MTL - The Sword Dynasty-Chapter 1 Sword furnace

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In the autumn of the Yuan Dynasty in the Yuan Dynasty of the Daqin Dynasty, a rare torrential rain swept the entire Changling. The heavy black clouds like the lead accompanied the thunder of terror, making the capital of the Daqin dynasty into the devil world.

Outside the city, the port of Luohe, countless officials and sergeants wearing black official uniforms stood in turmoil, letting the storm blow, their bodies were nailed to the ground like a nail, and they did not move.

In the turbid waves, a giant armored ship suddenly came!

A lightning bolt across the sky hangs down at this moment, shining this sleek armored ship into a white snow.

All the officials and sergeants on the edge of the port were completely discolored.

The collision of this armored ship is actually a real dragon!

Even if the animal head is bigger than the carriage, even if it has been kneel down, its red-red eyes are still flashing crazy, and the deterrence of the sky is more amazing than the waves.

Without waiting for the giant ship to dock, three officials flew directly over the tens of meters of river surface, such as the three-handed hammer fell on the bow deck.

What makes these three officials even more shocked is that there are terrible gaps and debris everywhere over the huge ship. It seems that they don’t know how many fierce battles they have experienced, and they have only one eye-catching suit. The old-fashioned old man stood ghostly in the corner of the ship's side, and could not see the figure of the person they were waiting for.

"Han Daren, what is the head of the night?"

The three officials were all greeted with a sigh of relief.

"You don't have to pay more, the night head has already gone to the hiding place of the sword furnace." The old man who looks like an old servant owes a small return, but between the words, in the rain, can't see the face of the old man, but his eyes Extraordinarily deep and cold, exudes a thrilling domineering.

“The night head has already gone?” The three officials were shocked at the same time, and couldn’t help but look back at the city.

The entire Changling has been shrouded in heavy rain and twilight, and only the shadows of the tall turrets are looming.

At the same time, a black umbrella suddenly appeared on the south bank of Changling City.

The man with the black umbrella is on the raging river, and goes to a winding lane on the bank of the big river.

There are six black-clothing officials who hold the same black umbrella and have different heights and can't see the face under the black umbrella. They waited quietly for the person on the shore.

After the man landed, the six officials did not have any extra moves and did not make any noise, but the silence was scattered behind them.

In the alley, there is an ordinary square, which gradually becomes the center of these black umbrellas that begin to scatter the scent.

The sound of water ticks, mixed with the chewing sound of food.

A middle-aged man in a rags and a cuff was eating his dinner under the rain in the square.

The man’s black clothes were worn out, and a mess of hair was arbitrarily **** with a straw rope. The soles of a pair of shoes were worn near, and the hands and nails were also dirty. The face was ordinary and looked like the ordinary porters nearby. the difference.

His dinner is also very ordinary and simple, just a bowl of coarse rice, a dish of green vegetables, a dish of dried beans, but this middle-aged man is eating sweet outside the score, each mouth has to chew dozens of times before slowly Go swallowing.

After chewing the last group of rice, the middle-aged man reached for a wooden scoop hanging under the eaves, took a scoop of water from the water tank next to him, and drank it out. Full.

At the same time he was full, the black umbrella at the front stopped at the door of his small courtyard.

A white official boot protrudes from under one of the black umbrellas, and it looks very eye-catching in the black color.

After the official boots, it is a white dress, a blue silk, a thin lip, like a faint eyebrow in the rain.

From the turbulent river, like a strolling walk, it is actually a beautiful woman with a book and a waist and a limb.

She walked out from the black umbrella, letting her fall through the autumn rain, and walked into the square of the middle-aged man in a light footstep. Then she said to the middle-aged man, and said softly: "Night policy has seen Mr. Zhao Qi. ""

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrow slightly, but this eyebrows, his face and corners seemed to suddenly become vivid, and his body began to exude an unspeakable charm.

"I was in Changling for three years, and I was the first to see the night secretary."

He did not return to the ceremony, but smiled slightly, but his eyes passed from the woman and he plunged into the overlapping streets in the autumn rain.

"Changling has been very boring for a long time. Just like the swords and people of your Qin people, straight and straight, the horizontal is vertical and vertical, and the walls are not gray or black. There is no beauty. Today sees the night. The grace of the head is to make my eyes shine, and this Changling seems to be very different."

His words are fascinating, just like the sighs of tea and rice in the weekdays, but when these words are exported, all the people under the black umbrella outside the hospital are full of cold.

"Bold! The sword furnace Yu Zhao Zhao! The first secretary of the night, you still don't know what to do, even dare to say this heartfelt words!"

A cold drink, suddenly sounded from a black umbrella parked in the distance.

