In Xianyang City!
"Puff!"
When an expert at the peak of the ninth grade Martial Royal Realm unwillingly wanted to take back his Natal Sword, a trace of invisible force directly cut off the connection between him and his Natal Sword.
His mind instantly suffered a serious injury, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood essence. His face immediately turned as pale as paper.
"My Qing 'er!"
An expert at the peak of the ninth grade Martial Saint Realm spat out blood essence as he called out to his Natal Sword in grief.
"What the hell is going on?"
A quasi-Martial Venerable expert in the void ignored the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth and watched his Natal Sword, which he had carefully cultivated for a hundred years, quickly fly to the top of Jianying's head. He could not help but roar to the sky.
Looking at the countless swords that exuded a sharp aura being forcibly gathered above Jianying's head and gradually condensing into a sword dragon about a thousand meters long, the Ancestor of the Heavenly Martial Sect muttered to himself with an ugly expression.
"Just to save the Heavenly Sword that carries the destiny of swordsmanship, you would rather sacrifice the Natal Sword that tens of thousands of swordsmen have painstakingly refined and nurtured. Aren't you afraid that hundreds of millions of martial artists in the Tianxuan Continent will abandon swordsmanship?"
"Ancestor, what the hell is going on?" Teng Yunjie, who had also lost his Natal Sword and immediately took an elixir to heal his mind, asked with a gloomy face after hearing the Ancestor's muttering.
In the face of Teng Yunjie's questioning, the Ancestor only shook his head and did not explain why countless Natal Swords were out of control just now.
However, at this moment, he felt extremely fortunate that he was not a pure swordsman. Otherwise, losing the Natal Sword that had reached the highest grade of the Venerable Realm would not only weaken his own strength, but also affect the Three Tribulations of the quasi- Emperor Wu Realm.
Seeing the destiny of swordsmanship forcibly cut off the connection between the minds of countless swordsmen and their Natal Swords, Yu Haoran, who quickly withdrew the white cudgel, had a flash of understanding in his eyes.
The reason why the destiny of swordsmanship could become the top of the martial arts branch of destiny was entirely because of the belief of hundreds of millions of sword cultivators in the Tianxuan Continent.
If hundreds of millions of sword cultivators all abandoned swordsmanship, then not only would the destiny of swordsmanship weaken, but it would also very likely disappear completely.
When he thought of this, the heavy pressure that he had to bear from the sword dao providence's suppression suddenly relaxed a lot.
At the same time, he gradually formed a plan to completely weaken the Sword Dao Providence, but he still needed to discuss it with Thaling to see if it was feasible.
"Alas!"
After noticing what the Sword Dao Fate was doing, the spirit of Xuanyuan, who was desperately resisting the Thaling's suppression, suddenly sighed. Then, it withdrew its attack power, allowing the Thaling to completely suppress it, and was directly absorbed into the Víctor.
"Xuanyuan, nothing in this world can last forever, not even the invisible fate formed by the branches of martial arts."
Although the Xuanyuan Sword was kept in the body of the Víctor, Thaling did not suppress the spirit of the Xuanyuan Sword, which had given up resisting. Instead, he allowed the spirit to appear in Yu Haoran's mind.
After seeing a trace of sadness in Xuanyuan's eyes, Thaling came to his side and comforted him.
"The Sword Dao is still the first branch of martial arts formed at the beginning of the world. After being tempered by the ancient times, the Middle Ages, and the Recent Ages, it has not weakened at all. Instead, it has become the most powerful branch of martial arts."
The Pagoda Spirit was kind enough to comfort Xuanyuan, but the Pagoda Spirit's words made Xuanyuan feel uncomfortable.
"Thaling, even if you and I are destroyed in the Infinite Calamity, the Sword Dao Fate will never disappear."
Thaling did not feel a trace of displeasure because of Xuanyuan's refutation. He looked at the Sword Dao Fate that was about to condense into a thousand meters long dragon and asked with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.
"Xuanyuan, do you still remember the Sword Dao that was able to compete with the Sword Dao in the Middle Ages?"
Hearing Thaling mention the Sword Dao in the Middle Ages, Xuanyuan, who was staring at the Sword Dragon, immediately took a few steps back. His face was as white as a sheet of paper.
"Xuanyuan, just as you said, the Sword Dao may never disappear, but I believe that Yu Haoran will be able to suppress the Sword Dao and prevent it from ever rising again. Even its survival will be in his hands." Thaling looked at Yu Haoran and said confidently, ignoring the fact that Xuanyuan's state of mind was affected.
Xuanyuan forced himself to calm down and sneered in disbelief. He then continued to focus on the Sword Dao Fate that was condensing into the Sword Dao Fate. Suddenly, his attention was attracted by a young man who was rushing towards the Sword Dao Fate.
It was Lu Yuan, the genius swordsman who used his own blood as a guide and made a blood oath to protect Yu Haoran for the rest of his life.
Of course, what really attracted Xuanyuan's attention wasn't Lu Yuan's talent in swordsmanship, nor was it his courage to face the sword dragon. It was his natal swordsmanship that hadn't been taken away by Xuanyuan.
"An Jian!"
To be able to resist the Sword Dao Fate and forcefully take away one's Sword Dao Fate, one had to be strong enough to resist the Sword Dao Fate, just like his own Xuanyuan Sword.
The other was the Heaven, Earth and Human Swords that had a special relationship with the Sword Dao Fate.
Xuanyuan had already seen the Heaven, Earth and Human Swords in the Heavenly Sword Sect. It was not Lu Yuan who was rushing towards the Sword Dao Dragon.
Even an expert who was close to the level of Emperor Wu was unable to resist the Sword Dao Fate and forcefully take away his Sword Dao Fate. Lu Yuan, who was only at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint realm, definitely did not have such strength.
Then, he could only be the fourth Sword Dao Fate of the Heaven, Earth and Human Swords: An Jian.
"Pagoda Spirit, Yu Haoran was willing to destroy the Natal Sword that you had painstakingly forged in order to kill Jian Ying. Is he trying to protect An Jian's growth?" After thinking about Lu Yuan's true identity, all kinds of thoughts flashed through Xuanyuan's mind. He roared with a hint of excitement.
"What do you think?" Thaling replied with a smile.
"I got it!" Nodding his head, the disappointment and sadness on Xuanyuan's face was immediately replaced by excitement. He looked at Lu Yuan with a look of anticipation.
"Sword Dao Fate, I don't care how many Swordsmen's Sword Dao Fate you want to take away, but you cannot break the connection between my master and his Sword Dao Fate." Lu Yuan, who had rushed in front of the Sword Dao Dragon, roared with a fierce expression.
Yu Haoran, who was afraid that something would happen to Lu Yuan, instantly appeared beside him. He raised the staff in his hand and glared at the Sword Dao Dragon.
Perhaps it was because of Lu Yuan's identity as the An Sword, or perhaps it was because of the immense pressure from Yu Haoran, but a white sword suddenly flew out of the sword dragon formed by the sword dao providence.
The milky white sword instantly appeared in front of Jian Yu and quickly entered his Dantian.
Following that, a special energy wave healed Jian Yu's injuries and restored the connection between him and his Sword Dao Fate.
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