Sky Surveying Demon Hunt

Chapter 855 Flying Sword (for Subscription)

Lin Ji and Lu Zhaoer glanced at each other and followed in.

The entrance of the cave was very small at the beginning, only allowing one person to pass through, but after walking three or four zhang, it suddenly became clear that it had a radius of one hundred zhang.

There are fifteen or sixteen large stoves built next to the stone wall, and there are no charcoal, kerosene and other things piled up below, but the flames are burning vigorously, and even many of them are light blue. Heavy fire.

On the wall on the other side, there are various finished and semi-finished weapons, armors, or various parts that have no obvious use at all.

But in this huge stone room, there were actually only two people.

A dwarf little old man with pockmarks all over his face, less than three feet tall, with a young apprentice of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Master Ou!" Fang Yunshan shook the bag from a long distance away, and the Yuanjing that was deliberately shaken rattled.

The little old man turned around, but he didn't look at the money bag, let alone Fang Yunshan, but looked straight at Lu Zhaoer.

Seeing that Lu Zhaoer was very uncomfortable, Lin Ji was also very dissatisfied.

He said to himself: "Zhao'er is indeed very beautiful, which is rare in the world. But you old man is too rude, so you are a bit bold?"

Just as Lin Ji was about to make a sound, he saw the little old man raise his hand.

With a whoosh, the big knife slung around Lu Zhaoer's waist came out of its sheath without warning, and fell straight into the old man's hand.

"This kind of mundane scum deserves to be included in my Mingguang Mansion? It's so dirty!" The little old man said with a look of disgust, then he waved his hand and threw the big knife into the stove.

After a few blows, the tongue of flames rose wildly, and instantly melted the knife into a pool of bright red molten iron.

This little old man's cultivation is not weak, but he is only at the peak of the sixth realm.But he was able to snatch Lu Zhaoer's knife in front of Lin Ji, of course he is not someone to take it easy!
"My..." Lu Zhaoer wanted to shout when she saw the big knife melted, but Fang Yunshan gave her a hard wink, and quickly put it away.

The little old man picked up an octagonal sledgehammer that was bigger than his head, and landed in front of the furnace in a flash.

"Start the furnace!"

Following his loud shout, three or four big claws covered with golden hooks protruded from the top of the stove, quickly grabbed the tongs, picked up the molten iron and dropped it on the iron felt.

when!
Dangdang!
The little old man knocked and smashed repeatedly as if no one was there, the echoes were clear and sweet, reverberating in the cave for a long time.

Until then, Lin Ji didn't know.

But I misunderstood him, so I was not looking at Lu Zhaoer just now, but because her knife was so bad that I couldn't bear it!
Just like when a master sculptor sees someone using high-quality sheep white jade to make a table plinth, it is always uncomfortable not to repair it himself.

This is quite in line with the strict and meticulous style of the Mingguang Mansion.

Soon, following the old man's beating, the molten iron solidified and formed the shape of a knife.

Put it into the fire and then melt it, press it down and knock it again.

After repeated several times, the knife was very different from the original.

"soaking!"

The old man shouted again, holding the long knife between his two sharp claws, he plunged straight into the blue water standing beside him.

Noisy!
White smoke rises, sizzling.

There are faint roars of tigers and dragons coming from inside!

"Success!" The old man waved his hand, and the treasured sword came out of the water to draw a long rainbow.

With a whoosh, it fell into the sheath around Lu Zhao'er's waist tightly.

Fang Yunshan said with a smile: "Master Ou helped you back out of the oven again, let's see how this new knife is?"

Hearing this, Lu Zhaoer grasped the knife spring and exerted a little force.

There was a fierce dragon chant and a long roar to meet the sky.

The knife turned into a blue light and suddenly appeared.

pointed like teeth,
back like a mountain,
The sun and the moon are reflected by the cold on both sides,
Cut the sky and the universe with one blade.

Whoosh!

Lu Zhaoer was overjoyed, and swiped it several times, the wind of the knife roared and the dragons sang, and the cold light shone and the green shadows gathered away.

In an instant, Lu Zhaoer's strength seemed to have suddenly improved several levels!
"Good knife!" Lin Ji couldn't help but praise loudly.

"Master Xie!" Lu Zhaoer put the knife into its sheath full of joy and bowed deeply to the little old man.

But this time, the little old man didn't even look at her, turned to Fang Yunshan and said, "Brother Fang, you have come here again and again, and you are sincere and trustworthy. I can't be too stingy, the knife was just a gift."

He raised his hand and said, "Where's the money!"

"Here it is!" Fang Yunshan waved his hand and threw the money bag over.

The little old man lifted it up in his hand, threw it back, and still gave it to the little apprentice, and then shouted: "Raise the sword!"

As soon as he drank it, hundreds of sharp hooks and long claws that were exactly the same as those holding the tongs just now stretched out from the top of the hole.

Holding a pair of sharp swords shining with cold light, they passed out from the depths of the cave.

Those swords, some are wider, some are narrower, some are longer, some are shorter, they are in various poses and shapes, and there is no such thing as the same.

The sharp swords fell in front of the little old man one after another, and then the cold light flashed and turned into the size of embroidery needles, hanging in the air.

One handle after another, as fast as thunder, faster and faster.

As the last sword fell into it, many embroidery needles crackled and suddenly merged into one, forming a projectile the size of a goose egg with more than a hundred angles.

The little old man stretched out his hand to grab it, and the projectile turned into a five-foot long sword again. He casually drew two sword flowers, and threw it to Fang Yunshan far away with a flick of his hand.

Fang Yunshan reached out to catch it, but his arm sank and he almost let go.

Lin Ji couldn't help being surprised, this thing was as light as a grass stick in the old man's hand, and Fang Yunshan's cultivation at the peak of Taoism was almost too heavy to hold it? !
It seems that this is not the power of cultivation, but it should be related to the way the old man practiced and the metal weapon.

So it's easy!
Fang Yunshan's complexion became serious, holding the sword firmly in his hand, his face full of unconcealable joy, he said to the little old man with a smile: "Master Ou, thank you very much! I'll try it first!"

As soon as the words fell, he didn't even bother to say hello to Lin Ji and Lu Zhao'er, turned into a stream of light, and went straight out of the cave.

Lin Ji and Lu Zhaoer saluted the old man again, and followed closely behind.

I saw Fang Yunshan standing in mid-air, holding a sword in one hand, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was planning something carefully.

Suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Scatter!"

Whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh!
Streams of light flew out from the sword in his hand.

The streamer flew out and turned into a sword light, one after another, like a long river surging and meteors raining down.

The entire sky is full of flying swords, and the eyes are full of sword lights!

Sword sounds came and went, and sword shadows separated and interlaced.

Fang Yunshan stood proudly amidst the rain of thousands of swords, pointing at things, lashing out at the north and south, it was really majestic!

"Hahahaha!" Half a moment later, Fang Yunshan couldn't help being ecstatic in his heart, and laughed loudly, "It's wonderful! This time the Tao can be expected!"

"Sword!" Fang Yunshan shouted again, and the sword rain rushed back and returned to one place again.

Concentrated, Fang Yunshan slowly raised his arm, and was about to strike hard again.

"Brother Fang, stay here!"

Fang Yunshan's sword was raised high, and before it fell, he heard a sudden shout from a distance.

(End of this chapter)