Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 576 Chapter 240 Three characters: Shaping, Heavenly Sword Nirvana

In the furnace, after three days and nights, the sky iron was exhausted, and the artifact sword embryo was finally formed.

"Sir, a drop of blood."

Looking at the bright sword embryo that appeared in front of her, she coldly sent a voice transmission to Lin Chongyang who was outside the furnace. would hurt her life.

Then, Lin Chongyang will inherit this sword and become the master of the artifact.

As the words fell, in just a few breaths, a mass of red-gold blood burning with golden flames emerged from the void.

Fiery and holy, it exudes a unique fragrance that makes people intoxicated. The rising flames start to distort the surrounding space.

The moment she saw it, the scene of the past resurfaced before Leng Yan's eyes.

In the seemingly real and illusory Hao Sun, there is a life that cannot be summed up in words. He is god in the sky and holy in the earth. His body is covered with scales.

His existence is a distorted and ever-changing "Tao" character, explaining the root of everything in the world.

Suddenly, the vision is like a dream bubble, fleeting and scattered in the invisible.

Leng Yanxiu frowned slightly, suppressed the strangeness in her heart, and pulled it to fall on the sword embryo. With the painstaking efforts to refine the sword embryo, cracks began to spread on the inner wall of the furnace.

Zheng-!
Just as the icy brilliance shot straight into the sky, there was another whistle, the Heavenly Sword was lit, the skyfire faded, and the furnace turned into fly ash.

Aofeng, which is covered with ice and snow all the year round, under the sword light of the sky, the wind and snow on the thirteen peaks have disappeared, and the ice that has been accumulated for thousands of years is also affected, and it begins to show signs of melting.

"Brother Lin, it's up to you!"

Jiangnan Chunxin turned around and greeted Lin Chongyang who was not far away, if the ice and snow of Aofeng were allowed to melt, the land with a radius of thousands of miles might become a country of Ze.

Although, not to mention a radius of thousands of miles, even within a radius of thousands of miles, there is no sign of human beings, but the impact of Aofeng's ablation is undoubtedly huge, and it should be avoided if it can be avoided.

When the words fell, the sky fire was outside, the sound of the piano stopped, and the storm also stopped.

But seeing the ice cloud and cold air sweeping out, stabilizing the terrain of Aofeng, making the snow water freeze again, avoiding the danger of turning thousands of miles of rivers and mountains into a country.

When the mist dissipated, I saw a white figure standing in the snow in front of Tianhuo, with a dusty and gorgeous aura.

In the midair in front of her, a long sword was suspended.

The body of the sword is clear and clear, implying the holy light, and it is decorated with edging patterns and notches, and there is a light golden hoop in the middle, which shows the solemnity and extraordinaryness of the artifact of the sky.

The disc-shaped gauntlet is a miniature of a star map, including the 28 constellations of Sanyuan on it, and below it, a clear and transparent crystal sword hilt, with the light of the Sui pearl hidden in the head of the sword.

Although the material of the sword has changed, the whole sword is a seamless one without any trace of connection.

Even, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, this sword should be made by nature, not made by man.

After seeing the figure, Jiangnan Chunxin asked concerned: "My friend, are you alright?"

As far as Leng Yan's whole body is concerned, casting the spirit this time is undoubtedly very successful. Even if the artifact of the sky is cast, there is not much loss.

Moreover, the hidden danger that Jiangnan Chunxin was worried about did not appear, and the current Leng Yan, like him, is already a serious iron man.

"It's not a big problem, it's even better than the previous senses, thank you Xinjun."

Although she lost her yang and iron bones, the current Leng Yan is still fearless of the bitter cold of Aofeng.

Especially after forging the Divine Artifact of Heaven, she checked her own consumption only to find that this body was far more useful than she had imagined, which shows the effort put into it by the person who cast it.

"Then I'm relieved."

With that said, Jiangnan Chunxin cast his eyes on the artifact of the sky suspended in mid-air, and said in admiration:

"This is the artifact of the day? It seems to be much stronger than Yajiu."

This sword should be a master of sword weaving, and it seems that because of Leng Yan's different body, some benign changes have taken place, but...

How does he feel that this look looks familiar?

"In addition to the shape of the sword, there are several other sabers for reference, so it should be easier to use." Leng Yan explained.

The characteristics of Lin Chongyang's swords are basically the same. They all give up toughness and focus on sturdiness, which can maximize the strength of the sword master himself.

Jiang Nan Chunxin nodded: "Do you have a sword name?"

"No, this sword was made by the Lord of Faith. Can the Lord of Faith give it a name?"

At the same time as he spoke, he looked coldly at the figure sitting on the roof not far away.

Jiangnan Chunxin also greeted, "Brother Lin, come and see your new sword!"

Lin Chongyang on the roof finished adjusting his breath, exhaled a breath of foul air, stood up slowly, jumped down, and landed beside the two of them:
"Just like my friend said, Brother Jiangnan will give him a name."

A drop of effort still has some influence on him, but not so much.

However, this sword...

Although it is similar to the Heavenly Artifact in his memory, it is quite different in details and structure.

Is it because of his blood?Or is it because the swordsmiths are different?Or both?
Speaking of which, his family fortune is getting richer now. In the future, shouldn't he also learn from the magic Buddha Bo Xun, who can transform into a six-armed dharma image when facing the enemy.

Jiangnan Chunxin moved his gaze from Lin Chongyang to Leng Yan, and then to the sword, and muttered:

"Let me think about it, the Crow Nine is because of its function. Since this sword is a heavenly sword, why not call it Nirvana?"

Born out of the past, the body and mind are fully sublimated, Nirvana, is a very commemorative name.

"Nirvana?"

Leng Yan savored the name, then sighed softly, and looked at Lin Chongyang who was at the side:
"Then let's call Nirvana. From now on, this Nirvana sword will be entrusted to sir."

"Since it is a gift from a friend, Lin is disrespectful."

After bowing and saluting, Lin Chongyang stretched out his right hand, and Nirvana landed on his palm as if being summoned.

Grabbing the newborn Heavenly Artifact, he discovered the difference of this sword just by touching it.

If Zhisheng Peitian is a sword for self-cultivation, reminding the sword owner to balance between killing and not killing, then Nirvana is a pure sword without any external factors.

"How?" Jiangnan Chunxin asked.

Lin Chongyang replied: "Try it and you will know."

After the words fell, I saw a mountain wall rising slowly from the thirteen peaks of the proud peak.

Immediately, countless sword qi rose up, some were flexible and long, some were misty and illusory, some were fast and ruthless, some were broad and profound, some were violent and chaotic.

Different emotions, different sword moves, with a benevolent heart, with a single sword, transform into the world of mortals, and act out the various states of the world.

The benevolence of the sky, the extreme of the sword, the infinite will and the infinite meaning of the sword, is the so-called
Tianren Sword Extreme!

Nirvana's sword points to the sky, Lin Chongyang cuts with his sword, and suddenly sees the sword's energy into a brush, splashing ink with a brush, mountains and rivers are like scrolls, all-encompassing.

The red sword light slashed down and hit the rising mountain wall, leaving only a sword mark, just like Wu Chi's writing on Guixinyuan.

(End of this chapter)