Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4749 – 4749 Ding Beichun in His Prime of Sword

4749 Ding Beichun in His Prime of Sword-Forging
The so-called Sword Dao and Sword Intent were all illusory, and only a medium could carry them.

The blade itself was a kind of medium, while divine power, void power, and even the more profound Yan power were the bearing and the path to realization.

However, the scene in front of Jian Wushuang truly shocked him.

These Sword Intents had no master’s will, and there was no way to guide them. They could only be used by the blade itself, which acted as the medium.

However, they were actually refined and conjured into silver-white water droplets.

At the same time, these Sword Intent water drops fell into the natural moat.

Due to the frighteningly high temperature, the lava here was a strange purple-red color.

Even the temperature of the real sun’s core could not be compared to this purple-red lava. It was simply too hot.

These raindrops of Sword Intent did not fall into the lava after falling. Instead, they seemed to be guided by something and gathered together.

It was only then that Jian Wushuang realized that in the center of the 10,000 miles of lava, there was a furnace.

This furnace seemed to be burning fiercely, as if it was refining and creating a brilliant sun. Tens of thousands of rays of golden light spilled out from the tightly-sealed furnace, which was extremely dazzling.

The Sword Intent was like a drop of water was all guided into the furnace.

At the same time, a 10,000-foot tall figure attracted Jian Wushuang’s attention.

On one side of the furnace, a 10,000-feet-tall, bare-chested figure held an iron hammer in his hand. Without any emotion, he hammered it down on a red Sword Embryo, causing sparks to fly.

Such a shocking scene made Jian Wushuang’s blood boil.

It did not have the complexity and exquisiteness of the way of the sword and the Sword Intent, but only pure iron and fire.

A swordsmith needed great perseverance and great Enlightenment to forge a sword that could seize the fate energy of heaven and earth.

This fusion of iron and fire was the most soul-stirring.

After two or three calls, Jian Wushuang finally came back to his senses.

“Brother Jian, do you want to watch it up close together?” the Young Emperor said with a smile.

Suppressing the agitation in his heart, Jian Wushuang said slowly, “Okay.”

The two Yan Immortals had floated down into the natural moat.

The hammer in his hand, the 10,000 feet tall figure did not feel that there were outsiders coming, he was completely focused on the red Sword Embryo.

Stepping on the land that was floating on the lava like a lonely boat, Jian Wushuang felt that the Yan power on the surface of his body began to burn.

“Beichun, I’m here,” the Young Emperor said in a clear voice, a rare smile in his eyes.

After the 10,000-feet-tall figure heavily smashed the Sword Embryo with his hammer, he stopped his mechanical hammering and turned his head to look at them.

His face was blackened by metal scraps, and it was almost impossible to tell where his facial features were.

However, what Jian Wushuang saw next was a row of bright teeth.

“Brother Yan.”

The Young Emperor laughed. “I thought you’d become a fool. It turns out you still remember me.”

In just a few breaths, the 10,000-feet-tall figure had shrunk to a normal height, and then he quickly ran forward.
His upper body was bare, and his well-proportioned muscles were covered with flowing clouds and water ripples, looking extremely profound.

“Brother Yan, how did you find the time to come here? I remember that it wasn’t long before you came here,” the figure covered in flowing clouds scratched his head and said.

The Young Emperor said helplessly, “It’s been a Hua Year since I last came to see you. This time, it’s the Heavenly Court’s Grand Banquet again.”

“It’s been another Hua Year, but I don’t feel anything,” the figure pouted and said. “I don’t know when my Master will come back.”

“He’ll be back soon, you just need to wait,” the Young Emperor raised his eyebrows and smiled. Then, he put his palm on Jian Wushuang’s shoulder. “Let me introduce you. Brother Jian, Jian Wushuang.”

“Ding Beichun.” The charred-face young man cupped his hands and grinned.

Jian Wushuang smiled in return. Deep in his heart, he felt that the guy in front of him, who grinned with big white teeth, was not as difficult to get along with as he had imagined.

Looking at the churning sea of fire and lava around him, the Young Emperor said, “Beichun, it’s been a few years. It’s time for you to go out and travel. After all, you’ve been alone here for too long.”

The young man, whose name was Ding Beichun, wiped the metal scraps off his face and said, “I’ll be leaving when Master comes to pick me up. I’m also focusing on forging a sword now. I’ll forge a scabbard for you.”

Jian Wushuang was slightly surprised. He did not expect that Ding Beichun was only forging a scabbard.

At the thought of this, he could not help but ask, “The materials and Sword Intent refined in this furnace are all prepared to forge a sword sheath?”

Ding Beichun nodded. that’s right. These things are not good enough for my Master. I might as well make these things into a scabbard for my Master.

Jian Wushuang opened his mouth, but he did not say anything. There was a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

Ding Beichun’s words were too shocking. There was so much unparalleled Sword Intent, but it was only enough to make a scabbard…

The Young Emperor’s natural expression also proved that Ding Beichun was not lying.

“By the way, Beichun, I’ve come here to ask for a favor,” the Young Emperor said. “One of Brother Jian’s swords has been broken. Can you repair it?”

Ding Beichun did not hesitate. “Of course. Can you let me take a look at the condition of the broken pieces?”

Jian Wushuang nodded and then drew the Tarot Divine Sword from his waist.

The sword was unsheathed and let out a clear cry. Even though the sword had been broken in the middle, it did not affect its sharpness.

Ding Beichun’s eyes brightened. He took the broken Tarot Divine Sword and looked at it carefully. “This is incredible. Such an extraordinary sword actually contains such great fate energy.”

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang nodded in his heart. It seemed that Ding Beichun was a true master swordsmithing master. He was able to sense the fate energy in the Tarot Divine Sword almost immediately.

As one of the seven Supreme Ancestral Weapons in the Divine Power Universe, the fate energy contained in the Tarot Divine Sword was naturally extremely terrifying.

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This was also why Jian Wushuang still carried the Tarot Divine Sword with him even though it was broken. A mysterious thing like fate energy controlled too many thoughts of the Great Dao and could deepen his comprehension when he was meditating.

“How is it? Can it be completely repaired?” the Young Emperor asked.

Holding the Tarot Divine Sword tightly, Ding Beichun could not help but nod. “I definitely can. To be able to repair such a real sword is another kind of Enlightenment for swordsmithing.”

The Young Emperor nodded. “I’ll leave it to you then. If you can’t fix it, I’ll hold you responsible.”