The giant sword is one foot long and two sides open, one foot wide, two feet in the hilt of the sword, and the sword weighs 527 kilograms. The name of the sword: None yet.

In the barracks, Wuming looked at the good thing that Liu Qiang said and nodded repeatedly. This was indeed a very good thing. But what did the person who created this kind of big sword thought at that time? Didn’t he think about whom to use this kind of thing for?

Bill moved his fat body to Wuming, and flicked his sword with his finger, making a crisp sound unique to metal, and said happily: "General, how about it? Is it good?"

"good."

Wuming nodded and bent down and looked at the giant sword carefully for a long time. His eyebrows gradually twisted together. During the days he spent with the dwarf, he also learned a lot about metal knowledge. Although he dare not say that he could create a peerless magic weapon, he could still see some of the materials used for a weapon.

This time, Wuming looked at it for a long time and couldn't understand what kind of thing the sword body had. However, the only thing he could understand was that although the technique of making this sword was considered excellent, it was definitely not made by dwarfs. It seemed that there was a bit of a shadow of a top human forge, but there was a bit of immature and immature among them.

"The person who created this sword is the apprentice of the famous forging masters? Is it really the first time I have built a weapon independently?"

As soon as Wuming said, a young man standing not far away from Bill's side shook his body slightly and asked, "How do you know..."

Wu Ming didn't raise his head. He continued to look at the giant sword carefully and said in his usual cold tone: "Average forgeators, when creating weapons, pay more attention to the blade. A famous saying among top forgeators: Body is a son, and the handle is a mother. Even if a sword is made of ordinary materials, if the hilt is made well, it will have an added effect."

The young man next to Bill walked out, with a more cautious look on his proud face: "Is that so? Why don't I know?"

"Don't you really don't know?" Wuming gently tapped the giant sword. Such a huge sword was completely designed for his Vajra variable. He had to study the advantages and disadvantages of the sword thoroughly so that he could be used easily in the future. However, he did not stop speaking: "The hilt of the sword is related to the sword's urging force and the smoothness of wielding. The greater the deviation of the force on the hilt of the sword, the more it will affect the power of the sword. If there is too much deviation, the phenomenon of breaking is more likely to occur in the battle."

The young man's face was still arrogant, and he still looked down at Wuming squatting on the ground and said, "How do you see that it was made by a novice from a famous teacher? Is there any flaw in this sword?"

"The sword body is one meter long, and the guard is at the angle of the sword mouth, forming an almost perfect proportion. Looking straight along the sword, the sword ends to the guard and the sword spine also form a nearly perfect straight line. The sword-wielding person holds the sword almost does not need to waste any extra effort. It is a good sword." Wuming shook his head repeatedly after saying that: "It's a pity that it's just almost."

"Almost?" the young man pointed to the giant sword on the ground and said with a gloomy face: "You mean, my giant sword is not perfect?"

Wuming calmly handed the Thousand Killing Knife on his waist to the other party. He simply said two words from his mouth: "Look."

The ordinary scabbard and the weird hilt, the young man looked a little more contempt in his eyes. When he took the Thousand Kill Sword, his face changed.

The Qiankang Knife slowly unsheathed. The blade was still dirty under the sun. It would not reflect the light from the sun at all. A faint cold air came out of the knife. It was more stressful than the knife that reflected the sun.

"Good knife!" The young man pulled out the Qiankang sword in an instant, his eyes full of confusing worship: "All the divine weapons in the world use the reflection of sunlight to increase the cold air. This knife has this power without reflecting sunlight! It can be called the best among the top grades! These countless carved kill characters have other functions. Could it be a top-level sub-artifact?"

Wuming didn't answer the other party, and picked up the giant sword and waved it gently twice. The huge sword swung it, making a sound of cutting the air.

Although the giant sword in front of me was a little immature, it still couldn't conceal that this sword was a good sword and was a very suitable weapon for him.

"You...you actually... picked it up..." The young man looked at Wuming in surprise: "You are not a human..."

Wuming smiled. He was used to others' surprise performance when he first saw his power. He didn't care at the moment and pointed at the hilt of the sword: "There are two reasons for saying it is imperfect. First: Isn't it better to apply the force point on the hilt of the sword and then turn the upper half?"

The young man's eyes lit up and he slowly nodded: "You are right, but..."

"It seems you know, but the technique is just not possible for the time being." Wuming hit the young man's mind, and waved his giant sword again without waiting for the other party to speak.

The sword pressure when the giant sword slashed down again in the air, and everyone's hearts were thrilled.

"Second, the sword is used for use, not for decorating good-looking." Wuming waved the giant sword in his hand again: "Although this sword is good, have you ever thought about who can use it when you build it?"

The young man curled his lips disapprovingly: "A truly top forgingman never creates to cater to users. Every weapon will wait for its real user. What's more..."

The young man paused and continued, "The material of this sword body is special. If it is forged separately, it will be too insulting the material of this giant sword."

"Material?" Wuming's eyes lit up: "This material is indeed strange. Not only have I never seen it, but I have never heard of it."

