Fu Shifeng

Chapter 348 Perfection

The thunder roared, and the ghosts and gods were frightened. The clouds are covered with sharp edges, and the mountains and forests are in full autumn. The cold light reaches the sky and the stars dim.

This is what Cheng Sanwu saw when he came to Longquan Mountain. In the depths of the mountains, far away from the world, birds and beasts do not dare to hibernate on the ground. Instead, they are frightened and flee. The wind is filled with sword intent and sword energy that are difficult to detect with the naked eye. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the feeling, and even give birth to... He didn't dare to take a step closer to the sword furnace in the distance.

"It's really like the Divine Sword is about to come into being. It's worthy of Fu Shifeng." Cheng Sanwu started to praise.

After leaving Luoyang, Cheng Sanwu and Chi Yang went all the way south. They did not deliberately speed up their pace, but relied on their two legs to measure the earth. Cheng Sanwu's leather boots were even worn and perforated.

Even though Cheng Sanwu could condense gas in a single thought and make his clothes look like new, he didn't do that. He was covered in dust and dust, and instead looked more like those down-and-out knights who had been wandering around in the world for many years but still had no achievements.

Chiyang was carrying the Longya sword and showed discomfort on his face. He bared his teeth after arriving at Longquan Mountain.

"If you can't bear it, you can go further." Cheng Sanwu turned around and said.

"Go away! I just dislike these swordsmen being as noisy as flies!" Chiyang showed no sign of weakness, but still looked irritated.

Cheng Sanwulang laughed and continued to move forward with his head held high. From a distance, he could see fire shooting into the sky on the other side of the mountain, and it was a strange green color.

It was not a will-o'-the-wisp that appeared in the cemetery, but an extremely hot flame. The so-called perfection was nothing more than that.

After climbing over the mountains, you can see a wide valley. Unlike the lush forests outside, there is not a single weed in this valley, and the heat that hits your face is enough to evaporate the accumulated water in an instant. When ordinary people set foot here, they will feel the burning sensation on the soles of their feet as soon as they set foot. Even the breath in their mouth and nose will become scalding hot. In a moment or two, a living person will be cooked inside and out.

And this is only the feeling at the edge of the valley. The closer to the center, the hotter it becomes.

Cheng Sanwu looked up and found that there was something mysterious about the valley. It was actually quite regular in shape. The valley was surrounded by undulating mountains, but there were no ridges extending inward. Instead, it looked like a shallow pit with a diameter of more than ten miles. .

After a moment of concentration, a strange scene emerged in the sea of ​​consciousness——

It was the ancient world that was about to be destroyed. The earth gradually returned to calm, and the black clouds in the sky also disappeared. The last remaining trace of intertwined pure and turbid air turned into a storm raging in the air. It looked terrifying, but rain kept falling, nourishing it. The earth allows vegetation to flourish.

Suddenly, the sky burst into glory, and a meteor streaked across the sky. Its tail flame was like a huge mark that split the sky, and it hit the earth with immeasurable power.

However, due to frequent storms, the meteor had to pass through dense clouds when it fell. The star itself was constantly being cut and burned by wind, thunder, water and fire. In the end, a few remained, and with an earth-shattering noise, it landed in a mountainous area, completely changing the terrain, leaving behind The next big hole.

The sun rises and the moon sets, countless years have passed, and all kinds of species on the earth have lived and reproduced, but this large pit has hardly changed, and no vegetation has grown. Only the dust and mud have gradually accumulated, seeming to cover up the past that shook the world.

Until the ancestors of Kyushu measured the earth with their own steps, crossed the wilderness, and came to this valley. They used soil mixed with hay to build houses to protect themselves from wind and rain. After digging out the surface soil, the ancestors discovered that there was a lot of meteorite buried at the bottom of the pit, and then they clumsily hammered and sharpened it.

Suddenly, thousands of years passed, and the residents in the pit came and went, gradually becoming rarer. However, this place was not lonely and cold. Instead, fires were lit, gold and iron were smelted, and they were made into utensils and even soldiers. blade.

