at it lightly and said lazily.

This appearance seemed to be facing a gadget that was easily refined, and was not taken to heart.

If it is known to others, it would be enough for countless peerless powerhouses to **** a weapon of the Celestial and Human Realm level that would be snatched by the dimly slaying enemies, and let it be treated so casually, I don't know what expression it would make.