The Immemorial Divine Ship was divided into four levels.
The first level was a huge plaza, the second, third, and fourth levels had many rooms, and in the middle was a sword arena with a diameter of a thousand meters.
The ten thousand Sword Venerables and two Sword Saints of the Ancient Sword Continent could be easily accommodated by this Immemorial Divine Ship.
"Welcome, swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Continent." On the first level, a middle-aged man wearing a golden red cape stood on a high platform and spoke to the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Continent as if he was the master. On the left and right of the middle-aged man stood two youths who looked to be in their twenties.
"The distance between the Ancient Sword Continent and the Immemorial World is about a hundred light years. The Immemorial Divine Ship will travel through the space-time wormhole for about a month. A month later, you will arrive at the Immemorial World. Let me first congratulate you for being able to enter the Immemorial World and leave the backward Ancient Sword Continent." The middle-aged man spoke again with a slight smile on his face, as if he was welcoming them, but it gave off a fake feeling.
There was a smile on his face, but his eyes didn't change at all. They were indifferent, and if one looked carefully, they could see traces of disdain.
Disdain for the Ancient Sword Continent.
This middle-aged man was a Sword Saint expert. Chu Mu and the others didn't know how he was compared to the Sword Saints of the Ancient Sword Continent, but his attitude made the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Continent very unhappy.
Disdain and contempt. It was as if he treated the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Continent as bumpkins.
The two youths on the left and right of the middle-aged man had indifferent expressions. When their gazes fell on Chu Mu and the others, their disdain was very obvious. Their eyes were high and mighty, as if they were great.
This wouldn't make the Sword Sovereigns of the Ancient Sword Continent angry, because they were all elites of the Sword Sovereigns of the Ancient Sword Continent. They were elites who had walked through countless battles and countless life-and-death situations.
Since they were elites, how could they be angry because of the other party's disdain and contempt?
"The two beside me are ordinary disciples of the Sky Edge Sword Palace. You are all young, so you can interact more. You can also have a faster and more direct understanding of the swordsmen of the Immemorial World." The middle-aged Sword Saint smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Although his words were correct, they weren't fools and naturally understood the meaning behind them.
"Of course." Bai Qingshui smiled. He did not ask for the middle-aged Sword Saint's name. It was very simple. From the moment they met, the middle-aged Sword Saint had no intention of introducing himself. Coupled with his words and attitude, it was clear that he discriminated against the swordsmen of Ancient Sword Continent.
Since there was such discrimination, how could Bai Qingshui stick his warm face to the other party's cold butt? Especially since Bai Qingshui was a Sword Saint. As a Sword Saint, he would not be inferior to the other party.
"If you're tired, there are rooms for you to rest in on the Immemorial Divine Ship. It's very spacious. Everyone can have one room. In addition, there are all kinds of drinks and food. You can try them all. I guarantee that the food here is more delicious than the food on Ancient Sword Continent. You'll enjoy it so much that you won't want to leave," the middle-aged Sword Saint said again. His words were filled with contempt.
"Everyone, please go and choose your rooms," Bai Qingshui said. As for the Frost and Frost Sword Saint, he turned around and left without saying a word.
After all the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Continent left, the middle-aged sword saint said to the two young swordsmen, "Don't kill anyone."
"Sir, don't worry. We know our limits." One of the two young swordsmen said.
The other one had a sinister grin on his face.
… …
The rooms on the Immemorial Divine Ship were indeed not bad. Every room had a different feeling. Some felt fresh, some felt ancient, some felt gorgeous, some felt cold, and some felt hot.
The character of a swordsman would more or less be affected by the cultivation method and the profound meaning of the swordsmanship they cultivated.
For example, swordsmen who cultivated the Profound of Ice preferred to live in cold places. On the other hand, swordsmen who cultivated the Profound of Fire preferred to live in hotter places, which made them feel more comfortable.
Chu Mu chose a room with a yellowish-brown color as its main color. It looked simple and desolate. As someone who cultivated the Tianhuang Sword Scripture, he happened to like this kind of environment. This kind of atmosphere made him feel comfortable.
A month's time was neither long nor short. Perhaps it would be over if he went into seclusion once.
This room was almost sealed. Even if he was curious about the outside of the Immemorial Divine Ship, he couldn't see it.
At this moment, the Immemorial Divine Ship was shuttling through the endless darkness. There seemed to be specks of starlight rapidly receding. If anyone could see it, they would definitely have a strange feeling that time was flowing backward.
A hundred light years meant that it would take a hundred years to fly at the speed of light. However, after the Immemorial Divine Ship entered the space-time wormhole, it only took a month. This was enough to show that the ship's speed was unbelievably fast.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed. Chu Mu stayed in his room and meditated.
There was a knock on the door. After opening it, Su Haosha stood at the door.