When the first sword was forged in the big pit, there was thunder in the sky, anger and anger, and the sound of swords resounded throughout the mountains and fields.

Cheng Sanwu came to his senses and realized that this large crater valley formed by the falling meteor could be regarded as a blessed spiritual cave, but it was more suitable for forging weapons than cultivating the body and mind.

The weapons forged here will naturally be tempered by the sharp energy between heaven and earth. They are sharper than ordinary weapons and have some subtle connection with the creation of heaven and earth.

It is not surprising that this place would be chosen by Fu Shifeng, as it is the fundamental place for casters of all ages.

"Zangfeng Valley."

Cheng Sanwu walked with his hands behind his back, and saw a stone tablet standing next to the path. Three large characters were written on the flat surface. They were not written with pen and ink, but carved with the edge of a sword. It could be seen that it was done in one go, and the charm of the writing was not interrupted. , smoothly and freely.

It's just called Zang Feng, but the writing on the stone tablet is sharp and sharp. It can be seen that the person who left the writing must be a master of swordsmanship.

After the stone monument, there are still four or five miles away from the furnace cellar in the center of the valley. They are all gently descending slopes. The ground is covered with swords of different lengths and sizes, some are rusty and broken, and some are shiny. Like new, some can still be seen at one glance, but disappear without a trace at the next glance, which is magical and bizarre.

Anyone with a little bit of vision can see that a huge array of thousands of swords and weapons has been set up in the Zangfeng Valley to stop the offending person. Once this formation is activated, Wan Jian will attack endlessly.

Cheng Sanwu obviously didn't care much about this and walked towards the valley calmly.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound in the center of the valley, followed by nine-day thunder, as if a god was chiseling a hammer, with great momentum.

Air waves visible to the naked eye spread along the ground. Thousands of swords that had been stationary on the ground suddenly started to move. They swayed and trembled one after another, flying off the ground one after another. In the blink of an eye, the swords were hanging in the air, and the swords gathered like clouds.

Chiyang followed behind and couldn't help but be more vigilant when he saw this situation. In her impression, Zhang Yajiu was not a master in Fu Shifeng. Even though he was good at forging magic weapons and mastered his own secret techniques, in the final analysis he was just a blacksmith.

However, as he gradually went deeper into the Zangfeng Valley, Chiyang discovered that the situation was different. This was not an ordinary sword-making place at all, but a spiritual place that was favored and protected by immortal gods. The energy seemed to be vaguely connected to the upper world.

"The rain master sweeps and sprinkles, Feng Bo drums and throws, Zhu Rong packs the charcoal, the thunder god strikes, the gods sense, the Supreme God observes. The harmony between heaven and man, this can be said to be the pinnacle of casting skills."

While Cheng Sanwu was speaking, the sharp edges of the ten thousand swords in the air moved slightly, all pointing at him. With another sound of thunder, the swords struck down in the direction of the sword furnace, and the ten thousand swords came with lightning.

"I have seen similar tricks before, but they are not praiseworthy."

Facing Wanjian's offensive, Cheng Sanwu strolled in the courtyard, holding his hands behind his back, intending to use the invisible divine edge to smash Wanjian.

However, the invisible god Fengfu suddenly disappeared as soon as he appeared and was unable to be used.

Before he had time to think about the reason, Cheng Sanwu immediately pulled out the Daxia Dragon Bird and slashed it randomly with his sword. A bright silver light danced out. Water could not be splashed into it, and needles could not be inserted into it. He relied on the horizontal sword in his hand to block it firmly. Thousands of swords are coming. Chiyang also swung the Longya sword and swung away the chaotic swords like heavy rain.

"No wonder it's called Zangfeng Valley. It's exactly what the name suggests."

