Chapter 2: Black Blood Divine Sword (1/2)

He clearly remembered that a hole had just broken in the blade of this failed product, but now the spot had disappeared!

Could this sword be able to repair itself automatically?

Didn’t this sword a failure?

Becoming a true master of swordsmith was the ideal pursued by Jin Zhengqiu all his life. He knew that a sword that can automatically repair itself was not nonexistent!

There was a legend, and it was beyond the existence of spirit weapons!

Spirit weapon had a simple spirit, but it didn’t have the ability to repair itself automatically!

Did I accidentally cast out the existence of a transcendental spirit weapon?

He was only excited for a short time, and his heart cooled down again.

He casually cast a sword that transcends the spirit weapon. Judging from his decades of experience, this was obviously not in line with common sense!

If the sword beyond the spirit level could be cast so quickly, he was afraid the spirit sword on the street had already become a common product.

I’m only forty years old, and I’m strong. I’m not blind, and I can’t be wrong.

The sword has never left my side, so it can’t be replaced. The frozen blood spot can’t be imitated so easily.

Just when Jin Zhengqiu gently wiped the sword with silk, frowning and thinking, he suddenly felt that the long sword in his hand began to heat up, getting hotter and hotter, burning his hands.

Soon, the whole blade turned crimson, as if it had been burned red by an invisible flame!

Jin Zhengqiu hurriedly put aside the sword, scared to take two steps back. He scanned around, and there was nothing strange around him. Then he stared at the sword now, completely ignoring his scalded palm.

He felt that something terrible was going to happen!

Sure enough, many tiny particles like dust seeped from the red-hot sword, and more and more small gray particles seeped out, gradually covering the whole sword.

Jin Zhengqiu’s mouth opened wide. This process was very similar to the step that the swordsmith repeatedly struck the sword embryo with a hammer to remove impurities in the sword embryo.

Could this sword evolve?

It was hard to imagine!

He kept asking himself, ‘What the hell did I cast?’

After the sword no longer oozes gray impurities, and the crimson color fades gradually, Jin Zhengqiu clamped the sword into the snow water with iron tongs to cool it down, and once again uses it again to cut down the intermediate level sword, and the cutting edge of the intermediate level sword collapses! While the magic sword was intact.

This confirmed Jin Zhengqiu’s guess.

It really evolved!

From a low-level weapon, evolved into an intermediate level weapon!

Since it could evolve from a low-level weapon to an intermediate one, could it still evolve into a high-level weapon, a top-level weapon … evolve into a magical weapon, evolved into a spirit weapon … and even evolve into a weapon that only exists in myth?

Unlimited possibilities!

He knew that these might only be his fantasies, but seeing the scene of the sword evolving with his own eyes, his dreams were not impossible!

Jin Zhengqiu held the sword, and his body shivers with excitement. He kept stroking the blade with his injured palm. His “amorous” eyes are like looking at the love of his life.

“What a disgusting look!”

“Where to touch, damn it, just fucking touch yourself!”

“I can’t stand it, this damn old man, I want to kill him!”

“I’m going to slice him apart; I’m going to cut him to pieces, I’m going to chop him into minced meat!”

Within the sword, Chen Hao’s soul roared loudly.

Just now, the sword absorbed the soul and blood of the little apprentice to nourish Chen Hao’s soul before he woke up.

When Chen Hao woke up, he was so crazy to see Jin Zhengqiu’s insignificant small movements and eyes!

Not only the flesh was gone, but he was also trapped in a long sword. Not only he could not avenge, but he was also held in the palm of the enemy … This was simply terrible torture.

Unfortunately, no matter how he roared and cursed loudly, Jin Zhengqiu couldn’t hear his voice.

At last, Chen Hao was tired of tossing himself, and then he remembered a crucial thing.

“System, are you still there?”