The young man had a gleam on his face. As an excellent forge, their status often surpassed many masters. Wuming has given him several frustrations since his appearance. Until now, he really felt that he had a little upper hand.

"This is a piece of iron flying outside the sky." The young man proudly introduced: "I don't want to destroy the overall material of the meteorite iron. So after melting and purifying, it was cast into a sword."

"It turned out to be a meteorite." Wuming smiled and said, "Sam mentioned it once. Each piece of material that fell from the sky is different."

"Sam?" The young man's eyes lit up: "Is the man you mentioned a dwarf?"

Wuming was stunned, and the young man asked again: "Does there be eleven golden hammers on his chest?"

Wuming's eyes narrowed into a line, and the murderous aura on his body appeared and disappeared. Everything the young man said was right. In the forest that day, there was indeed a pattern of eleven golden hammers stabbing on Old Sam's chest.

Since losing the villagers, the dwarf village deep in the forest has become another more important place for him. If someone tries to inquire about it, it is not good for the dwarf, he will also kill the other party without hesitation.

"It seems that I'm guessing it's too much!" The young man's eyes were full of fanaticism, and he didn't notice Wuming's cold face: "General! General! Super God Hammer! Sam the first forging master in the mainland! That's my idol! My master, the only one who is convinced by the forging masters on both sides of the mainland is Master Sam. Can I pay homage to him?"

Wuming was stunned and his murderous aura suddenly disappeared. After a long time, the young man in front of him was a star-chasing person. He had become a little nervous these days.

"No." "Why?" The young man's fanaticism was not destroyed by Wuming's coldness at all, and he continued to ask: "General, as long as you promise to recommend me... this giant sword! I'll give it to you!"

Bill hurriedly said, "Metas! This sword..."

"I'm going to help you create something else!" The young man Maitas replied impatiently, and looked at Wuming earnestly again: "General... I beg you..."

Bill was so angry! He finally found such a good young forge, and spent a lot of money to take out all the flying irons in the sky for him to forge.

I originally planned to sell Wuming to earn some gold coins. Unexpectedly, when the young man saw Wuming, he was taken down by Wuming for a few words!

Isn't Wuming a general? Why can't he not only train dragons, but also make irons? Is there anything he can't do? Bill shook his head helplessly. In order to keep Maitas to build equipment for him to make money, it is really hard to offend now. One of the top ten forging masters in the mainland, Yu Ganyoudi apprentice.

"Not yet."

"For the time being?" Maitas was stunned, with a clear look in his eyes and said, "Is the master in seclusion forging a magical artifact? That's why we can't meet? If that's the case, how long will it take for me to wait!"

Wuming was too lazy to explain and said directly: "When I take you to see Uncle Sam when I leave my armor and return to the field."

"Really! That's great!" Maitas was shocked, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes again. His neck turned to the right little by little, staring at the Thousand Killing Knife in his hand, and said in a trembling voice: "This... this... times... times magical artifact, is it the master's work?"

Wuming nodded: "He gave me a hunting land knife."

"You use it to hunt?" Maitas stared at the ground bigger than the Dragon Clan. He was holding the Diqian Killing Sword with one hand, but now he has become holding it in both hands: "You actually use it to hunt..."

The big bull, who was watching the fun, came to Maitas with a wicked smile on his face and said, "Boy, have you finished feeling? Should I give the knife back to our boss?"

"Ah?" Maitas held the knife reluctantly and handed it back to Wuming with both hands and said, "General, you must remember to promise me what you promised me."

The big bull went up and put his arms around Maitas' neck, and said with a smile: "Boy, don't resist first. I know you are so arrogant. I didn't even raise my eyelids to look at me just now. Now I put my neck around you, do you want to kill me? But let me tell you, the boss has a very good relationship with me. If you are not honest, I will say bad things in the boss's ear."

Maitas, who was about to resist, trembled, and cursed all the ancestors of the big bull in his heart, but had to keep a stiff smile on his face: "General Zhang, do you have any instructions, and I will do it for you if I can do it."

"It's easy to say." Daniu pulled out the sword from his waist and shook his head: "The quality of the sword in the army is not good, how about a better shot?"

"It's easy to say." Maitas continued his disgusting smile, but he wanted to kill the robbery immediately.

What is a senior forge? He is a group of people who even masters at the level will greet each other with a smile when they meet. Usually, such low-level soldiers will appear hundreds of gold coins even when they kneel in front of him. He will not look at the other party, let alone helping to build weapons.

Now he has been blackmailed by a soldier. The most annoying thing is that he has to do what the soldier said.

"By the way!" Big Niu pulled Maitas, who was about to get out of his arm's control, and pointed at the warrior suit on his body: "This thing is usually worn with a mighty look, but the problem is that it will hurt if you go to the battlefield. If you can trouble you to build a set of armor, I really thank you."

Tolerance! I tolerance! Maitas tried hard to persuade himself. Before he saw Master Sam, he would create a complete set of equipment for this soldier. When he had the opportunity, he would find a few masters to repair this shameless soldier.

