Mission system is a bit skinny

Chapter 472
Due to the special texture of Beihai cold iron, it cannot be smelted by ground fire. After discussing with Lin Qianjun, the three swordsmiths decided to use sword power combined with beating forging to shape it.

This method is currently the fastest and most likely to succeed.

After the three swordsmiths and Lin Qianjun drew up the blueprints, they began to work.

Xia Lie was the first to go up.

He is only over 120 years old, and looks like a middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s. He is considered young among the three swordsmiths, and his cultivation level has reached the peak of a great swordsman. The sword power in his body is strong, and his stamina should be the strongest. .

He wielded a heavy hammer made of hundred-forged black iron in his hand, and the clanging sound resounded throughout. While beating the cold iron rhythmically, he used his own sword power to shape it.

After persisting for three hours, Xia Lie retreated. His hands were already red from the cold, and the cold iron in the North Sea was too cold, even with sword power to protect him.

"I have to take a break, it's up to you." Xia Lie shook his hands, and retreated to the ground fire furnace to rest.

"Leave it to me." Zhuang Tong nodded, stepped forward to pick up the black iron heavy hammer, and walked to the forging platform.

The tinkling sound sounded again, and after two hours, Zhuang Tong also retreated.

The sword power in his body has been exhausted, and because of his old age and frailty, his performance at this time is not as good as Xia Lie.

Without saying a word, Zhuang Tong went directly to Xia Lie and sat cross-legged, and began to take medicine to recover.

Seeing this, Mou Qiulian picked up the heavy hammer and began to beat the cold iron.

Mou Qiulian is three points older than Zhuang Tong. She is now more than 180 years old, and her vitality and blood have decayed to the extreme. It can be said that she was swallowed up by the loess to her neck, and she may collapse anytime, anywhere.

But even so, when she saw that she could forge a divine sword, she still participated in it without hesitation.

At this time, Mou Qiulian was showing Lin Qianjun her forging skills.

All three of them knew that this time the main force would be Lin Qianjun, so they let Lin Qianjun be the third.

It is to show Lin Qianjun all his skills and let him learn in the process.

An hour later, Mou Qiulian slammed down the last hammer, put down the heavy black iron hammer in her hand, and vomited out a mouthful of cold mist.

Lin Qianjun stepped forward and said, "Grandma Mou!!"

"It's okay, did you understand everything just now?" Mou Qiulian suppressed the discomfort and waved to Lin Qianjun.

"The students have already memorized everything." Lin Qianjun nodded.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Mou Qiulian nodded.

After finishing speaking, she also staggered towards the ground fire furnace.

Seeing this, Lin Qianjun couldn't help but sighed.

The cold mist that Mou Qiulian vomited just now was obviously caused by the chill of the cold iron that hurt her lungs. With Mou Qiulian's current age and physique, the sword casting this time may be a swan song.

Lin Qianjun has no right to stop this. After all, if you look at it from another angle, if it were him, he would be very willing to devote his last life to the work that he dedicated his life to.

Lin Qianjun set his eyes on the cold iron, stepped forward quickly, and directly reached out to grab the heavy hammer made of hundred-forged black iron.

As soon as the hand sank, the sword power surged in Lin Qianjun's body, and he finally picked it up.

This heavy hammer was continuously forged by generations of swordsmiths in Zhujian Villa. In terms of weight alone, it has reached more than four hundred catties.

And its quality has already reached the red quality, if it is not for casting the Excalibur, it is absolutely impossible to invite it out.

At this time, the heavy hammer had passed through three people back and forth, beating on the cold iron for more than five hours, and it was almost completely eroded by the cold.

Lin Qianjun could also feel the coldness coming from his arm when he held it in his hand.

This is because his physique is tempered well, and the qi and blood in his body are strong. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary person, the veins in his entire arm would be frozen the moment he held the heavy hammer.

Lin Qianjun looked at Beihai Hantie in front of him, with sword intent surging in his body, he swung his heavy hammer violently and smashed it down.

When~!

With one blow, Lin Qianjun's sword power was absorbed by it, and at the same time, the shape of the North Sea cold iron also changed slightly.

Changes to the form of the divine sword that was intended to be forged.

Lin Qianjun admired secretly in his heart, it is worthy of being the best red material, once this thing is molded and empowered, a divine sword will definitely be stable.

Thinking of this, Lin Qianjun began to beat faster.

His beating skills are quite exquisite, and every ounce of strength has been utilized to the extreme. Combined with the sword power in Lin Qianjun's body that is not weaker than the sixth-level powerhouse, in his hands, the cold iron has begun to be visible to the naked eye. The change.

Seeing this, the three swordsmiths by the furnace in the distance looked at each other with complicated smiles.

They admired Lin Qianjun's talent, but they couldn't help feeling jealous.

After all, they are also human beings, and their talent is to beg God to eat, but Lin Qianjun is like the kind of God chasing food, he will stuff it into his mouth if he doesn't eat, and he will force it if he can't.

The jingling sound in the Jianjian Hall never stopped, Lin Qianjun hammered down, and it took twelve hours to stop under Xia Lie's strong dissuasion, and made an exchange.