Cheng Sanwu understood at a glance that Hidden Front Valley could absorb all the sharp energy. Even the invisible divine edge that he sent out solely with his spiritual thoughts would still be absorbed by the sword furnace in the center of the valley. Another thunderbolt struck the sword furnace, and the green fire gushed out. The attack of ten thousand swords became more intensive, almost filling Cheng Sanwu's vision.

But he did not retreat at all. At the same time as he stepped forward, the Daxia Dragon Bird let out the sound of dragons and phoenixes. This magic weapon, which also came from Zangfeng Valley, seemed to have undergone a transformation after the confrontation with Wanjian, enough to The sharp edge that shakes the world was born.

As Cheng Sanwu walked farther and farther, Chiyang's pressure suddenly decreased. She found that the swords scattered in the Hidden Front Valley were no longer aimed at her, but all flew towards Cheng Sanwu, circling up and down, and circling endlessly.

Just as Chiyang was about to step forward to support him, he heard Cheng Sanwu's message: "You don't have to go in anymore, this is for me."

"Hmph, you just know how to show off!" Chi Yang brushed his messy red hair on his head and jumped away.

Cheng Sanwu kept swinging his sword, and the Daxia Dragon Bird's edge became sharper and sharper, cutting into pieces the approaching ten thousand swords. For a moment, countless fragments flew everywhere.

But the fire in the center of the valley became more and more fierce. The broken sword immediately melted into molten iron as soon as it hit the ground. It quickly gathered like a living thing. With the sound of thunder, it seemed as if a ghost or god was striking it with a hammer, reforging it into a sword, and in the blink of an eye it was heading towards Cheng. Three or five shots come.

Cheng Sanwu felt a rare fighting spirit in his chest, and he used the Yanfeng Sword Technique again. For a moment, the fire dragon leaped and the Yanfeng danced wildly. As the Great Xia Dragon Bird blade came, it scattered and scattered and smashed the thousands of hidden swords. Crush.

The majestic flames swallowed up the fragments of the sword blade, and also melted them into molten iron. In the blink of an eye, they condensed into countless ring-headed horizontal knives, each of which was the same as the Daxia Dragon Bird, and they were slashed out against the trend.

There was a series of clanging sounds, and thousands of swords clashed, as if there were thousands of people on each side holding swords and fighting in a mighty manner, like two armies fighting fiercely.

However, behind this hidden sword, there is actually no specific person or immortal god controlling it. Standing in the middle of the valley, Zhang Yajiu was swinging a hammer and forging a divine sword beside the sword furnace. At this moment, his body and mind were completely immersed in the mysterious realm. His ordinary senses seemed to be gone. He allowed the Taiyi Order to operate, affecting the world. The sword intent gathered in the Zangfeng Valley.

In the beginning, this sword intention was mixed with a bit of acquired artificial interference, or the hatred for revenge, or the evil intention to rob property, or the unwillingness to give in... The sword has been held by everyone throughout the ages. For a moment, his thoughts, using the edge of the sword as a medium, traveled through time and space and turned into ten thousand swords here.

However, in the confrontation between Cheng Sanwu and Cheng Sanwu, the acquired thoughts in the sword intention were continuously shattered, and then were refined by the fire, gradually becoming pure, and reaching the state of complete innateness.

Can a person prove the state of innateness? Does the sword also have innateness?

In the Zangfeng Valley, the sound of clashing swords could be heard endlessly, as if questioning.

Such inquiries cannot be answered with any words, only with a sword-fight.

There was an endless confrontation, and the swords on both sides were unable to withstand it and were broken. But the fragments were tempered by the flames and fire, and turned into swords again, sharper and tougher than before.

This is not just a competition of martial arts skills, but a mutual sharpening of swords and swords. The sharper edge breaks through the barriers between the inside and outside of Liuhe, causing gaps in the void to appear between heaven and earth.

What originally seemed to be the result of an accident, suddenly dozens of gazes came from outside Liuhe, and came to the world with the magic power of the Immortal Family.