"The two Immemorial Swordsmen have issued a challenge to us. Do you want to go take a look?" Su Haosha smiled and directly stated his intentions.
"Okay." Chu Mu didn't hesitate at all. He walked out of the room and closed the door. Together with Su Haosha, they went to the first level of the Immemorial Divine Ship.
The first level had the Immemorial Divine Ship's control room, as well as a hall. There was also a place for sword training and sparring. At this moment, many swordsmen had gathered in the arena. Almost all of them were sword sovereigns of the Ancient Sword Continent.
"Who else is willing to come up and fight? Let me see the techniques of the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Continent." On the arena, one of the two young swordsmen stood with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He held his longsword and pointed it at the ground. His expression was arrogant. His sharp gaze swept across the crowd, and a strange smile hung on his lips.
Many swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Continent glared at the Immemorial Swordsman on the arena. The other Immemorial Swordsman stood below the arena, holding his sword. He had a half-smile on his face, and the faint disdain in his eyes was very obvious.
Below the arena, a swordsman struggled to get up. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale. Clearly, he had suffered serious internal injuries.
"Let me." A voice filled with rage rang out. Following which, a silhouette flashed through the crowd and landed on the arena like an eagle. Glaring at his opponent, the silhouette unsheathed his sword. "Let me, Xu Qing, experience your moves."
"There's no need to say your name. I never remember the names of losers." The Immemorial Swordsman sneered. "One sword. I will only use one sword to defeat you."
"Cut the crap." Xu Qing's expression turned cold. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he stared at his opponent. That sharpness seemed to be able to pierce through his opponent.
"Scram!" Shouted the Immemorial Sword Cultivator coldly. He slashed out with his sword. In an instant, a cyan sword light broke through the air. The power of the wind immediately dispersed. It was incomparably sharp and left a clear mark in the air.
"Profound Wind …" Chu Mu and the other swordsmen with stronger spiritual senses were stunned.
"No, it's not Profound Wind."
"It's Profound Wind, but it seems to be different from ordinary Profound Wind."
Doubts appeared in their minds.
In an instant, the green sword light slashed at Xu Qing. Xu Qing had no time to dodge at all. He could only block with his sword and was immediately hit. His entire body was sent flying, and blood spurted out of his mouth as he fell off the arena.
"It's Profound Wind. It's the same as the Profound Wind that we have comprehended, but it seems to be purer …" Su Haosha frowned.
"Xu Qing has the strength of an Extreme Sword Saint, but he was still defeated."
"Such terrifying strength. He defeated Xu Qing with one sword strike. Only the top ten Sword Saints could compete with him."
"I heard that there are ten strongest people among you. I, Situ Xiu, would like to ask for some advice today. I wonder if the top ten Sword Saints are willing to teach me?" The Immemorial Swordsman on the arena said proudly.
"Hmph, let me, Lie Shanhu, teach you a lesson." A ferocious aura filled the air as Lie Shanhu appeared on the Sword Battle Arena. He was like a ferocious tiger that had come down from the mountains. His terrifying aura swept out, startling his opponent. Traces of seriousness appeared in his eyes.
"I hope you can take one sword strike from me." Situ Xiu said. His heart was heavy, but his mouth did not show any sign of weakness.
Lie Shanhu sneered and directly attacked with his sword. A fierce tiger roar sounded out, and the tiger on the Fierce Tiger Sword jumped out. It jumped high into the air, and its sharp claws fiercely slapped at Situ Xiu's head. Once it hit, his head would be crushed.
"Child's play." Situ Xiu sneered. His body was like a gust of wind, rushing towards that huge tiger and slashing out with his sword.
The swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Continent were stunned. Even Chu Mu was surprised. He had personally experienced the terror of that tiger, and he did not dare to face it head on. He did not expect Situ Xiu to dare to do so.
In just a moment, Situ Xiu's body was like a gust of wind, avoiding the tiger's sharp claws. His body passed by the tiger, and his sword carried the power of the wind profound, cutting through the tiger's body.
A slight puffing sound was heard as the tiger fell to the ground. It instantly dissipated into wisps of green smoke. Situ Xiu's body turned in the air and dove down. He waved his long sword, and a green light condensed on the sword. His speed suddenly increased by two times.
In the air, only a series of afterimages were left. Lie Shanhu's pupils shrank. He did not expect Situ Xiu to be able to kill his tiger with one sword strike, and attack him at such a fast speed.
He did not have time to think. Relying on his instinct, he slashed out his sword. A huge sword light broke through the air, and it was extremely heavy. At the same time, Lie Shanhu bent his legs, and his power exploded. The whole arena shook, and his whole body shot up like a meteor. A powerful power gathered on the Fierce Tiger Sword, and the patterns on it shone brightly. Vaguely, one could hear the roar of a tiger.
Kill!
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