In front of the Sword Furnace, a figure stood proudly like a desolate ancient sword. His two sword-like eyebrows were raised high, filled with sword intent.
Qi Sha!
This person was the Sword God's disciple. He had fought with Tang Zheng and the others in the Changbai Mountains.
Tang Zheng's expression was slightly cold as he stared at him.
Compared to before, Qi Sha's aura was completely different. His cultivation had clearly improved by a lot.
He still remembered Qi Sha's Rising Sun Sword Technique, so he did not underestimate him. However, with so many experts around him, he did not fear him.
"Tang Zheng, it really is you!" Qi Sha's tone was filled with boundless killing intent, "You killed my master. This time, I will make you pay with your blood."
"Qi Sha, are you the only one? Where is Song Yu? Isn't he the one in charge of the Sword Pavilion? "Tang Zheng asked curiously.
Seven Kills said coldly, "Cut the crap. You'll have to get past me first."
"Alright, then I will test your skills." Tang Zheng took a large step forward but was beaten to it by Martial.
"Let me!" Martial said, "Sword God's disciple, if you miss this opportunity, you won't have it again."
The meaning of these words was very thought provoking.
The Sword God's bloodline would no longer exist from today onwards. Therefore, she rushed to fight with Qi Sha.
To her, Qi Sha was a very good opponent to train her martial arts.
Ever since she started cultivating the Fire Underworld Divine Palm, her cultivation had greatly increased. Now, she had reached the limit of a Xiantian martial artist — — Ninth Grade Xiantian. She was only a step away from the Great Scholar Realm.
This kind of cultivation speed was simply unimaginable to her in the past.
She had once fantasized that if she reached the Great Scholar Realm in her thirties, she would already be considered very powerful.
But now, she was only in her twenties and was actually about to reach the Great Scholar Realm. She was even more powerful than her master and master's wife.
She was very clear on who the greatest credit should belong to.
Qi Sha understood the deep meaning of Wu's words. His anger burned more and more. He said, "Wu, you are in cahoots with these cultivators. I will take your life first and offer it to my master's spirit in heaven."
Shua!
He shook the long sword in his hand and performed the Rising Sun Sword Technique. The light at the tip of the long sword was as bright as the sun. It slowly rose from the sword, as if a red sun had risen from the sea.
Martial crossed his palms, one cold and one hot, the two attributes alternating in the center of his palms.
Now, she had a deeper understanding of the Netherfire Divine Palm, and she understood more about the extraordinariness of this cultivation technique.
When she first started cultivating the Inferno Divine Palm, it was very domineering, very similar to the Roaring Flame Saber that she used to cultivate.
But later on, she gradually realized that when things reached an extreme, they would move in the opposite direction. When the inner strength that was like a red flame was cultivated to the extreme, it actually gave birth to an extremely cold inner strength.
Fire gives birth to cold, and when things reach an extreme, they will reverse themselves.
This made her feel the profoundness of this palm technique.
It was precisely because of this transformation that her power had advanced by leaps and bounds, and her body had reached a miraculous state of harmony between Yin and Yang.
At this moment, when she used this set of palm techniques, her palms alternated between hot and cold. In the end, her left hand was cold, and her right hand was hot.
If it was anyone else, they would have been tormented long ago, but she would not. Two waves of inner strength silently circulated within her body.
Seven Kills could also see that this set of palm techniques was extraordinary. He still roared and thrusted his sword forward.
The sun-like sword light suddenly exploded, transforming into small sword Qi. Like a shotgun, countless sword Qi shot towards Martial like marbles.
Martial did not say a word, both of his palms fiercely pushed forward, a vast and mighty palm wind that alternated between cold and hot swept forward, like a huge wave that could topple mountains and overturn the seas.
Bang, bang, bang …
A series of explosions rang out as the palm wind and the sword Qi collided.
The two of them tapped their toes and rushed towards each other at the same time. In an instant, in front of the sword furnace, the two of them were like graceful butterflies, rising and falling as they fought.
Although Martial did not have a weapon, his hands did not lose to a weapon, especially the Netherfire Divine Palm. Cold and hot alternated, blazing and cold palm wind swept towards the opponent, the killing power was astonishing.
Bang!
A tree was struck by the palm and broke into two. Ice gradually formed on the broken part, and even in the summer, it still emitted cold air.
Seven Kills just happened to see this scene. His pupils constricted, his heart trembled, and he immediately slashed down with his sword.
Puff!
The sword Qi was blazing.
His Sunrise Sword Art was also a very masculine sword art, so even the surging Sword Qi showed a masculine Qi, which made people feel as if they were burning flames.
The air shook and was slashed to the sides by the sword Qi. Then, a rainbow pierced through the sun and the sharp sword pierced straight through, directly reaching the top of Martial's head.
Martial growled, both of his hands rose into the air, clamping down on the sword.
The surging sword Qi immediately tried to harm her hands, but his palms released two waves of inner strength, one cold and one hot, resisting the sword Qi.
Moreover, the sword underwent a drastic change. One side seemed to be burned by flames, turning fiery red, while the other side seemed to be covered in ice, turning snow-white.
In addition, the cold and hot energy spread upwards, and soon, it reached the sword hilt.
The entire sword body turned red on one side and white on the other, presenting a strange scene.
