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Chapter 584

Words:2859Update:22/06/20 05:43:09

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There were two people standing in the sinkhole, Sword God and Qi Sha.

Seven Kills stood respectfully in front of the Sword God and recounted what had happened to him.

The Sword God put his hands behind his back and stared at the Sword Spirit hovering above White Bone's head. His eyes were burning. When Seven Kills finished speaking, he turned his head and stared at Seven Kills. He asked, "You're saying that the opponent's Sword Dao cultivation is very high? His sword art is very mysterious? "

"Yes!" Qi Sha nodded. He knew that his teacher was obsessed with the sword and would not ignore such a mysterious sword art.

"Even the Rising Sun Sword Art could not defeat him?" Sword God asked again.

Qi Sha said with shame, "This disciple is useless. I did not understand the essence of the Rising Sun Sword Art."

Sword God shook his head, "Wrong! You already understood the essence of the Rising Sun Sword Art. It was just that the opponent's sword art was too mysterious, so you lost. "

Qi Sha's heart skipped a beat. Didn't this mean that the Rising Sun Sword Art was not as profound as the opponent's sword art? His Master had always been very confident in his swordsmanship, but he actually admitted this on his own accord. This was too inconceivable.

Sword God ignored his disciple's shock and said, "According to your description, I seem to have guessed the origin of the opponent's sword art."

"What origin?"

Sword God's eyes flashed with a look of reminiscence. He said, "A cultivator called Tian Chanzi. This person is his disciple."

Tian Chanzi.

Seven Kills' pupils couldn't help but widen. There was a period of time last year when it was the darkest for the Sword Pavilion, because the Sword God's sword technique actually lost to a mysterious cultivator called Heaven Monk, and he was even injured.

To the people of the Sword Pavilion, this was no different from a sudden clap of thunder.

Many people were indignant, thinking that the Heaven Monk must have used some sort of scheme to win against the Sword God.

But Sword God kept it a secret and did not talk about it in detail. No one knew the details.

The cultivator that Qi Sha met this time was Tian Chanzi's disciple. Enemies were bound to meet on a narrow road.

Qi Sha's eyes were filled with killing intent. He gritted his teeth and said, "This disciple is useless. I did not kill this person to avenge my teacher."

"When did I need you to stand up for me? I've lost face, and I'll get it back on my own. Besides, so what if I killed Tian Chanzi's disciple? This is only a method used by the weak. In fact, it doesn't have any substantial meaning. "Sword God unexpectedly said.

Seven Kills shivered. He understood that this was his Master's usual style, but he still couldn't help but feel resentment. After all, his Master had been defeated by Tian Chanzi, and even he had been defeated by Tian Chanzi's disciple. Could it be that his Master and disciple were so unlucky that they would be forcibly suppressed like this?

The Sword God didn't care about his disciple's thoughts. Instead, he looked at the Sword Spirit with eager eyes and said, "As long as I fuse with the Sword Spirit, I will definitely be able to create a peerless divine sword. At that time, even if I face Tian Chanzi again, I am confident that I will be able to suppress him in the way of the sword."

Qi Sha understood and said excitedly, "Then the heavens are truly helping Master. After going through so much danger, we finally obtained the Sword Spirit. That Tian Chanzi won't be Master's opponent in the future."

The Sword God laughed crazily.

Tang Zheng's illusion technique wasn't seen through. He stood at the edge of the sinkhole, motionless as he listened to the conversation between the Master and disciple.

When he heard that the other party had seen through his identity, Tang Zheng was slightly moved. This Sword God was indeed worthy of his reputation. Just from a few words, he was able to recognize the Heaven Flying Immortal Sword Technique.

"Humph, you've met me and you still want to obtain the Sword Spirit. How can there be such a good thing?"

Tang Zheng sneered as he stared at the Sword Spirit.

"If the Battle Spirit Sword absorbs the Sword Spirit, its quality will definitely improve by leaps and bounds. Yes, this Sword Spirit must not fall into the hands of the Sword God. I have to find a way to get it."

The Sword God and his disciple didn't know that someone had already lurked beside them. Seven Kills couldn't wait and said, "Master, then you should fuse with the Sword Spirit now, so as to avoid any more trouble."

The Sword God let out a long sigh and said, "This Sword Spirit has just broken free from its shackles, and is full of sword intent. It is extremely aggressive, and it is not easy to fuse with it at this moment."

"Master, there are really so many rare treasures in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Why don't we just go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains and instead look for this escape?" Seven Kills asked doubtfully.

"There is a Hundred Transformations Star Lord in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. This person is mysterious and unfathomable. If we rashly enter the Hundred Thousand Mountains, it is very likely that we will not be able to return." The Sword God explained.

Seven Kills' heart trembled. Just who was this Hundred Transformations Star Lord? Even his master was so afraid of him. However, this was truly a pity that he couldn't personally go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Previously, there was an unforeseen event in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the restrictions were completely broken. These rare treasures broke free from their restraints and flew out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, wandering all over Hua Xia. This Changbai Mountain is one of the places, and it took us a long time to confirm this point. That's why we spent so much effort to search for it. As expected, the heavens do not let us down, and we found it. "The Sword God sighed.