"Crazy! You are not kind." Liu Qiang touched the other side of Maitas, imitating the big bull's appearance just now, and pulled the sword. He pointed to the warrior's uniform and said, "I have a relationship with the boss, but I am not worse than the crazy guy!"

Robbery! Take advantage of the situation nakedly! Maitas looked at the two smirking soldiers and felt as if they were hit hard in his chest. He felt uncomfortable that he almost wanted to vomit blood.

"Crazy, Qiangzi, you are not authentic."

Wadehai smiled and came over. Without waiting for Matas to react, more than a hundred other soldiers came over, shouting threatening words similar to Liu Qiang.

Maitas only felt that the world in front of him was shaking constantly. Why were these people's skin thicker than the other?

Where did these soldiers come to get equipment? They were clearly here to find fault and take revenge. He began to regret his attitude when he first met the soldiers. He shouldn't have been so arrogant and shouldn't have just used his eyelids to sweep them around.

After extortion, Maitas and the soldiers threw away the young forge who had been stupid for the time being, came to Wuming and said.

"Boss, give this thing a name."

"Boss, let's see how the quality is."

"Boss, when playing, you must change the third Vajra. It's so majestic."

"That's right! Don't change the four Vajras, that thing has changed back to its original size."

Everyone kept talking and talking. Wuming was also a little moved by their words. He shook the giant sword in his hand and said, "Just call him Pojun! I hope I can take him to break all the troops!"

"Good name!" Big Niu raised his thumb and shouted: "Boss, come one!"

The other soldiers also shouted rhythmically: "Boss! Come one! Come one!"

After a burst of cheering, Wuming had just obtained Pojun, and wanted to try the power of this giant sword. With a roar, the civil war could keep moving. A "crackling" sound of beans bursting sounded in the martial arts training ground of the barracks. Wuming turned into a giant man more than three meters high in the blink of an eye, as if a god descended to earth.

Everyone around looked up, and Li Tianjiao, who was training officers not far away, was even more shocked. Wuming's appearance seemed to him like a behemoth of the Super Beast Empire, and it was also a fourth-level golden behemoth.

Behemoth! The clan that makes them proudest the most. After practicing fighting spirit, they can reach the first level of strength and become a great behemoth!

At this time, except for the strength of Behemoth, there will be no special changes in appearance.

When a behemoth's strength enters the fourth level, the ancient bloodline in his body will be awakened, and his body will grow rapidly like Wuming, becoming a golden behemoth that can compete with masters such as the Sword God and the Fighting God!

Li Tianjiao had fought with Golden Beamon back then, and he would never forget Golden Beamon's powerful combat power. Now, when he saw Wuming's strange change, he remembered many things in his mind.

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Wuming howled to the sky, holding the giant sword that was ten feet long in his hand was in his hand. Before he could take action, he had already given people a powerful pressure. The pairing of this perverted man and the perverted sword attracted the attention of everyone on the field.

Maitas looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, muttering, "Is this still a human being?"

Wuming roared again, his strong legs were full of explosive power at this time. The rocket legs were used again. People with weak strength could not see Wuming's moving figure clearly. They only felt the ground suddenly tremble, and the air around them suddenly shook. Then Wuming was standing and the sky was filled with dust. A huge figure dragged countless residual images to fly out at high speed.

Ha, Wuming's right-hand Pojun sword drew a colorful light with lightning speed.

He attacked a wooden stake, a thick wooden stake that could barely be held by one person. This is a hard wooden stake that soldiers usually use to contact chop.

Where Pojun passed, a visible air tunnel was drawn in the air. The moment the long sword slashed on the wooden stake, the air floating around filled the air tunnel and made waves of sound.

The colorful giant sword slashed hard on the wooden stake, and saw that the wooden stake did not even block the slightest. It turned into two halves in a "swish". Then the giant sword slashed on the ground and made a "boom" sound, and the half-human-high mound of soil buried in the wooden stake suddenly exploded.

The stones above the soil flew around with a whistling sound, and the farthest could fly dozens of meters away. The power of the Wuming sword exploded an irregular pit with a diameter of half a meter and several feet deep on the ground.

Many of the stones that were blown away were still falling from the sky.

Most of the people present were stunned by this perverted performance. Li Tianjiao's eyes twitched slightly when he watched from a distance.

As a master, he could see that Wuming's sword used more pure power and did not exert the fighting spirit of the level master, or Wuming's real strength of his unique combat ability.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and two footprints of half a foot deep were left on the ground with the earliest combat power. If this fierce force kicked a person, no matter whether you were wearing armor or not, it would probably be shattered by the kicked bones? More people were paying attention to the "Pojun" in Wuming's hands. Such monsters use this monster sword and slash them a few times on the battlefield. It is probably a death for a group of people, right?

It seems that only bows, arrows, magic and super experts can deal with him. Otherwise, how many lives will be used to exchange for his life in the human sea tactics?
Chapter completed!