The rays of cirrus clouds wrapped around the body, the golden bells and jade shook the soul, the bright wind and purple thunder struck all the orifices, and the immortality of the upper world suddenly took action, seeming to destroy Cheng Sanwu physically and mentally.

"presumptuous!"

Cheng Sanwu's fighting spirit was high, but he didn't expect that Shangjie Xianzhen planned to intervene at this time.

Zangfeng Valley is the place where meteors fall from the sky, and the energy is vaguely connected to the sky. It is also the place where the immortals in the upper world are most likely to interfere. This is why Zhang Yajiu is here alone to forge the divine sword, and Fu Shifeng and others don't need to send anyone to wait.

But when Cheng Sanwu pressed on with his divine power again, he stepped down. The eight poles and nine ridges vibrated together, the sun, moon and stars became dim. The entire Zangfeng Valley sank directly, and the surrounding peaks collapsed as if moaning in pain.

The mighty power stirred up in all directions, and swords scattered all over the sky. The sword furnace was overturned due to the impact, and the fierce green flames instantly engulfed Zhang Yajiu's figure. It seemed that the divine sword could not come out of the furnace.

At this critical moment, Zhang Yajiu raised the hammer high, regardless of the fact that his whole body was on fire, the hammer with Taiyi Ling's support gathered all the sword intent in the sky, and struck down with one blow!

The sound of the sword's cry spread throughout the world, the immortals in the upper world were awed, and Cheng Sanwu also showed a look of surprise.

"good good good good!"

Cheng Sanwu praised him continuously and stepped forward, as if he wanted to snatch the divine sword from Zhang Yajiu's hand. At this time, the immortals in the upper realm worked together to cast spells, and dozens of chains passed through the gaps in the void, accurately locking Cheng Sanwu and dragging him out of the world.

The limbs and trunk could not move, but due to the imbalance of the weather in the Hidden Front Valley, the special location to capture the edge had disappeared, so Cheng Sanwu immediately launched the invisible divine edge.

However, the chain looked ordinary. It was struck by the invisible divine blade and was only cut off a few points, turning into little bits of starlight and scattering.

The chain suddenly stretched straight, and Cheng Sanwu immediately felt a huge force pulling it. The other end of the chain seemed to be a bottomless abyss. If he fell into it, he might never be able to escape.

"Those who cringe, think this can stop me from moving forward?!"

Cheng Sanwu's eyes widened in anger, and the eight Taiyi orders were carried out from the top, which resonated with the hammer in Zhang Yajiu's hand, and actually took it away from the air. Zhang Yajiu, who was almost burned to coke, could not stop him.

In an instant, the invisible divine blade with thousands of cuts crushed the hammer, and the ninth order of Taiyi reappeared, merged with the other eight, and finally formed an ancient seal script of birds and insects, which is the true shape of Kyushu and the wilderness of mountains and rivers!

The Order of Taiyi appeared in its entirety, and the dragon energy of the Nine Provinces spread across all the bodies. Cheng Sanwu shouted angrily, just like the Pangu giant that created the world, breaking free from the chains of the stars in an instant. The gap in the void immediately closed, isolating the inside and outside of Liuhe, making it impossible for the immortals in the upper world to interfere.

However, when he was escaping from the trap, the Divine Sword seemed to sense something and emerged from the ruins of the sword furnace, flying towards the north like a meteor, shooting stars and disappearing in an instant. Cheng Sanwu used the world-devouring power to capture it from across the void, but he was unable to retain it.

"Humph!"

Cheng Sanwu snorted coldly and put the complete Taiyi Order into his body. He looked at the decadent Zangfeng Valley. The atmosphere was no longer what it used to be. The Divine Sword Fu Shifeng was the last masterpiece here.

Slowly arriving at the center of the valley, the sword furnace that could originally emit blue flames reaching into the sky now only had a few embers left. The furnace cellar was completely destroyed, and Zhang Yajiu sat on his knees on the ground, his body covered in charred black, motionless.

(End of this chapter)