Slaughter the sky against the dragon

Chapter 862, Artifact Master

"let's start."

Long Buqi raised the Heaven Killing Sword.

hum!
The boundless sword intent rises.

boom!
Slashed directly, separating the void.

The old Taoist's face changed slightly, and he quickly raised the Pure Yang Blood Sword.

The refiners stared at this scene closely, whether the spliced ​​Heaven Slaughter Sword or the Pure Yang Blood Sword was stronger, and who is the number one refiner today is among the ten swords.

when!
The Heaven Slaughter Sword and the Pure Yang Blood Sword collided fiercely, splashing a large amount of sparks, and there was an ear-piercing trill!
hum!
The Chunyang Blood Sword trembled and almost flew away from the old Taoist's hands. His entire body was pushed back, and his face flushed unhealthily.

"It seems that the news that he defeated Xuantian Dragon Emperor is true. Although he is only an eighth-level Heavenly King, his real strength is not weaker than any Heavenly Emperor!"

"Regardless of which one is stronger, the Heaven Slaughter Sword or the Pure Yang Blood Sword, his strength alone is admirable. He deserves to be the strongest in the ancient times."
The blacksmiths were shocked when they saw the young man's sword knocking back the Heaven Forging Master. Since ancient times, how many people can defeat the Heavenly Emperor with an eighth-level Heavenly King.

"Second sword."

Long Buqi looked indifferent, and slashed out with a sword again.

The sword is not used to kill the enemy, but to prove to the Heaven Killing Sword!

when!
Fighting with the Pure Yang Blood Sword, the entire fire field trembled, and the old Taoist was shocked back again.

puff!
He was coughing up blood, his face was pale, and his body was on the verge of falling. Only then did he understand how terrifying this young man's strength is, and he can already pose a threat to any Heavenly Emperor. The news of defeating Xuantian Dragon Emperor may not be as simple as the rumors.

However, Tangtang Tiandi was suppressed by an eighth-rank heavenly king, which made him feel ashamed.

Even though the Heaven Slaughter Dragon Emperor is the most powerful person in the ancient times, and he is not an ordinary emperor, it still makes him unable to tolerate the current situation.

"cut!"

The old Taoist no longer passively received the sword, but took the initiative to attack, and cut out the third sword.

boom!
It contains his Mahayana sword way, and the sword energy runs through the entire fire field!
"Good come."

Long Buqi's gaze was fixed, and the Heaven Slaughter Sword slashed across to meet the attack.

when!
The two swords crossed and collided, and the ear-piercing trembling sound pierced through gold and cracked stones, making all the flames in the fire area sway.

The young man's body swayed slightly, but he stabilized. However, the old Taoist was sent flying again, his arms trembled, as if he had lost consciousness, and his face was frighteningly pale.

Everyone clicked their tongues, the eighth-rank heavenly king forced the heavenly emperor to be in such a mess, what kind of combat power is this!
"Fourth sword, be careful, I will go all out."

Long Buqi looked indifferent, and stepped out against the dragon.

boom!boom!boom!
Every step falls, the momentum rises steadily, and the entire fire field shakes.

Roar!
Transform the Dragon Emperor's Nine Forms into the Heaven Slaughter Sword, transform the divine power into a battle dragon, and roar out the sky-shattering dragon chant.

The old Taoist's face was ashen, and he regretted endlessly. He should not have provoked this young man. No matter whether his Pure Yang Blood Sword can beat the Heaven Slaughter Sword or not. live.

boom!
He hastily evolved the way of the sword to the extreme, and met the enemy as if facing a big enemy.

Click! .
However, he still couldn't stand it, and was blown away again, and a gap appeared in the Pure Yang Blood Sword.

"The Heaven Slaughter Sword is worthy of being the number one imperial weapon in the ancient times. It cut through the Pure Yang Blood Sword with just four swords!"

"This is just a spliced ​​Heaven Slaughter Sword. The perfect Heaven Slaughter Sword in the ancient times will only be more terrifying!".
The blacksmiths were in an uproar.

"The fifth sword."

Just cutting a gap, Long Buqi was not satisfied, and cut out with another sword.

Click! .
With a crisp sound, the Pure Yang Blood Sword broke into two pieces.

"Your sword has already been broken, the victory and defeat have been divided, and the remaining five swords are useless."

Long Buqi held the Heaven Slaughter Sword horizontally in satisfaction, and pointed like a sword, stroked it slowly, without a trace.

The old Taoist had a gloomy face and said nothing.

Whose sword is stronger is known to all.

After the news spread, he no longer had the face to cast in this life.

For a refiner, this is worse than killing him. Moreover, he is not an ordinary refiner, but a master of a generation, and he regards casting as more important than life.

"My Heaven Slaughter Sword was cast in ancient times, not now, it was just spliced ​​together, so, strictly speaking, you didn't lose, so it's a tie, how about it?"

Long Buqi looked indifferent, and found a step for the old Taoist to get off.

He has no grievances with the old Taoist, and there is no need for the old Taoist to give up casting forever.

The old Taoist only provoked him in order to compete for the title of the number one refiner, and he was not considered a treacherous person.

As the most powerful person in the ancient times, he has seen many people who love fame, so he doesn't care too much.

"I don't need your pity, what kind of person I am, I will do what I say, and I will never touch the casting with my hands, and I will no longer be a casting master!"

The old Taoist snorted coldly. If he cheated, the spread of this matter would make him notorious. This is unacceptable to him, and he would rather retain the last bit of dignity of the world's number one craftsman.

"I've already said that the Heaven Slaughter Sword was forged in the ancient times. At that time, my cultivation was at its peak, and my forging technique also reached its peak. It's a bit unfair for you to lose, but my current forging technique is still at its peak. Didn't reach the top, was about the same as you, you didn't lose."

Long Buqi frowned slightly. He didn't expect the old Taoist to be so stubborn. He had already given the steps, but the old Taoist was unwilling to go down.

"Master Forging Heaven, it is not shameful to lose to the Heaven Slaughter Dragon Emperor who was at his peak in the ancient times. There is no need to give up casting."

"In today's era, Master Forging Heaven is still the number one craftsman in the world.".
The craftsmen also persuaded one after another, unwilling to see a generation of masters in the crafts world close the mountain, which would be a huge loss to the crafts world.

"Thank you for your kind words of persuasion, but if you lose, you lose. How can I, Liantian, never admit defeat? No need to say more."

The old Taoist looked firm, but he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes. Not being able to touch casting in this life is hard for any craftsman with faith to give up.

How many day and night swing the forging hammer?
Looking at the gorgeous Mars, I was fascinated.

How many spring, summer, autumn and winter have worked hard to study the inscription patterns?
Just to match the most suitable characteristics to the appliance.

Watching every piece of utensils coming out of the oven, I was as happy as a child, forgetting the fame and fortune in the world.

This is the belief of a craftsman, and also the persistence of pursuing the ultimate forging technique. Does it mean that you can let go if you let it go?
The old Taoist stooped to pick up the broken sword, turned around and left silently, his back was a little bleak, he seemed to have aged a lot, forging was his life, but at this moment he was drained, and the rest of his life lacked the most brilliant brilliance .

Long Buqi opened his mouth and smiled wryly. After all, he didn't know what to say, and it was probably too late to say anything. For the old Taoist, refining weapons is a sacred belief. Since he lost, he will definitely abide by it. See Seeing a generation of master craftsmen seal the mountain, he also felt uncomfortable. If he had known this would be the result, he should not have fought for who would win. Since ancient times, how many people have been harmed for the title of number one.

(End of this chapter)