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Volume 1, Section 60: Swirl

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    Sixty knots whirlpool

    Passing through the dense forest, in a valley, Jianjun and the other three found a team of Song clan trafficking in smuggled goods.  As early as when Song Lu was wandering around Liyang, Song Shidao had already arranged everything through the Song clan's stronghold in Liyang.  The three of them integrated into the team without any hindrance.  Three long swords were hidden among the goods, and the three of them transformed into three delivery boys.

    After dawn, the team finally entered Liyang City, which was now very hostile.  As soon as they entered the city, a feeling of depression and heavyness came to everyone's hearts.  When entering the city, everyone even met a pair of wealthy people's motorcade who were moving out of the city.  The news that Du Fuwei is about to invade the country with his troops is no longer a secret.  Therefore, even though there was news that Xiufang and others were coming to Liyang to perform, it still failed to put the slightest smile on the faces of everyone in the city.

    Pedestrians pass by in a hurry.  Even people who are acquaintances are no longer interested in greeting each other. Nodding to each other and passing each other are the most common manifestations.  Under the suppressed emotions, everyone seemed irritable and irritable. Only a few moments after the team entered the city, three or five fights broke out on the street due to minor frictions.  And this situation made this important town along the river much quieter.

    Walking on the empty street, Sword Lord felt the invisible fear and uneasiness in the air and the tyrannical atmosphere brewing in this depressed emotion.

    As soon as he entered the dark room of the Song Clan's stronghold, Jianjun immediately retreated into seclusion without taking any rest.

    Since he successfully rescued Fu Junma with the healing sword, an idea has been lingering in the young man's mind.  That was Lu Miaozi's injury.  Lu Miaozi was not only the first famous person that Sword Lord met since he came to this world, but also a close person who had given him great help and care during his five years of practicing swordsmanship, both as a teacher and as a friend.  Thinking about the fact that this genius in the original work finally died from the injuries that had tortured him for decades, the young man has always been worried about it. Now that there is a glimmer of hope, how can the young man let it go?

    However, nine times out of ten, life is not what you want it to be.

    After sitting quietly for a moment, the young man's face became full of anxiety.  The stubbornness of the injury was beyond Sword Master's expectation, and what made matters worse was that for some reason, his thoughts were always difficult to calm down. An inexplicable impulse that came from nowhere was always roaring in his heart, making the young man wish he could  Leap up, kill, scream, destroy, go crazy!  The solemn aura over the entire Liyang City seemed to weigh on the young man's heart in an instant.  The heavy, sluggish feeling almost made the young man vomit blood!

    When he opened his eyes, he saw Song Yuhua's worried expression.  Ever since the young man entered samadhi, Miss Song Clan felt something was wrong.  Every time a young man enters samadhi, although the situation is different, it is always orderly and followable.  It may be lingering in the breeze and lift up the hair, or it may be so lonely and desolate that it makes one's heart palpitate, or it may be as majestic as a mountain that shakes one's heart. Recently, it is often as silent as death.  But today it is very different.

    The qi machines clashed crazily, as if a trapped beast wanted to return to the forest. The chilling beastliness made Song Yuhua almost put his energy on guard!

    "What's wrong?" Song Yuhua asked hurriedly as he saw the anxious young man opening his eyes.

    "I want to make a sword!" The young man shook his head and stood up. He took a deep breath to calm down his uneasiness, and then said in a heavy tone.

    After walking out of the secret room and letting go of the violent emotions in his heart, Sword Lord actually had no worries.  Because this situation is not the first time for the young man.  Two years ago, when the young man heard about the viciousness of a landlord who was not well-known but whose methods were outrageous, he had the same emotional fluctuation from his heart.  That time, what surged in my heart was the murderous intention to punish God on behalf of heaven. It was also that time.  Then with an awe-inspiring feeling in his heart, the Sword Master forged the Sin Sword Tianfa.

    This time, the sword master was naturally aware of the restlessness in his mind. Thinking about it, it was time to summon a swordsman again from the void of his mind.

    The Song clan's stronghold in Liyang was a warehouse. If it had been in the past, people would have been coming and going in the warehouse, and goods would have been piled up like mountains.  But now, after all, the Jianghuai Army is peeping on the side, and the huge warehouse is empty. Only the members of the Song clan in the warehouse are doing nothing, practicing sword practice in boredom.

    However, in recent days, the sound of clanking iron can be heard in Song clan's warehouse.  The sound of iron striking lasted for more than a month.

    ??Every morning, I get up at 9:00 to have a meal, and then go to the newly built casting room in the warehouse, where pieces of iron ingots are transported to the casting room.  The sword master stood beside the anvil, the fire in the furnace was burning brightly, but the young man did not use it to melt iron.  Just place the pieces of iron ingots on the anvil, use the sword energy in your body to hammer the iron ingots, and in the process of hammering, you will use your own sword energy to temper the fine steel!

    ???????????????????????? tempered and achieved outstanding results.  Not only were the one hundred kilograms of iron ingots tempered to produce more than sixty kilograms of fine steel, but most of Sword Master's internal injuries were healed in more than a month.  And finally, although the violent energy in his heart was getting stronger and stronger with the depressive atmosphere in Liyang City, the young man who had gradually adapted to it was now able to barely stabilize his mind and observe the void of thoughts in his sea of ??consciousness.  Just as the sword master expected, the uneasiness he felt these days was a sign that the young man would soon be able to unite as a swordsman again.  In the void of his mind, there was already a black mist that was three miles in diameter and too thick to be dissolved.