When Tang Zheng heard this, he was shocked. He knew that the restrictions on the Hundred Thousand Mountains had been removed, but he didn't know that so many rare treasures had flowed out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Who knew how many divine weapons from the Ancient Era were buried in the Prehistoric Heavenly Tomb. Back then, Tang Zheng didn't even have the time to search for treasures, but who would have thought that these treasures would actually run out and benefit the Sword God.

"Since it's a treasure from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, then it's even more impossible for the Sword God to take advantage of it."

He had contributed greatly to the disappearance of the restrictions on the Hundred Thousand Mountains, so how could he let the enemy take advantage of him?

"Then why did these rare treasures fall into the Sky Cavern? Could there be a reason for this?" Seven Kills asked like a curious child.

The Sword God shook his head, "I don't know for now."

Tang Zheng's heart skipped a beat. He had almost overlooked this question. Could it be that there really was a mysterious reason behind this?

But Chi You's heart did not give him an answer this time, so he could only suppress this thought in his heart for the time being.

Since the Sword God had said that the Sword Soul was overflowing with sword intent, was extremely aggressive, and was not easy to fuse with, then Tang Zheng did not have to worry about the Sword Soul falling into the hands of the Sword God for the time being.

However, another problem was placed in front of him. Since even the Sword God was unable to do anything to the Sword Soul, what could he do?

Looking at the rare treasures with his own eyes, but being unable to use them for himself, this kind of pain and torture was not good at all.

Just as he was deep in thought, suddenly, a loud sword hum sounded out from above the Sky Cavern.

Sword God and Seven Kills' expressions changed at the same time, and said: "Someone is coming."

The Sword God did not move, and ordered Seven Kills: "Go and send them away."

"Yes, Master."

Seven Kills accepted the order and leaped up. He stepped on the inner wall of the Sky Cavern and climbed up the Sky Cavern, disappearing without a trace.

Tang Zheng did not chase after him, but stared at the Sword God. The Sword God walked around the Sword Soul, and his expression kept changing.

Suddenly, he pulled out the sword at his waist. This was a wooden sword, plain and dull. It did not have a scabbard, and it was casually inserted at his waist.

Ordinary people who saw this wooden sword would think that it was not a threat at all, and could only be used as firewood.

However, Tang Zheng definitely did not think so. The sword that the Sword God wore so solemnly was definitely not simple, even if it was just a wooden sword.

He was not wrong. This wooden sword was more famous than most of the famous swords in the world, and it was famous because of its owner.

The Sword God had used this wooden sword to defeat countless masters and reap countless lives. In the hands of the Sword God, even a blade of grass or a tree was a divine weapon to kill people.

The name of this sword was Nameless, because it did not have a name at the beginning. It was just a piece of wood that the Sword God found when he was young, and he polished it into a sword again and again.

Then, an inconspicuous boy wielded a nameless wooden sword and defeated all obstacles, weathering countless winters and summers to create the illustrious name of the Nameless Sword.

With the Nameless Sword in hand, the Sword God walked around the Sword Soul even faster. Weng! With a sword hum, the Nameless Sword stabbed at the Sword Soul.

Peng!

A powerful sword intent soared from the Sword Soul. The Sword God took a step back, and the Sword Soul's pulsing light became even brighter.

He glanced at the Nameless Sword in his hand, and then at the undamaged Sword Soul. He knew that his test had not succeeded.

The Nameless Sword had not fused with the Sword Soul.

"Strange, how can I fuse with this Sword Soul? Hmph, no matter how difficult it is, what do I have to fear? "The Sword God coldly shouted. Shua, shua, shua, he stabbed three times in succession.

Fast!

It was too fast. Tang Zheng did not even see his movements clearly. The three swords stabbed at the Sword Soul in one go.

The Nameless Sword pressed against the Sword Soul. It shook violently and retreated an inch, but the second sword arrived in an instant and rebounded a bit more. When the third sword hit the Sword Soul, the Nameless Sword completely negated the rebounding force and accurately pressed against the Sword Soul.

The Sword Soul's light immediately enveloped the Nameless Sword, and the world was filled with terrifying sword intent.

The Sword God's eyes widened, and he shouted in pleasant surprise, "Fuse for me!"

Circulating his energy, the Nameless Sword's light became even brighter, pulsing continuously. Even the white skeleton was completely enveloped in it, mysterious and eerie.

Tang Zheng's eyelids twitched, he cursed in his heart, the Sword God was forcefully fusing with the Sword Spirit, if he succeeded, then Tang Zheng could only cry.

Just as he was about to move, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky above the sinkhole. The figure rapidly fell and crashed into the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

Tang Zheng immediately suppressed his urge to attack. He looked at the person lying on the ground in shock. It was Qi Sha.

Who was this person? Even Qi Sha was no match for him.

The Sword God glanced at Qi Sha and was indifferent. He continued to circulate his energy, trying to fuse the Sword Soul into the Nameless Sword.

Whoosh!

A person descended from the sky and landed at the bottom of the sinkhole. He shouted, "Sword God, stop!"

The Sword God was indifferent. He asked, "Who are you? How dare you stop the Sword Pavilion? Do you want to die? "

The person snorted and said, "So what if you are from the Sword Pavilion? Stop now, or your Sword Pavilion's sword slaves will be beheaded."

Tang Zheng and the Sword God looked up. The edge of the sinkhole was already filled with people. The Sword Pavilion's sword slaves were lined up in a circle, kneeling on the ground. Each of them had a sharp weapon on their neck, and they could die at any time.

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