Obviously, it is intentional to let the middle-aged man and the white-skirt woman look at the face. The voice-bearing umbrella holder lifts the umbrella surface. This is a handsome young man with a beautiful face, red lips and white teeth, and his complexion is like jade. His eyes are flickering. Such as cold electricity.

"Oh?"

A snoring sounded.

The middle-aged man's brow furrowed, and his face was relieved: "No wonder it is weaker than other people's breath... You are not one of the six offerings of the Supervisor, so you should be the superintendent of God. Official."

The hands of this handsome black-faced black official had been shaking in an undetectable trepidation. The previous action seemed to cost him a lot of courage. At this time, he heard that the middle-aged man said that he was more breathable than the rear. It was too weak, and his eyes suddenly ignited some anger, but his breathing could not help but be more urgent.

The middle-aged man’s gaze was already out of his body and fell on the woman in the white skirt. He smiled at the woman in the white skirt and said, “At this age, I have already crossed the fourth world halfway. He is in your dynasty. It should also be considered a rare talent."

The white skirt woman smiled and showed two shallow dimples on her cheeks. "Mr. said it was good."

"He should just admire you and want to give you some impressions." The middle-aged man looked at the woman in a white dress. "Would it be a pity?"

"What do you mean?" The handsome young official with a handsome face was suddenly white, his heavy clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and his heart suddenly raised a bad feeling.

The woman in the white dress turned to look at him and smiled a little. It gave her the impression that she didn't feel bad about the handsome young. However, the raindrop falling on her side was suddenly still.

Then the raindrops began to accelerate, accelerating to the point of horror, and naturally elongated into a thin little sword during the acceleration process.

The sound of "嗤" sounded softly.

The inside of the black umbrella was filled with plasma, and the head of a young and handsome official was out of the neck and landed with the flying black umbrella. A pair of eyes screamed and stunned. I can't believe it is true.

“It’s so mad!”

The middle-aged man screamed and cheered. "There are even people who are supervising the actions of the gods who are monitoring your actions. The night director is really angry, but killing yourself is a rare thing to say a word." The practitioner, the night director seems to have no heart."

The white skirt woman sneered: "Women want to have a heart, chest is enough."

The middle-aged man gave a slight glimpse, and he did not think that the white skirt woman would say such a sentence.

"It makes sense."

He smiled ridiculously. "The characters like the head of the night, no matter what they do or say, don't really care too much about others."

In the white skirt, the woman's eyelashes are slightly twitching, and her lips are slightly open. However, at this time, what she has sensed, her brows are slightly stunned, but she is no longer speaking.

The smile on the face of the middle-aged man converges at this time. The tiny wrinkles in his eyes are smoothed by some strange fluorescent light. The body skin begins to shine with the luster of the jade, and the hot air makes the sky The rain that floated in the middle turned into white water vapor, and a strong killing atmosphere began to flood the small courtyard.

"Although the majors are different, the world's practitioners are divided into nine realms according to the realm of strength. Each territory is divided into three categories. Your emperor kneels down. Which position has he reached now?" The woman in the white dress who apparently detached from the beginning was against him. At the time of the ceremony, he did not return, but at this moment, he was seriously and deeply asked, and asked awkwardly.

"I don't have any heart, so I won't answer your question without any benefit." The white dress woman looked at him calmly and said in a tone that was not to be discussed. "One person is a problem."

The middle-aged man was slightly indulged and looked up: "Good."

The woman in the white skirt did not discuss it at all. She asked directly: "The swordsman disciples are all dead swords, and even their own lives are not in their eyes, but in the past three years, you will not assassinate me towards the practitioners. Don't secretly join the party camp, and don't try to steal my classics. What do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man looked at her and sighed: "The secret library of your spiritual practice, even if it is strong, can there be something left by that person?"

His remarks were short and didn't even mention the name of "the man". However, these two words were like a taboo. The officials under the five black umbrellas outside the court did not have the slightest **** scene in the previous sword dagger. The emotions fluctuated. At this moment, when I heard this sentence, the black umbrella in their hands shook at the same time, and there were countless poplar-like splashes on the umbrella surface.

The white skirt woman suddenly felt a little unhappy. She sneered: "It has been so many years, you still don't give up, but also want to see if the person left anything?"

The middle-aged man did not say anything, but looked at her eyes with great interest and waited for her next answer.

The white-skirt woman looked at the middle-aged man who looked more and more attractive. She suddenly felt sympathy with each other. She said softly: "Shen has been in the seven realms five years ago. I haven’t shot it in the past five years. I don’t know if this answer you. Are you satisfied?"

"Five years ago, I have already reached the top seven products. Five years of time is used to break the mirror. It should be enough. So, may it have already reached the eighth world?" A middle-aged man’s eyebrows appeared. Deep frustration and mourning, but in the next moment, they all disappeared, all turned into sharp swords!

