Super Ring

"I'm just talking about it casually, don't take it seriously." Sword Soul said.

"Don't, you must be serious, I want to break the sword." Lin Feng said.

"One person and half, I will use your other half as a material to build a sword, that's fine." Bing Xin said.

"Well, what can you do to separate this sword without harming my sword soul?" The sword soul asked.

"Although the people here can't help it, I know that alone should be possible." The middle-aged woman said.

"Who is it?" Sword Soul asked.

"Nine hundred miles east of here, there is a workshop dedicated to making swords. Cha Mu, the owner of the workshop, should have this kind of patience. You might as well meet him." The old man said.

"It's not too late, let's set off now, please lead the way." Lin Feng decided.

"Okay, go and see, if you can separate me without damaging my soul, it's okay." Sword Soul said.

"Go!" The old man said and walked outside.

Then Lin Feng and Bing Xin followed, and the three of them walked out of Lunjian Pavilion with a sword. They walked out of the valley, and then soared into the air and flew to the east.

The distance of nine hundred miles was only one morning, and the three of them had already arrived with a sword.

This place is a small forest. Various long swords are piled up everywhere in the forest. In the depths of the forest, there are more than a dozen huts. Around the huts are tools for building weapons, and some huts are still burning. Smelting.

The old man brought Lin Feng and others to the outside of a hut, and said, "I am Tianming, please come out and see if you have anything to ask."

Not long after, a scumbag-faced man walked out with a smelting hammer in his hand and said, "What can I do?"

As soon as he finished his words, his eyes opened wide, as if he had seen something precious, his eyes were staring at the divine sword intently.

"Please take the action to divide this sword in half without damaging his sword soul." The old man said.

"Good sword, good sword, let me see." Zha Mu said as he walked up and began to look at the sword.

"Can you do it? Don't talk about swords all day long." The old man asked.

"As long as it's about swords, there is nothing I can't do. What do you do if you divide a sword into two halves?" Zha Mu was very puzzled.

"The sword soul of this sword has recognized the two masters, and can only separate it by one person and a half, otherwise it won't come to you," the old man said.

"Okay, I see, what is the name of this sword?" Cha Mu asked.

"My name is Yinxue!" Sword Soul came out of the sword and said.

"Blood-drinking sword? Good name, then you must be very bloodthirsty, how many people have you killed?" Cha Mu asked as he looked around.

"It's not much, it's about hundreds of thousands." Drinking Blood Sword Soul said.

"Then you are really a fierce sword. Are you sure you want to split yourself in half?" Zha Mu asked.

"As long as it doesn't damage my sword soul, you can do it whatever you want," said the sword soul.

"Okay, then you come in with me." Cha Mu said and walked into the house.

Lin Feng, Bing Xin, and the old man also followed in.

"Okay, I'm going to start, you just stand aside and watch, don't move the sword soul, it won't hurt you." Zha Mu said.

"Extreme tempering method!" Zha Mu yelled, the smelting hammer in his hand kept hitting the sword of the divine sword, and the speed was not slower than when Lin Feng used the sword. It can be seen that he has already used this hammer to enter Kind of overripe state.

It looks like he is constantly swinging the same hammer, but the path and strength have changed slightly, which means that each hammer is different.

The soul of the sword floated above the blood-drinking sword, quietly watching Zha Mu wield each hammer.

About three minutes later, Zha Mu stopped, and saw that he was sweating profusely, his hands trembled slightly, and a smile on his face, and said, "It's done!"

"The sword hasn't broken, how do you say it's finished?" Lin Feng asked.

"Look!" Zha Mu picked up the sword. At first glance, it looked like a complete sword, but there was already a crack in the middle of the sword.

Zha Mu swung his sword vigorously, and a red sword aura came out, which directly cut open the ground, and a deep groove was branded on the ground.

"Are you also a sword repairer?" Bing Xin asked.

"No, I am not. This is the power of this sword. It can emit sword aura with a single wave. It is a good sword." After Zha Mu finished speaking, the divine sword in his hand broke into two pieces.

One piece of the wood under investigation with a sword hilt was held in his hand, and the other without a hilt fell to the ground.

The sword soul didn't seem to feel anything, and it didn't say a word. He was only attached to the half of the long sword with the hilt.

And the half of the long sword without the hilt had no sword soul. This should be the best result.

"Okay, now that the sword has separated you, if there is nothing wrong, just leave, I have to build another sword!" Cha Mu said.

