Bang!

Han Zhao returned to Shanshan Boxing Academy, and as soon as he walked into Lu Yi's room, he saw a huge fist as black as ink, like black jade, slamming towards his chest.

The person who punched was none other than Lu Yi.

"Again?!" Han Zhao was dumbfounded. He ducked and dodged Lu Yi's punch. At the same time, he slapped the back of Lu Yi's hand and deflected his punch.

"Good boy!" Lu Yi's expression changed as he felt the huge force coming from Han Zhao's palm.

He grabbed Han Zhao's arm and rolled up his sleeves.

Looking at the clear mountain mark on Han Zhao's swollen and blood-swollen arm, Lu Yi's pupils shrank suddenly.

Then, he rolled up the sleeve on the other side, and the same mountain mark suddenly appeared.

"Twice the qi and blood breakthrough! You boy, wow!" Lu Yi was surprised, happy, angry and laughing.

"Master, if I said that I had a breakthrough recently, would you believe it?" Han Zhao said with a smile.

"roll roll roll!"

...

Three months can be said to be fast or slow.

Han Zhao soon received a summons from Zhu Kangsheng.

Today was the day when the sword was reforged, and it was also the day when he said goodbye to Zhu Kangsheng.

Han Zhao disguised himself as Song Que and went to Lianfeng Villa.

As soon as he entered the villa, he was invited into the back hall by Chu Tie, the owner of the villa.

When Han Zhao first chose to name himself at Lianfeng Villa, he had interacted with Chu Tie and found him to be a pretty good person.

Because Chu Tie, like Zhu Kangsheng, his family had also been persecuted by Feilong Village.

In addition, Zhu Kangsheng said that he could definitely be trusted and that his assistance was needed in recasting the sword, so Han Zhao agreed to inform Chu Tie of the matter.

"Master Song, Kang Sheng is inside." Chu Tie came to the door of the forging room in the back hall and stood there, motioning for Han Zhao to go in, but he stayed at the door.

This is the forging room exclusively used by the veteran blacksmiths of the villa. Since the sword was reforged for Han Zhao, no one else has been allowed to use it for a long time.

The people in the villa only knew that the chief and deputy villa owners had taken a big order and were working hard on forging day and night, but they didn't know anything else.

Because the two of them would take turns guarding the door of the forging room to prevent anyone from sneaking in.

"Master Chu, thank you very much." Han Zhao cupped his fists and saluted, opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered, he felt that his body temperature suddenly increased. It was like entering a sauna in the summer, and every pore in his body was feeling hot.

Looking around, the forging room of about thirty square meters had been cleared, and only Zhu Kangsheng stood in front of the sword-making pool in the middle.

The rectangular sword-making pool is covered with a layer of unknown black-red charcoal. The charcoal is constantly burning, spitting out blazing purple-red flames and emitting a terrifying high temperature that can roast people.

And in the sword-making pool in the center of the flame, there were swords and swords stuck diagonally on one left and one on the right.

At this moment, the swords were burning with fire.

Han Zhao seemed to have an illusion that the swords in the sword pool seemed to be calling him.

"Brother Han, you are finally here." Seeing Han Zhao coming, Zhu Kangsheng smiled happily and said, "This last step can only be accomplished if you come in person!"

"Master Zhu Zhuang, you..." Han Zhao hesitated, he wanted to get a more powerful weapon, but he also didn't want Zhu Kangsheng to die with his sword.

Unfortunately, many things are difficult to have both ways.

"Brother Han, you should read that remaining copy of the Forging Technique. The only complete content in it is 'Sacrifice one's body for refining'!" Zhu Kangsheng stepped forward and said seriously: "Wait for a moment, I will sit at the end of the fire.

When you are strong, jump into the sword-making pool. After the sword has drunk the blood of me, the forger, you must use your own blood as a guide. Only in this way can you hope to make the sword psychic and truly become a magic weapon connected with your mind.

Sharp blade.”

"I understand." Han Zhao nodded.

Seeing that Han Zhao seemed to be unbearable, Zhu Kangsheng smiled freely and said: "Brother Han, there is no need to feel sorry for me. This is the happiest and most relaxing moment in my life. I can avenge my great revenge, and I can use my life's hard work to forge a masterpiece that will be handed down for generations."

, it is truly a great joy in life!”

"Besides, being able to forge weapons for a hero like you will give you no regrets in this life!"

Zhu Kangsheng came to the stone platform nearby, picked up the wine bottle on it, raised his head and took a big sip, and then handed it to Han Zhao.

Han Zhao took the flask and poured the liquor into his throat, as if a raging fire was igniting in his belly.

Zhu Kangsheng laughed loudly, looking at the fire snake rolling in the sword-making pool, his eyes suddenly lit up: "The time has come!"

After saying that, he picked up the wine bottle, raised his feet and walked towards the steps of the sword-making pool, his steps steady and without any hesitation.

"Brother Zhu!" Han Zhao suddenly shouted.

Zhu Kangsheng paused and looked back at him.

"Could you give the new sword a name?" Han Zhao did not say anything to save him, because that would not respect a blacksmith's last will.

"Killing is to protect living beings. Killing karma is not killing people." Zhu Kangsheng drank the wine in the pot in one gulp and strode to the edge of the sword-making pool. The fire snake he swallowed quickly ignited his trouser legs and moved towards him quickly.

Climbing up with his body.

"The sword promises a hero, and the heart repays the friend! Hurray! Hail!"

Zhu Kangsheng laughed, opened his hands, and jumped into the sword-making pool head on.

boom--!

The flames instantly engulfed his body, and the raging fire snake jumped more than three feet high, as if it was about to tear down the roof.

Seeing this, Han Zhao tapped Chengyun's leg lightly on the ground to protect his body with vital energy. He jumped up and jumped onto the sword-making pool. The short knife cut his wrist and blood spurted out. He fell down from the front and dripped into the pool.

on the sword.

Bah, bah, bah!

Like drops of water dripping into a hot oil pan, the swords in the sword-making pool reacted violently in an instant.

The flames quickly began to subside, and the sword that was originally as black as ink also changed accordingly.

The sword body turns from black to white, like silver frost;

The blade turned from black to red, like the setting sun.

A feeling of blood connection came from the sword body and blade body.

In an instant, the flames in the sword-making pool disappeared completely, and the high temperature that seemed to melt people just now was gone.

Han Zhao fell to the edge of the sword-making pool, controlled the muscles of his wrists to squeeze and contract to stop the bleeding, and at the same time grasped with both hands, taking in the health-preserving Qi, he put the sword into his palm through the Qi.

The body and blade of the sword were as cold as ice and looked nothing like when they were first cast.

Han Zhao looked intently into the sword-making pool and saw that except for the extinguished black charcoal, there was no remains of Zhu Kangsheng left at all. His bones, blood, and spirit seemed to have all been donated to this peerless sword.

"To kill people is not to kill people, but to protect lives." Looking at the red demonic long sword in his palm, Zhu Kangsheng's words came to Han Zhao's mind, and he happily said: "In that case, let's call you the 'karma-killing' sword.

."

Buzz~

As soon as Han Zhao finished speaking, the sword seemed to be psychic, and the entire blade trembled slightly in his hand.

An emotion similar to joy passed from the blade.

"The Karma Sword is psychic!"

Buzz buzz!

As if sensing Han Zhao's joy, the Sword of Rebirth held in his left hand also trembled.

"The Sword of Purity is also psychic!"

Han Zhao crossed his swords in front of him and bowed deeply to the sword-making pool.

"Brother Zhu, have a good trip."


Chapter completed!