Sword God in Marvel

Looking down at the steel sword in his hand, the longer this steel sword lasted, the more Ximen Chuixue felt that this sword was not suitable for him, and the more he rejected this steel sword.

“What’s wrong Simon?” Gwen couldn’t help but feel curious when she saw Simon Chuixue looking down at the long sword in her hand and silent.

“This sword is not for me!” Simon Chuixue looked away from the sword.

“Not suitable? But this sword looks good, huh? Gwen didn’t understand how this so-called sword differed from other things, and she even felt that the longer this sword was used, the more comfortable it would feel, just like human habit.

“Probably! Unfortunately, it didn’t suit me after all. I’ll forge a sword for myself with my own hands! No need for precious materials, no good looks, no need for sharp blades! Just want what suits me! Ximen Chuixue put the sword back into its scabbard and said with a smile.

“Forge your own sword?” Gwen asked curiously.

“Yes. Forge your own sword! Exactly, today is the weekend! There is time to forge the sword! Ximen Chuixue smiled slightly.

“Can I watch you forge a sword? Well, I’m just curious, curious about what kind of sword you want! Gwen explained.

“Of course you can!” Ximen Chuixue smiled slightly.

After breakfast, the two meet and head to Chinatown, walking on Chinatown, where Gwen is completely different from the places she used to be in about the items and curiosity sold in Chinatown.

“It’s really special! A lot of things I haven’t seen! What is it? So cute! Gwen stopped in front of a small vendor and watched the owner of the small vendor flexibly sketch the appearance of a villain with boiled sugar.

“This is Sugar Man! Made with sugar! Boss! Give us two! ”

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Stop-and-go along the way, Gwen and Simon Chuixue held a lot of things in their hands, and finally came to the destination of the two of them, the dilapidated blacksmith shop.

“Are you? I can tell you that I will never give you back what I sell! You don’t want to get your money back! Just after Ximen Chuixue walked in, the old man saw Ximen Chuixue, his face changed and he immediately said.

“Rest assured, I’m not here to return the goods. I’m just going to borrow your iron stove. Ximen Chuixue shook his head.

“What? This is my guy who eats, how can you use it casually! You know, it’s my baby! It’s ten dollars, and today it’s for my use. Ximen Chuixue directly took out a banknote.

“Well, though, even if it’s ten dollars, I will never betray my treasure! Absolutely not, I have a deep relationship with it…” The old man looked at Ten Dollars, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, but finally shook his head firmly.

“Alright! Twenty dollars! That’s the price at most! It will definitely not rise again, if you don’t borrow, then forget it! Ximen Chuixue took out another ten-yuan bill, and twenty dollars was placed in front of the old man.

“Deal! Don’t say today, even tomorrow! The old man immediately changed his face, grabbed the two banknotes in Ximen Chuixue’s hand, and then kissed them on the banknotes hotly.

“Okay then! Tomorrow it will still be mine! Ximen Chuixue took the old man’s words.

“Oh! No, my damn mouth! The old man slapped his mouth and said with a look of remorse.

“Didn’t you say it was your baby? Betrayed it for these twenty dollars? Aren’t you afraid it will be sad? Gwen couldn’t help but ask as she watched the old man change his face so quickly.

“Hi hi hi! It’s just a broken stove! Does it know what sadness is? Twenty dollars, enough for me to buy a good bottle of wine! Goodbye lad, and little girl, I wish you all a good time! The old man pouted, said unimpressedly, looked back and saw the money in his hand, and immediately cheered happily and ran away.

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Simon Chuixue lit the stove, laid out some of the steel and iron blocks and other materials he had prepared in advance, and then took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

Ximen Chuixue originally did not have any muscles on his body, but since he began to practice the sword technique of the Sword God, the muscles on his body began to increase, and until now, he has produced a distinct muscle, like a flowing line. Although it doesn’t look as good as those bodybuilders, it looks more pleasing to the eye.

Gwen looked at the muscles of Ximen Chuixue’s upper body, and couldn’t help but light up her eyes, this muscle on Ximen Chuixue’s body was attractive enough for her.

Grabbed the bellows with both hands and pulled it up hard, the flames in the furnace flew, the temperature rose rapidly, and Simon Chuixue had also thrown materials such as steel into the stove, and the flames were licking the steel materials.

Gradually, the materials in the furnace begin to melt, and the melted iron juice that looks like running water is introduced into the mold prepared earlier, and then cooled and shaped.

Gwen on the side looked at Ximen Chuixue’s actions without blinking, and when he saw the sweat beads on Ximen Chuixue’s body running through Ximen Chuixue’s sturdy chest, he couldn’t help but feel a dry mouth.

After the sword embryo was made, Ximen Chuixue held the fire tongs in one hand, holding the sword embryo, and raised dozens of pounds of heavy iron hammer high in the other hand and smashed it down heavily.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After all, it was the first casting, and at the beginning, it would be a little jerky, but later, Ximen Chuixue began to apply the knowledge mastered in the book to practice.

The iron hammer continues to fall hard, boom! In the original violent voice, there was a hint of rhythm, and listening to the ears, it was like a violent music.

At this time, Ximen Chuixue was completely immersed in the fun of this iron strike, and the sword body on the iron felt was constantly tempered by the iron hammer, and the impurities were gradually separated.

The hot sword embryo was put into the cold water next to it, made a snorting sound, took it out of the cold water, put it on the iron felt again and knocked, again and again, I don’t know how long it took, Ximen Chuixue’s eyes lit up, bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the sword embryo.

“Ugh!” Seeing this scene, Gwen couldn’t help but exclaim, but she knew that she couldn’t disturb Simon Blowing Snow at this time, and quickly covered her mouth.

This step is the blood sacrifice, which Ximen Chuixue learned in that tattered ancient book. Ximen Chuixue does not know whether it is true or not, but the book says that blood sacrifice can increase the spirituality of weapons, strengthen the fit between the master and weapons, and so on.

The blood mist sprayed on the sword body, and immediately made a snorting sound, I don’t know if it was evaporated or absorbed by the sword body.

“It’s done!” Ximen Chuixue’s eyes lit up, looking at the sword he forged, and there was an indescribable joy in his heart.