"In this way, I want the half with the hilt, and the other half for you." Lin Feng took the initiative to say, he is now very eager for the half with the hilt. Once, I'm afraid Lin Summit will regret it if I don't take it well.

"Okay, I'll give you the half. I want one without a hilt, but you have to do us a favor at Seven Sword Gate." Bing Xin said.

"What's busy, as long as I can do it, that's okay." Lin Feng said, patted his chest.

"We want to borrow your attack power to open a door, and that door must have a strong attack power to open." Bing Xin said.

"I'm just a half-immortal Nineth Heaven, where can my attack power be so strong, you have so many masters in the Seven Sword Sect, any one can be better than me, just say that the old man next to him is also very strong." Lin Feng Said.

"Who is the old man? I'm only fifty years old, you are the old man, you are full of gray hair!" The old man vomited.

"No, that place has been banned. People above the fifth heaven of real immortals can't enter. Unless they are very powerful and powerful people, they may ignore the rules to enter, but these people are very concerned about the things in there. They won't be interested, the things of people of that level are of no value to them." Bing Xin said.

"Oh, it turned out to be like this, okay, I will try my best. I can't guarantee whether it can break, but now that half-cutting sword belongs to me?" Lin Feng asked.

"Well, take it, and follow me back to the Seven Swords Gate in a while, take you to that place and break the door." Bing Xin stepped forward and picked up the truncated sword without a hilt, and put it in the ring.

Lin Feng took the cut-off sword with the hilt from Cha Mu. The weight of this sword is about the same as Yang Wuji's saber, but the feel is a little different. This sword should be more solid and delicate. There was also a touch of murderous aura, which made Lin Feng very satisfied.

After the assignment, everyone bid farewell to Zha Mu, and then returned to the Seven Sword Gate, and everyone came to the hall again, and it was night.

"All assigned?" the middle-aged woman asked.

"Well, I also ask him to do us a favor, open that ancient door, maybe his attack power can be opened, the sword soul's evaluation of him is so high, there should be no falsehood." Bing Xin said.

"It's too late today. Tomorrow we will go to open the ancient gate. Tonight, you will live in our Seven Sword Gate first. If you have any needs, you can directly raise it." The middle-aged woman said.

"Okay, I'll have to work tonight." Lin Feng nodded.

"Binger, you can take him to the west wing to rest. We will go to the ancient gate early tomorrow morning." The middle-aged woman disappeared from the main hall after speaking.

"You come with me." Bing Xin said and walked ahead.

Lin Feng followed Bing Xin out of the Lunjian Pavilion, and Bing Xin took Lin Feng around, walking past building after building, and finally came to a small tower.

"I still don't know what sword technique you are practicing." Bing Xin asked.

"Oh, Promise swordsmanship, I haven't heard of it." Lin Feng said.

"Have heard! Yang Wuji's swordsmanship, are you his apprentice?" Bing Xin was a little surprised.

"Well, he is indeed his apprentice, but I only know his swordsmanship, and nothing else." Lin Feng replied.

"Then what are you doing with a broken sword? And when I saw you stretched out your hand and waved a black sword aura, it shouldn't be Yang Wuji's swordsmanship?" Bing Xin actually saw Lin Feng before The trick that defeated Duan Hongshang was not Yang Wuji's swordsmanship. From this, it can be seen that Bing Xin is the kind of person who has an incomparable love for swords, otherwise he would not know so much.

"That trick is no sword flow, the sword technique of the sword **** Asura." Lin Feng said lightly.

During the conversation between Lin Feng and Bing Xin, many disciples of the Seven Swordsmen cast murderous glances at Lin Feng. Bing Xin is a beautiful woman and is chatting with a stranger. As a fellow teacher, I don’t envy and hate. ,That is impossible.

"Ah! You even learned this? Sword God Asura has no apprentice how did you learn it?" Bing Xin asked.

"I won't talk about this, maybe it's destiny. Okay, take me to the room. I've been running around for a long time, and I want to take a break." Lin Feng said.

"Okay, if you don't want to say it, just follow me." Bing said carefully and led Lin Feng into this small tower.

Bing Xin randomly chose a wing, took Lin Feng in and left.

Lin Feng was lying on the bed, ready to go to bed. To tell the truth, he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time.

Just as Lin Feng closed his eyes, there was a scream in the next room!

"Ah~~~~" a female scream came out.

Lin Feng immediately got up from the bed, rushed out of the room, kicked the door of the next wing, and walked inside.

I saw a woman without clothes standing there, looking at him.