Douluo's first sword

"Title Douluo!!!"

Fang Xuan was horrified, feeling the terrifying murderous aura like a monster, and his whole body was trembling involuntarily.

He had felt this kind of perverted murderous aura from Dugu Bo before, so he was deeply impressed. He immediately realized that it came from a titled Douluo.

what happened? !

How come the Titled Douluo appears here? !

He cast his doubtful gaze forward, and a gray figure gradually appeared in front of him.

This is an old man in his sixties, with a high crown and a beard, wearing a red robe. The terrifying murderous aura like a wild beast emanates from the body of this old man in red robe.

Title level!

Definitely a title level!

Fang Xuan swallowed hard, cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Under this terrifying murderous aura, he didn't even dare to take a breath.

Beside the red-robed old man, there were a dozen young men in their twenties, all soul masters. Although their auras were far less terrifying than the red-robed old man, they were all very powerful.

"A group of soul sects!!!"

Fang Xuan's eyelids twitched wildly. All of these people were actually strong soul sects, and there were one or two people whose aura far surpassed that of the soul sect. They had probably reached the realm of five-ring soul kings.

As expected of a titled Douluo leading the team, even the small soldiers were Soul Sect or above, they were frighteningly strong.

Led by the old man in red robe, this group of people surrounded the dilapidated blacksmith shop, and not even a fly could escape.

In the center of the crowd, the old madman, with disheveled hair, was still immersed in forging iron, as if he didn't even notice that he was surrounded.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The hammer hit the unformed iron embryo, causing sparks to fly, making the dark room flicker. The clear sound of metal collision was particularly harsh in such a dead atmosphere!

Hey Hey hey! what is happening? !

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and looked at the room full of strong men, feeling as if he had accidentally broken into a wolf's den. He did not dare to act rashly and stayed in place without saying a word.

One hour, two hours... Time passed quietly, but the dozen or so peerless experts in the room remained silent and motionless, as if waiting for something.

In this ancient blacksmith shop, only the old madman was concentrating on forging weapons.

We waited for three hours, until early in the morning.

"That's almost it!"

The old man in red robe stood with his hands behind his back, and cast his cold gaze on the old madman's hand, which was a long black knife that had just been formed. He said: "This knife... is very good!"

Appreciation from a titled Douluo, the old madman's wrinkled face showed a smile of relief, and he stroked the black knife that was as black as ink, but sharp and razor-sharp with some affection!

"Well, this is the best knife I have made in these years!" the old madman said with satisfaction.

"It seems to have surpassed ordinary famous swords!" the red-robed old man said.

"Not bad!" The smile on the old madman's face became even thicker.

"But it's still an ordinary thing!!!" the old man in red robe said coldly.

The old madman was silent.

"You don't really want to create an artifact, do you?"

The old man in red robe looked at the old madman coldly, and raised a contemptuous arc at the corner of his mouth: "Mortals like us, even if we spend our whole lives, how can we create a divine weapon? That is a god above the hundredth level. The supreme weapon you are qualified to possess!"

"It's true, I haven't made a magical weapon for ten years. The knife today is the best knife I have made in the past ten years!"

The old madman raised the long knife that was as black as ink and said: "The name of this knife is, Black Knife Duan Shui!"

Black Knife·Broken Water!

Fang Xuan's heart was trembling, and he stared at the black knife with his eyes filled with excitement and desire.

What a knife!

Excellent knife!

As a swordsman, Fang Xuan was very familiar with swords. He could see at a glance what a powerful sword the black sword Duanshui the old madman had just made was!

In terms of quality, it is even better than his white sword Wuying!

"Little madman, it's unlucky for you to come here. I have a guest here tonight!"

The old madman raised his head and glanced at Fang Xuan at the door.

"Well, I think so. I'm sorry to disturb your old friends' reminiscing. You can continue chatting. I'll leave first, Goodbye~"

Fang Xuan smiled at everyone and waved his little hand, preparing to grease the soles of his feet and leave immediately.

call out! call out!

The next moment, two black shadows flashed, and two indifferent men flew through the void like lightning, and instantly arrived in front of Fang Xuan, blocking his way.

Four brilliant soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple and purple, emerged from the two men's bodies, and the powerful aura belonging to the Soul Sect exploded, pressing towards Fang Xuan like a hurricane.

"cut!"

Fang Xuan couldn't help but frown, knowing that he couldn't sneak away. He carefully felt the auras of these two soul sects. The soul power rippling around them was extremely powerful, and they were probably above level 48!

These guys are all high-ranking soul sects, and their soul power is much stronger than Fang Xuan!

"Now that you're here, don't leave..."

The red-robed old man's faint words reached his ears, and Fang Xuan's expression suddenly became very ugly. He really didn't know what kind of luck he had, and he met a titled Douluo as soon as he went out!

"Okay, considering our decades of friendship, I've been waiting for you to finish this knife, so that's enough fun!"

The red-robed old man stared at the old lunatic coldly, and said solemnly: "I believe that this black sword, Duanshui, will be passed down through the ages as your "Sword Douluo" legacy!"

The old madman's long gray hair was disheveled and his eyes were as deep as the starry sky. He said, "Then I accept your good advice, Blood Douluo!"

Before they finished speaking, the two of them were like two boiling volcanoes, erupting their soul power together. Their terrifying and boundless murderous aura almost condensed into substance, tearing this ancient blacksmith shop to pieces!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, nine brilliant soul rings rose from the soles of the red-robed old man's feet, and the bright light instantly illuminated the dark starry sky.

At the same time, the old madman's gray hair danced, and his deep eyes bloomed with blazing light. Nine soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, exactly the same as the red-robed old man, emerged from his body. emerge.

"Two... Titled Douluo!"

Fang Xuan was shocked!

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