Seven Kills' eyes widened as he looked at this scene in disbelief. He roared unwillingly, urging his inner strength to resist.
However —
Crack!
With a crisp sound, the sword broke inch by inch, turning into fragments that scattered on the ground.
"This …"
Seeing his sword destroyed, Seven Kills was heartbroken and furious, but there was nothing he could do.
With a thought, Wu Xin pushed both of his palms forward. Peng peng, two palms struck Qi Sha's chest at the same time.
Whiz!
Seven Kills flew backwards into the sword furnace, leaving behind a long trail of blood in the air.
Martial took advantage of the opportunity to pursue and enter the sword furnace in a flash.
This sword furnace was very simple and crude. It was a small pavilion made of straw, surrounded by simple wooden walls.
Seven Kills broke the wooden door and entered the pitch-black sword furnace, while Martial chased after him and disappeared into the darkness.
Suddenly, Tang Zheng became alert and shouted, "Don't chase after him."
In a flash, he chased after him, but just as he reached the door, a figure flew out.
His gaze turned cold as he hurriedly caught it. It was Martial that had fallen into his embrace.
Martial gasped for breath, his face pale, and said, "There's danger in the sword furnace."
Seeing that she was fine, Tang Zheng heaved a sigh of relief and comforted her, "You step back first, I'll take care of him."
Martial was a little angry. His strength was clearly higher than Seven Kills, but after entering the sword furnace, he somehow suffered a blow and was actually kicked out in a sorry state.
"Be careful." Martial clenched his teeth and warned.
Tang Zheng nodded his head lightly and walked into the sword furnace with large strides. When he crossed the threshold, a wave of hot air assaulted his face.
Taking a closer look, he actually found a huge furnace in the middle of the sword furnace. It was filled with bubbling hot molten iron, and beside it were swords that had not been forged yet. They were bright red and emitting hot steam.
Seven Kills stood in front of the furnace, staring straight at Tang Zheng. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his expression was dispirited, but his brows were extremely ferocious.
"Tang Zheng, you killed my master. I am not skilled enough so I have no way of taking revenge for my master, but I will not admit defeat." Seven Kills said in a powerful voice.
Tang Zheng coldly snorted, and asked: "Seven Kills, you are inverting black and white. If it wasn't for the Sword God coming to kill me, how could he have died in our hands? Are we going to stretch out our necks and wait for death? "
Seven Kills was speechless. After a long while, he said, "I don't care. In any case, Master died in your hands."
Tang Zheng shook his head, he did not want to argue with him and said: "I only want to ask you one question. Where are the other people from Sword Pavilion? Where is Song Yu?"
There were a total of several hundred sword slaves in Sword Pavilion, but they had met too few sword slaves along the way. Furthermore, they did not see any other sword slaves on the Divine Sword Peak, so he was very curious.
Seven Kills said sinisterly, "Song Yu is the same as you, ambitious and cowardly. When he heard that you were attacking, he actually abandoned Sword Pavilion and escaped with his people! If Master knew in the underworld, he would definitely be ashamed and regret passing down Sword Pavilion to him. "
Seven Kills was angry and unwilling, but also heartbroken. Furthermore, there were two handprints on his chest, one red and one white, one fire and one cold, making him look even more desolate.
"Escaped?" Tang Zheng raised his eyebrows. This Song Yu was truly cunning, his ability to run away could be considered first class.
Back in the capital, he had also escaped when the situation was bad. Now that he had heard the fighting outside, he did not hesitate to escape with a group of sword slaves.
"Those cowards deserve to die. They listened to Song Yu's bewitchment and have already betrayed Sword Pavilion. They are not worthy of being Sword Pavilion's people." Seven Kills angrily accused.
Tang Zheng secretly nodded. After all, Song Yu was a member of a large family. He was eloquent and had many methods to bewitch people. Of course, he was not someone who only knew martial arts like Seven Kills could compare to.
In the Sword Pavilion, although Qi Sha's seniority was higher than Song Yu's, he couldn't compare to Song Yu in terms of small tricks.
This result was not out of Tang Zheng's expectations.
However, the cooked duck had flown away, which made Tang Zheng very unhappy. He asked: "Where did they escape to?"
"Don't say that I don't know. Even if I knew, I would definitely not tell you." Seven Kills said sinisterly.
Tang Zheng inwardly shook his head. He knew that he would not be able to dig out any useful information from him.
"Seven Kills, you were clearly not Martial's match just now, but you forced her back and even injured her. You haven't used up all your tricks yet, right? This time, I will personally witness your skills because you will not have this chance in the future. "
Tang Zheng had the confidence to say these words. Seven Kills did not refute him, but his eyes kept changing.
In the end, he firmly locked onto Tang Zheng. He became resolute and said: "I will die with you."
Boom!
With a loud sound, he overturned the furnace beside him. Fiery red molten iron spurted out from the furnace and splashed in all directions. The sword furnace immediately caught on fire.
At the same time, Seven Kills grabbed an unfinished long sword from the furnace. The long sword was fiery red and sizzling sounds came from his palm. There was a burnt smell coming from it.
However, he did not feel anything. Instead, his face was completely red as he pounced towards Tang Zheng. The fiery red long sword in his hand lit up.
The light was boundless, as if it really was a blazing sun, releasing all of its light and heat.
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