The sound of hammering could be heard. Zhao Hai's upper body was bare, and he kept hitting the flying sword in front of him with the hammer. That's right, it was a flying sword now. The sword was three feet, three inches, and three centimeters long. It still had the shape of a shark's tooth, and the sword body was slightly twisted, making it look even more ferocious and terrifying.
This sword did not have a hilt, and Zhao Hai did not intend to give it a hilt. This was a flying sword, a pure flying sword that would not be used in close combat.
Now, the sword had shrunk to its limit, and the blade had become a translucent light gold color. It looked very beautiful, but there were some tiny teeth on both sides of the blade, which made the attack power of the sword even stronger.
The reason why Zhao Hai was still forging the sword was not because he wanted to remove the impurities, but because he wanted to put a magic array into the sword.