C7 The opening of the sword and the appearance of the evil sword

On the seventh day of the seventh month, the weather was exceptionally clear and the sky was slightly bright. The sun quietly climbed to the top of the mountain, and the surroundings still had a faint blush on them. The villagers had also woken up early. After breakfast, they arrived at the foot of Mount Kong.

Beneath Kong Shan's feet, there was a wooden round table about 3 meters tall and 10 meters in diameter. It was the one that Old Mo had hired someone to build this month. The people from the various sects were standing five meters away from the round table. Elder Mo also sent people to prepare a special seat for each sect's head. This time, there were about forty different sized sects. Each sect had about twenty people. The eight hundred people quietly stood around this round table. The atmosphere was terrifyingly solemn. The leaders of each sect were sitting in front of their own disciples. They didn't get angry, but they had their own prestige.

Soon, Old Mo came down from the mountain, behind him were a dozen or so strong men from the village, who were also his disciples who worked in the workshop. Every four people carried a wooden shelf with an unknown long article covered by silk cloth, and Old Mo led them to the round table, placed three wooden shelves in the center, and left behind four people while letting the rest of the people down.

Old Mo cleared his throat, raised the true energy in his dantian, and used the loudest voice he could say to the crowd below the stage: "First of all, I would like to thank all the heroes and the leaders of the various sects for coming to my small village to participate in the Sword Crafting Assembly, which I have organized. I am old, and most of the young people here are just descendants of the martial arts world. Perhaps, I have never heard of my name from your elders, so when I was old, I was afraid that many people did not know me. When I was young, I roamed the martial arts world and obtained the title of "Sword Crafting Immortal." Of course, to today's Tri-Ice Sword, it was just a piece of trash that was not worth mentioning! Only now did he feel that he had wasted some good materials from his sword practice. My Mo Clan was originally a Sword Crafting Family, and our ancestor had once used two swords against Mo Xie. His descendants took Mo Xie as their surname, and it has been more than two thousand years since the last generation. Of course, there were also times where one did not come out of the world, fortunately not losing their inheritance. Ancestor once said that the sword forging house was a place that would never be revealed until the golden age. Right now, the world is at peace, the four seas are subordinate to the emperor, and His Majesty the emperor is young and rarely achieves success. He then followed the will of the heavens and appeared early, just so that he could leave his name in the future and regain the prestige of the Sword Crafting Family. The ancestor must be sacrificed before the sword can be opened. I have set up the altar at the foot of the mountain. Just a moment, please. Please be patient. "

After speaking, Old Mo jumped down from the platform, light as a feather, as though he had some sort of power. Not long later, Elder Mo arrived at the foot of the mountain. A altar had already been set up, and on top of the altar were some incense burner offerings, fruits, pig heads, etc. Old Mo took the three sticks of incense and knelt on the ground, saying, "Ancestor, the Mo Clan's successor, Mo Wen Tang, wants to rebuild the Sword Crafting Villa with four peerless swords. I hope that Ancestor can bless my successor, and allow my Sword Crafting Faction to establish themselves in the martial arts world, and flourish in this life. " Finishing his words, Elder Mo kowtowed three times, stood up, walked towards the altar, and placed three incense sticks on the altar respectfully. Afterwards, he picked up a small wine cup from the altar, sprinkled the wine on the ground and walked towards the Sword Discourse Arena.

Not long later, Old Mo arrived at the bottom of the Sword Discourse Arena and walked up the wooden steps to the center of the Sword Discourse Arena. The clear and loud voice said, "Everyone, you've waited for a long time. We'll begin our attack now."

When Elder Mo finished, there was a flurry of discussion below. Old Mo had no choice but to draw out another mouthful of true energy and loudly said, "Everyone, please calm down. I will open up the sword for everyone now." As soon as Old Mo finished speaking, the noise stopped abruptly, and Old Mo said: "From 20 onwards, I began to wander the martial arts world, at the same time, I also helped people forge swords, and at the same time, I also gathered the best materials that can be used to forge swords in this world. It is called ten years of forging a sword, and after fifty years, I have spent sixty years of my life. For fifty years, I have forged five swords, and divided them evenly, each of them exactly ten years old. However, each of them could be said to be the crystallization of my entire life. On the Sword Discourse Arena, there are four of them. Below, I will open up a sword for everyone. The first sword I brandished was the Heaven's Enmity Sword I forged, its name was Qi Mei, and it was at the place where Qin Shi Huang killed a hundred thousand soldiers. It was a ghost iron rock formed from a thousand year old ghost aura and was supplemented with various extremely evil materials. As a result, the sword had a thick aura of death. Wounded people would be infected by the aura of death, and the injured people would be bleeding profusely. Of course, because the death aura is too strong, it will affect the person who uses it greatly. The person who absorbs the sword's essence and devours its life must not have been using it for more than five years. After five years, the person using it would age faster and his body would undergo drastic changes. The so-called grudge was a person that could be used. They had to have a large amount of hatred, and they couldn't use it unless they had a large amount of hatred, or they had to forget that they couldn't use it. Thus, the sword has hurt the heavens and earth, therefore, whoever wishes to obtain this sword, please break their own right arm. After obtaining this sword, whatever they do has nothing to do with our Mo Clan anymore, it can be considered as an explanation to the martial arts world. The person who was killed by him can only blame him for not being able to fully learn martial arts. " With that, Old Mo walked to the first wooden frame and pulled down the black silk cloth. There was a long sword placed horizontally on the wooden frame. It was blood-red in color and there seemed to be a gray aura of death lingering around the sword. With a single glance, one would feel as if there was a bloodthirsty beast lurking in hell. It was a terrifying sight to behold, causing the hairs on one's body to stand on end. The hilt was blood-red, while the head was shaped like a ghost. The shop assistant behind Elder Mo unconsciously took a few steps back. The people below the stage were all sharp intuitionists. Even the Sect Leaders stood up and looked at the peerless sword on the stage. Old Mo replied, "I wonder which hero is willing to use this sword."