His sword strength at this time was only consumed less than [-]%, and as for the coldness of the cold iron, he could completely ignore it with his physique. In other words, Lin Qianjun would not have any problems if he forged for three days and three nights.

However, the three swordsmiths didn't want Lin Qianjun to overdraw here. They were worried that Lin Qianjun would exhaust his potential here and cut off his way forward in the future.

So even if Lin Qianjun wanted to continue, they would not agree.

Lin Qianjun thought about it, the requirement of the task was to complete the casting together, and if he finished it alone, it would not meet the requirement of the task, so he would not be able to show his personal heroism.

When changing shifts, Lin Qianjun continued to practice.

His comprehension is extremely high. When forging cold iron, he accidentally understood the method of using sword power to transform the coldness of cold iron.

In the subsequent forging process, he was even able to absorb the chill from the cold iron for cultivation.

Time passed like this for more than a month.

Han Tie already has the shape of a sword in a rough shape. It looks like a model of a three-foot long sword. The whole body is ice blue in color. The sword emits a faint blue fluorescence, and countless cold mist sprinkles from the sword. , looks extraordinary.

On this day, Lin Qianjun was halfway through beating, when the red-quality heavy hammer suddenly cracked a gap with a "click".

"It has been severely eroded by the chill of the cold iron. I'm afraid it will be useless in half a month at most." Zhuang Tong directly sentenced the heavy hammer to death.

"Half a month, can we succeed?" Xia Lie asked doubtfully.

"We must succeed!" Mou Qiulian said.

Afterwards, the three old swordsmiths and Lin Qianjun started to forge cold iron even harder.

Before that, they still took a little time to rest, but now, apart from recovering, they are basically forging cold iron.

In fact, the time was shorter than Zhuang Tong estimated. After only ten days, 134 cracks were cracked on the heavy hammer, and then completely shattered into countless pieces.

Looking at the debris all over the floor, the four of them felt a little caught off guard.

"How far away?" Xia Lie asked.

"It will take at least ten days of forging to bring out the cold iron's properties to the extreme, otherwise even if it is endowed with spirits, it may not be able to become a divine sword!" Mou Qiulian said.

"It seems that the next step is to forcibly shape it with the power of the sword." Tong Zhuang said.

After speaking, the three of them looked at Lin Qianjun.

They all knew that it was Lin Qianjun who wanted to completely shape Hantie into a sword form in a short period of time.

Because he is the only one who knows how to forge swords and possesses a strong and exaggerated sword strength.

"I'm fine, the three teachers can rest assured." Lin Qianjun said.

"Qianjun, it's the teacher who's sorry for you!" Zhuang Tong couldn't help saying a little guilty when he saw Lin Qianjun's sensibleness.

Xia Lie and Mou Qiulian also expressed emotion.

They are quite old, and they will die when they die. It is indescribably uncomfortable for a young man like Lin Qianjun to accompany them to overdraw their future.

Without the black iron heavy hammer, the four of them could only use the power of their swords to forcibly shape the cold iron.

This is undoubtedly much more difficult than before.

A large amount of sword power was input into the cold iron, and its shape was slowly changed with special skills.

The efficiency was much slower than before. If it weren't for Lin Qianjun's sword power to be so powerful that Zhuang Tong and the others couldn't figure it out, and they could maintain a super power output, they would probably be desperate because of it.

Time passed, and it had been three months since Lin Qianjun and the others began to forge swords.

At this time, the imperial court sent an envoy to request Zhujian Villa to offer the three divine swords to the imperial court and lend them to the imperial court to fight against the rebellion.

Of course, it is said to be borrowed, but in fact it is still extortion.

And it's impossible to say that after getting the Excalibur, he will be cunning and dead.

Xie Xifeng had expected this point a long time ago.

Regardless of whether the sword is given or not, the imperial court will definitely not let go of such a large piece of fat in Zhujian Villa.

After all, the imperial court has come to an end now.

The imperial court's unrivaled Great Sword Sect will soon die, and their plans are actually very clear to everyone.

That is, while he is still alive, confiscate the world's divine sword and swordsmanship cheats, and cut off the possibility of powerful swordsmen appearing, so as to continue his rule.

And Zhujian Villa, as the most conspicuous place, how could it be let go?

Facing the envoy's request, Xie Xifeng struck out with a sword, leaving a sword mark between his eyebrows that contained sword intent.

This is his attitude.

The Excalibur belonged to Jianjian Villa, so it was absolutely impossible for him to give it to the imperial court.

And this was clearly expected by the court.

The next day, three thousand sword soldiers Yukong came and surrounded Zhujian Villa.

In Shuangjiang City, the Divine Sword Army also took action, eradicating and killing the forces representing Zhujian Villa one by one.

If there is a slight doubt, no matter whether the old, the weak, women or children, they are not let go.

The original peace of Shuangjiang City was broken silently like this.

　Thanks to the boss Banxia Jinnian_[Leader] for his sponsorship.

　　thank you very much! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)