His entire body began to shine, like a peerless sword that has been hidden in the sheath for many years, suddenly emerging!

All the dry and growing wormwood on the wall and on the ridge of the small courtyard, all of which were sharply smashed into pieces and flew outwards.

"please!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and the world in his eyes seemed to have only the woman in the white dress opposite.

"The seventh person in the sword furnace, Zhao Wei, is the first autumn water sword!"

When he sounded like this, the white-skirt woman was still silent and seemed to have no reaction, but the five black-clothing officials outside the hospital were all low-pitched, and they walked five corners outside the courtyard. The black umbrella in the hand was also intense. Rotate up.

The black umbrella surface of the round shield, with the sharp rotation, does not sprinkle countless drops of rain, but shoots countless pieces of strength.

boom!

The whole small courtyard bulged out like a paper paste, and instantly exploded into countless burning pieces.

A squeaking sound screamed under the umbrella, and the burning debris contained amazing power, which made the five umbrella-bearing officials’ soles and wet stone roads scream.

The dense air formed the impenetrable wall, and few burning debris punctured out. The hot air and the burning Mars were forced to vent to the sky above. From a distance, it was like standing upright between heaven and earth. A huge furnace was built.

In the center of the furnace, the middle-aged man Zhao Wei’s hands did not know when he had had a red-red sword.

This sword is more than two feet long, but the flaming fire on the blade and the tip of the sword is a fire that has formed a few meters long!

The woman in the white dress that he called him the night head had disappeared. Only thousands of fine rains, such as countless swords, came to him.

......

At the moment when five officials holding black umbrellas shot, dozens of swordsmen with various swords also sneaked into the alley.

These swordsmen have the same breath as the five umbrella officials. In this kind of rain, the raindrops falling around their bodies fly like fear, and everyone is separated from the sky. A transparent air mass is like an independent world.

Such a picture can only show that they are the same as the five black umbrella officials, who are rare in the world and have unimaginable means.

However, at this moment, listening to the constant roaring in the small courtyard, watching the water droplets in the surrounding water shovel that are constantly splashing because of the ground vibration, even the general situation in which they are in the middle of the game, they are not able to feel at all, but their faces are getting whiter and whiter. There is more and more cold sweat in it.

They have already known exactly what kind of existence of the Zhao Guojian furnace, but today they finally understand that their estimate of the sword furnace is still too low.

The time is actually very short. It is so short that even the people in the vicinity think that it is thundering and there is no reaction. What is it, the black umbrella on the small courtyard suddenly makes a strange crack.

A black umbrella could not support, flying nearly 100 meters to one side.

The black officials wearing the non-sheathed iron swords scattered around the small courtyard were discolored at the same time. The four black swordsmen behind the several black umbrellas suddenly made a sigh of relief. In front of you.

Dangdang Dangdang resounded, the four-handed swords were bent into a semi-circular shape at the same time. The four black swordsmen’s soles were shocked and they wanted to force them, but in the next moment, the four black swordsmen were all in the mouth. Squirting a blood-stained arrow, the birds flying like a flap disappeared and flew out.

The swell of the swell from the crack of the black umbrella curtain passed through a vegetable garden, destroying two fences and passing through a wide street, rushing to a sesame oil across the street. shop.

The bang banged.

Several door panels leaning against the door of the sesame oil shop burst into countless small pieces, and then the half shop was collapsed by the hard, and the roof tiles smashed and smashed into the ground, and a large piece of dust mites rushed.

"Which rainy day catches a car without a long eye, so fast! I ruined my shop!"

A shrill scream blew from the half-slipped shop. A middle-aged woman holding a spoon of oil rushed out of anger and anger, and it was going to hit people, but the moment of seeing the foreground, this The oil spoon in the middle-aged woman’s hand landed and made a more screaming scream.

"Supervisor Tianshi handled the case!"

A black swordsman who was shocked by a spurt of blood in the mouth fell on the bluestone road in front of the shop. He listened to the scream of the middle-aged woman, and he gnawed his teeth and bent his sword like a crescent. As soon as he screamed, the murderous intention caused the middle-aged woman to tremble and scream.

At this time, let the black-faced swordsman with a stern look stunned, in the scented oil shop that had collapsed halfway, but he was out of a teenager carrying a bottle of oil, up to the age of thirteen or fourteen. However, the dusty and tender face, there is no half-scared look.

He was only curious, his eyes were clear and he looked at the black swordsman, and then his eyes crossed the black swordsman's body and fell behind the two destroyed fences.

In his sight, a graceful white dress woman is coming out of the gap in the black umbrella curtain.

"Huge him."

The skirt of the woman in the white skirt was already soaked. She seemed to be tired to the extreme. When the black oil umbrellas gathered to help her block the rain falling above, she just said these three words softly.