refining sword

Chapter 19 Death Fight in Front of the Palace
I saw the flames whistling on the Scarlet Flame Sword, rising violently, the outer flames were uneven and saw-toothed, and bursts of fiery power came out.

Rao, the sword-wielding Situ Ran, was also startled, and with a flick of his wrist, he extinguished the fire.

However, it was only this moment of display of prestige that the temperature in the entire hall rose a bit.

Yanling Rune!Master Chen Guang actually engraved the Yanling rune, no wonder he has such power.

"This Scarlet Flame Sword is, without a doubt, a top-grade magic sword." Situ Ran was obviously a little excited.

Unexpectedly, in this sword refining challenge, the two sword refiners actually refined high-grade magic swords at the same time, which made the victory or defeat even more difficult to predict.

"How is that possible? Master Situ, you read that right?" Qiu Batian's expression changed, obviously a little unbelievable.

"Why, are you questioning my judgment?" Situ Ran said with a slightly cold expression.

"Master Situ, don't misunderstand, Master Qiu just made a slip of the tongue, and is definitely not questioning you. However, since these two magic swords are of high quality at the moment, how should the result of this challenge be judged?" Seeing this, Sun Yang hurriedly told With a sin, he said.

Situ Ran's expression softened a little, thought for a moment, and said, "The two magic swords have their own merits, and they are both excellent works. In my opinion, how about a draw?"

"Since that's the case, according to what Master Situ said, it's a draw." Yan Zi heard the words and said slowly.

Until this moment, her heart that had been hanging was finally let go.

Now that Master Chen Guang has refined a high-grade magic sword, as soon as this matter spreads, the reputation of their Yan's Sword Shop will be greatly enhanced.Once the business is back on track, the debt problem will naturally be solved.

Abacus stood behind her, quietly wiping her tears, Miss Xindao finally didn't have to marry the Sun family.

Since Yao Bin came out of the side hall, his expression was blank for a while, and he didn't say a word, his eyes were full of complicated expressions.

"Where is the Sun family, can you agree to make this arrangement?" Situ Ran asked Sun Yang.

The muscles on the latter's face were a little stiff, and he pulled out a smile and said, "Our Sun family is the same..."

"I don't agree..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud shout.

Seeing Qiu Batian's gloomy face, he patted the armrest of the chair and stood up.

"I don't believe it anymore. He Chen Guang dragged his severely wounded body, and he can make a sword stronger than me? I want to fight him to the death!" Qiu Batian stared, almost roaring.

Everyone present was shocked when they heard the words, and their expressions changed drastically.

When Yan Zi heard the word "Death Fight", her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was really angry.

"Master Qiu?" Sun Yang obviously did not expect Qiu Batian's move, and said in surprise.

"It's about the reputation among the sword refiners, so please don't stop the young master." Qiu Batian said to Sun Yang.

Seeing this, Situ Ran's expression was rather displeased, and he said again, "Your Sun family, are you sure you want to fight to the death?"

Just when Sun Yang's face was cloudy and uncertain, Qiu Batian walked up to him and whispered a few words in his ear.

The latter listened, pondered, holding the folding fan in hand, walked a few steps in place, and finally slapped the folding fan in the palm of his hand, and a word popped out of his mouth.

"fight."

"Sun Yang, you knew that Master Chen Guang was seriously injured, and you still proposed to fight to the death. Has your Sun family acted so disrespectfully?" Yan Zifen said with a frosty face.

"Miss Yan's words are bad. There was a draw in the competition between the two swordsmen. If you had confidence in your own swords, you could have proposed to decide the victory or defeat by means of a death fight. An unwritten rule. Master Situ, are you right?" Sun Yang said with a clear expression on his face, shaking his folding fan, and bowing his hands to Situ.

"That's right. In the event of a draw, if one side initiates a death fight, the other side must take it, otherwise it will be regarded as a loser. But once the person who started the fight eventually loses, he must pay double compensation to the other side." Situ Ran nodded. Shen said.

"Miss Yan, you can see that this is not the first creation of my Sun family. As for Master Chen Guang's injury, it was originally caused by sword training. The rules of this death battle can't be invalid because one party is injured during sword training, right?" Sun Yang turned his head and said to Yan Zi.

Yan Zi took a deep breath and stared at him without speaking.

Sun Yang just looked at Yan Zi with a half-smile, and waved the folding fan gently in his hand, without urging him.

"Small abacus, what exactly is a death fight? It's a duel between two swordsmen, fighting to the death?" Tie Jian asked in a low voice.

"No, a deathmatch means that two sword masters fight with their own magic swords, until one of the swords is broken, the winner will be determined." Xiao Abacus was anxious, but explained in a low voice. .

For those who refine the sword, every magic sword that is refined costs a lot of energy and money, fighting at the cost of breaking it, and the loss is huge, one can imagine.

Although Situ Ran could also see that Chen Guang was not injured lightly, the Sun family's proposal to fight to the death was also in line with the rules, but he felt a little regretful that these two high-grade magic swords would have to be damaged.

"Master Situ, Master Chen Guang looks like he can't compete with others at all. Can we wait for him to recover, and then choose another day to fight? After all, there is no rule that a death fight must be decided on the spot, right?" Yan Zi looked at Si In vain, he said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Situ Ran pondered for a moment, then looked at Sun Yang and Qiu Batian and said:
"It would be unfair to have a fight today. Why don't we compare it again in three days. I don't know what the Sun family thinks?"

