Great Song catcher

Chapter 179
"Brother Nie laughed."

Nian Cangqiong turned to look at Nie Feng.

"Eye-opener!"

Nie Feng praised sincerely: "The sword just now really has the power to split the sky and the earth. This should be the legendary Eighteenth Heavenly Sword, right?"

"That's right, this is exactly the Eighteenth Heavenly Sword left by the ancestor of Jian Zun!"

Nian Tianqiong didn't hide it.

Because he knew that he couldn't hide this matter, so he might as well tell others openly.

Heavenly Sword Eighteen.

The secret knowledge handed down by Jianzun, the ancestor of Jiancheng City back then!

It is said that although this set of swordsmanship has only eighteen moves, it has exhausted the mysteries of swordsmanship in the world. If one can understand these eighteen moves, swordsmanship can reach the realm of breaking the sky and surpass everything in the world.

Same as Lu Fengtian's Tianyi Thirteen, they are both peerless martial arts that can directly reach the fate of heaven.

However, since Jianzun in Zhujian City, there has been no one who can fully comprehend the Eighteen Swords of Heaven for thousands of years. Only Nan Gongyue, the seventh-generation city lord, has cultivated the Seventeen Swords, breaking through to the realm of destiny, and is honored as the sword. Immortal is also the existence with the highest cultivation level among the city lords of all dynasties after Sword Master.

Now that Nian Cangqiong is only a weak crown, he has made some achievements in this set of sword techniques, and he may become a sword fairy-level master in the future.

And right now.

Fang Ao, who was behind Nian Cangqiong, suddenly exclaimed, and the long sword in his hand suddenly flew out of the box. After circling in mid-air for several times, he pointed the blade upwards and tapped it three times in a row towards the east, as if he was making a pilgrimage.

Not only the long sword in Fang Ao's hand, but also the other warriors holding swords in their hands. The swords they carried with them flew out of the box automatically, and worshiped towards the east.

"This is……"

Although Nie Feng only has superficial knowledge of swordsmanship, he has seen such records in ancient books.

Wan Jian worships!

This is a vision that will only appear when the peerless divine sword is born. Those ordinary swords are like the people, worshiping their emperor!
"Shen Feng is born, Wan Jian worships!"

The voice of reading the sky trembled slightly, tremblingly said:

"After 300 years!"

"My sword city finally has a divine sword born again!"

Nian Cangqiong suppressed the excitement in his heart, turned his head and said to Nie Feng: "Brother Nie, are you interested in seeing the birth of the Excalibur?"

"I can't ask for it!"

Nie Feng was also extremely shocked.

You must know that since ancient times, there have been very few divine swords that can trigger the vision of Wan Jian's pilgrimage, and seeing the birth of the divine sword now is a rare event in three lives.

The vision of Wan Jian worshiping lasted for a full cup of tea, and then gradually faded away.

"Brother Nie, let's go!"

But Nie Feng seemed to think of something suddenly, shook his head and said:

"Thank you, Young City Lord, for your kindness."

"But this divine sword must be in the Temple of Refining Heaven. The Temple of Refining Heaven is the holy place of Sword Forging City. How can I, an outsider, enter without authorization?"

"This is out of order..."

"It's okay!"

Nian Cangqiong said with a smile: "Brother Nie is indeed a gentleman, but this Temple of Refining Heaven and the Heaven Refining Sword Furnace are forbidden places for others, but only for Brother Nie, there are not so many taboos, please!"

Hearing these words, Nie Feng realized something in his heart.

Presumably, his father's kindness to Jiancheng City back then should be related to the Tianlian Sword Furnace, otherwise Nian Cangqiong would never have invited him to go there with him.

Nian Cangqiong walked like a sword, Nie Feng spread out the Dragon Walk and followed behind, Fang Ao followed closely, and the three ran towards the direction of the Tianlian Sword Furnace.

Soon.

The three of them had already arrived at the place where the Temple of Refining Heaven was located.

A bronze hall covering a very large area is located not far in front, clanging sounds can be vaguely heard from it, and not far in front of the hall, there is a huge stone tablet standing obliquely.

There are two large characters engraved on it - Liantian!
It is said that these two characters were engraved by the sword master himself, and after thousands of years, he can still feel the sword energy coming from above. This is the holy place of the sword casting city, and it is also the holy place in the hearts of all sword practitioners in the world.
——The Temple of Refining Heaven!

Walk into the hall.

Everyone gathered in front of the Heaven Refining Sword Furnace.

It was also the first time for Nie Feng to see this world-famous Heaven-refining Sword Furnace!
The whole body of this sword furnace is forged with flying fire and flowing stone from outside the sky. Not only is its texture extremely hard, but it can also automatically accumulate flames. Below the sword furnace is the lava flame drawn from the lava cave in the center of the earth, and it is only forged with this material Only the sword furnace can withstand the flames of the earth's core without being damaged.

There are also a lot of swords scattered in the hall, and any one of these swords is enough to be called a magic weapon, but here it is like scrap iron, no one cares at all.

"Young City Lord!"

"Young City Lord..."

Gradually, some disciples saw Nian Cangqiong and came over to salute and say hello.

Several white-haired old men gathered in front of the sword furnace also turned around, and one of the burly old men frowned immediately when he saw Nie Feng beside Nian Cangqiong.

"Kang Qiong, this little friend is..."

"Three grandpas!"

Nian Cangqiong hurriedly said: "This is the son of Senior Nie Juyun, and also a good friend of his grandson, Nie Feng, the arrester of Six Doors!"

"Brother Nie, these four are all elders of my Sword Forging City, and they had a very deep friendship with Senior Nie back then." Nian Cangqiong said to Nie Feng again.

"Nie Feng pays his respects to the four seniors!"

Nie Feng stepped forward and bowed his hands.

These four old men are also well-known people in the Jianghu. Not only their martial arts have reached perfection, but their method of forging swords and refining weapons is also extremely high.

The swordsmith Luo Bailian who is currently in the six gates of Youzhou is also one of the elders of this swordcasting city, and his status is still higher than these four, only below his senior brother Lian Jiuxiao, the master of the swordcasting city.

"So you are Nie Feng?"

"Pu Yun's son?"

"Then they are no longer outsiders!"

After these old men knew Nie Feng's identity, their expressions immediately softened.

And the burly old man looked at Nie Feng more like looking at his own children and grandchildren, and said with emotion: "When I saw you back then, you were still a little baby. I didn't expect that more than 20 years later, the little baby back then has grown up." It's..."

Nian Cangqiong walked over and said:

"Third Grandpa, there was a vision of Wan Jian worshiping outside just now, did those two swords come out of the world?"

As the third elder of Jiancheng City, the burly old man has an extremely respected status and is also the head of the Temple of Refining Heaven. He waved his hand to disperse the craftsmen around him, and then sighed softly, saying: "The only one born in this world is Wuwang Gu The sword, as for the last Shechen sword, it still can't take shape."

talking.

He brought Nie Feng and Nian Cangqiong to the sword furnace.

You can clearly see a shining long sword floating in the sword furnace, and beside this long sword, there is a group of bronze-colored dark light, which can vaguely condense into the shape of a sword.

But at the last critical moment, the shape of the sword will suddenly collapse, and the cycle will never really take shape.

"How could this be?"

Looking at the dark light, Nian Cangqiong frowned.

(End of this chapter)