    After fasting for three days, it was finally the day for the sword master to open the furnace and practice sword practice.  The day for making the sword is not an auspicious day, it is just chosen by the sword master after he senses a trace of aura in the dark.  The weather was not good that day.  Dark clouds came over the sky, and heavy rain poured down.  The roaring thunder in the sky made Liyang City look particularly solemn.

    He clamped the already red fine steel in the blazing flames onto the anvil, and kept hammering down the hammer in his hand. The sword master slowly closed his eyes, letting the manic energy in his heart drive his hammer down heavily.

    Zhenzhen and Song Yuhua watched from a distance.  At first, I was shocked by the violent energy that suddenly emanated from the sword master, but gradually, I just felt that there seemed to be a mysterious pattern in the crazy hammering.  The vague feeling made the two of them unconsciously close their eyes and try to find the trace of a pattern. However, after closing their eyes, the two of them were surprised to find that the giant hammer in the sword master's hand was shocked by the influence of the Qi machine.  It blended into the heavy rain outside, and there was no trace of it!

    Suddenly, a strange sound alarmed the two of them who were immersed in the heavy rain.  Before Zhenzhen opened her eyes, she shouted: "Who is it?!"

    Before the shouts could end, a gust of cold light rushed towards Sword Lord from the rain curtain outside the door!

    "Despicable!" The sword master who kept hammering away seemed unaware, but Zhenzhen shouted and jumped up.  The slender jade legs drew a graceful arc from under the skirt, and a strong wind blew up out of thin air. Although it was not very powerful due to Zhenzhen's low cultivation level, it was enough to blow away the incoming hidden weapon!

    After kicking away the hidden weapon, she turned around and Zhenzhen fell back to the ground. However, Song Yuhua had already arrived at the door, looking at a figure holding an umbrella in the rain.

    "I didn't expect that the girl Zhenzhen next to the King of Hell Jian would have such exquisite kicking skills. It's really surprising." The visitor seemed to be confident and walked slowly, even his tone was slow and leisurely.

    "Are you Huo Qingqiao?" Zhenzhen ignored the other person's compliment, but Song Yuhua had already caught a glimpse of the golden abacus in the other person's left hand, and suddenly realized in her heart.

    "That's right. Miss Song, today Huo is here to avenge the murder of his son. Please make it easier for him." Huo Qingqiao was not surprised that Song Yuhua revealed his identity.

    "Humph, is it just you?" Listening to Huo Qingqiao's words, Zhenzhen snorted with disdain.

    "Of course I can't defeat the evil spirit of the Hell King Sword, but my Sichuan Gambling House plus a few good players in the south of the Yangtze River should be enough." As soon as Huo Qingqiao finished speaking, he saw on the roofs of the surrounding buildings,  There are people everywhere.  .  Behind it came more than a dozen masters who walked silently.

    "Boss Huo, why bother talking to this little girl? After killing that boy, I will take this girl back with me to see if her leg skills are really exquisite!" Amid the obscene words, a  The burly old man strode to Huo Qingqiao's side.

    Since she has been following Jianjun, Zhenzhen has never been so humiliated. The red-faced little girl stamped her feet and was about to rush out, but Song Yuhua had already caught her.  "Boss Huo, I wonder how everyone in my warehouse is doing now?"

    "Don't worry, Miss Song. Everyone in the warehouse is safe"

    "What a tricky girl!" Just as Huo Qingqiao was talking to Song Yuhua with a smile on his face, Zhenzhen, who had already taken Song Yuhua's hint, rushed into the rain with a gust of fragrant wind, flying close to the ground, with a jade foot straight up  Click on the forehead of the rude old man!

    Although Zhenzhen was right next to Song Yuhua, and the other party could easily see her when she moved, the burly old man must have been half a beat too slow when Song Yuhua paused and made noises.  The old man mistakenly slapped Zhenzhen's chest with his palms, but he lost the opportunity in the end!

    Seeing the other person patting her chest, Zhenzhen, who was already furious, felt even more embarrassed!  His right leg, which was as straight as a spear, suddenly turned around and wrapped around the old man's left arm like a spiritual snake. However, his body turned around in mid-air!

    In the "click" sound, the spiral force suddenly tore the muscles of the old man's arm into pieces. Zhenzhen's left foot, which had arrived in front of the old man in a blink of an eye, had already smashed the old man's throat, and made a sound that could not be uttered.  The screams were all stuck in my throat!

    With the power of crushing the old man's throat, Zhenzhen's figure flipped back to Song Yuhua's side from mid-air, and the sparks of lightning flashed between the flints.A series of actions to kill an opponent was always completed in the air!  But Huo Qingqiao and others had no time to react!

    "Zhenzhen, your swirling kick technique finally broke through!" Looking at Zhenzhen who was coming and going in the pouring rain, but her clothes were only half wet, Song Yuhua couldn't help but feel excited knowing that the other party's two years of hard training had finally succeeded.  Inwardly pleased with it.
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