Hearing this, Sun Yang hesitated for a moment, then looked at Qiu Batian with questioning eyes.

"There's no need to choose a day for the weight ratio, right? Well, today we don't have to stick to whether the swordsman is holding the sword in person. You can choose anyone from the Yan family to compete with me." Qiu Batian glanced Glancing at Yan Zi, she smiled contemptuously.

When Yan Zi heard the words, she was calm on the surface, but she thought to herself in her heart.

Tie Jian was not worried but rather happy. As long as the Yan family won, not only would the debt be forgiven, but the Sun family would have to pay a large amount of compensation to the Yan family.

In this way, the Yan family crisis is completely resolved.

"This is already the biggest concession we can make. If you don't agree, you Yan family will admit defeat." Qiu Batian's voice was cold, with a face that made no one in the Yan family.

"Okay, then let's fight to the death today." Yan Zi raised her head, a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

"Since you have decided to fight to the death, you will definitely not be able to use it in this hall. Please move to the square in front of the hall." Situ Ran said this after hearing the words.

After all, he led the crowd out of the hall and came to the wide square outside.

At this time, the guards outside the door had already lit a bonfire, and dozens of huge braziers were erected in the night, reflecting the entire square as if it were day.

"When the two sides compete, they only discuss the merits of magic swords, not the depth of their cultivation, nor do they compete for sword moves. Those who compete will use the same realm of magic power to motivate magic swords and strike each other. The one who breaks the magic sword first is the loser. ." Situ Ran walked to the center of the square and announced to the crowd.

Qiu Batian hehe, holding the "Purple Qi" long sword, strode forward, standing with the sword, his eyes swept towards Yan Zi, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "You Yan family choose like Is it the man of swords?"

After saying that, the light on his body suddenly lit up, and an invisible gas surged out, blowing the clothes all over his body into a drum, making a hunting sound.

Threads of mana flowed out and merged into the purple sword in his hand.

Just hear a humming sound.

The runes on the long sword lit up, purple light flashed, and a layer of lavender mist shrouded the sword body, condensing and not dispersing.

"The eighth level of Qi refining... When did it happen?"

Seeing this scene, Yan Zi's eyes twitched slightly, and Chen Guang's eyes flashed with surprise.

Qiu Batian took everyone's eyes and reactions into his eyes, and his face became even more complacent.

Although the rules say that there is no competition for cultivation, people with higher cultivation levels will inevitably have a great advantage in the competition.

There was also a smile on Sun Yang's face, and there was a hint of playfulness in Yan Zi's eyes.

"I'm coming." Yan Zi's eyes sank and she stepped forward decisively.

"Miss..." Abacus tugged at her shirt with a worried look on her face.

Yan Zi turned around and shook her head gently at her.

"Master Chen Guang was injured, if only the second master was here..." Xiao Abacus said in a low voice.

Yan Zi's cultivation is only at the fifth level of Qi refining, while his second uncle Yan Xiang is a monk in the ninth level of Qi refining, and is currently the highest in the entire Yan family.

However, because the Yan's Chamber of Commerce recently received a very important order, someone needed to be escorted to the Jinyue border. Yan Zi was not worried about other people, so he asked his second uncle to escort him personally.

The Sun family obviously knew this, so they dared to propose that the Yan family could send someone at will.

Yan Zi turned her eyes, walked to Tie Jian, and extended her palm to him.

Seeing this, Tie Jian held the blade in both hands and presented it to Yan Zi.

The latter held the hilt with one hand and was about to lift it up, but found that the blade was motionless and could not be removed from Tie Jian's hand.

Yan Zi was startled, she exerted force in secret but still couldn't shake the sword, and suddenly looked at Tie Jian with some puzzlement.

Seeing a layer of red light shining on Tie Jian's palm, the palm was not firmly grasped, but the red eyebrow sword was firmly adhered to her hand, making it impossible for her to take it off.

"This battle, let me do it for you." Tie Jian suddenly smiled and said.

Hearing this, Yan Zi was not the only one, the eyes of everyone present were focused on him.

"Young Master Chu, your cultivation has recovered?" Yan Zi said with a face full of surprise.

"Hehe, it seems that the Yan family is really hiding dragons and crouching tigers. A swordsman's apprentice, he dares to speak out like this. Admiration, admiration." Sun Yang shook the folding fan in his hand, and said yin and yang strangely.

Tie Jian ignored the others at all, just looked at Yan Zi without blinking, and nodded slightly.

Yan Zi saw Tie Jian's gaze was firm, and her eyes were bright. For some reason, her heart moved, and she nodded subconsciously.

Tie Jian smiled "hehe", grabbed the hilt of the sword in one hand, walked past Yan Zi and strode to the center of the square.

Yao Bin's expression was complicated and indescribable. He glanced at Tie Jian in the room, and then his eyes moved elsewhere, while Chen Guang's eyes became a little inscrutable.

Situ Ran put away his doubts, glanced at Qiu Batian and Tie Jian, and said, "Now that you're ready, let's start."

Tie Jian stood with his hands behind his back, took a half-step backwards, and stood there indiscriminately. He just held the sword with one hand, made a simple start, and looked at Qiu Batian provocatively.

"Pretending..." Qiu Batian said with a cold snort, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

After all, he took a step first and swept his body straight up. No matter what realm Tie Jian was in, the long sword in his hand flashed with purple light, and the purple mist surrounding it suddenly doubled, turning into a heavy purple mist. The sword slashed towards Tie Jian.

(End of this chapter)