Those who wielded the sword had no fixed pattern.
Yu Yuan, who had transformed into the Sword Bearer, was like a ghost that had entered his body. Facing the beings in the outer realms, the Heavenly Demons, the alien races, and the enormous beasts, he followed the veins of heaven and earth and the ultimate truths of the Great Dao that existed in the universe to attack the weaknesses of the Heavenly Demons, the alien races, and the enormous beasts.
Yu Yuan vaguely felt that his sword was no longer there.
His two bony arms were the strongest and sharpest swords!
The sword soul responded to his sword art with excitement that it had never felt before. It cooperated with his posture and movements, helped him organize the circulation of his spiritual power, Qi, blood, and soul sense, and performed all kinds of sword arts to its heart's content.
Suddenly, he felt that he was that great sword immortal in the depths of the outer realms of the starry river and in the fierce battlefield.
He was facing the countless Heavenly Demons and alien races in the outer realms by himself!
His mind flickered.
Whoosh!
Wisps of soul sense condensed into sword light and the sparkling rivers of sword intent, as if they were rolling up crimson, dark green, or pitch-black stars.
The stars in the nine heavens fell into his mind like pebbles, and the dazzling rivers of sword light formed by his sword intent.
The dazzling rivers of sword intent seemed to have turned into rivers of stars in the outer realms. With the stars as sparkling stones, they were compatible with the creation power of life, the birth and death of species, and the replacement of the sun, moon, and stars.
Different rivers of sword intent contained different truths of the Great Dao.
However, wherever the rivers of sword intent passed, the ferocious and terrifying Heavenly Demons and the experts of the outer realms who were as big as mountains and wearing golden armor were destroyed in body and soul once they were swept by the rivers of sword intent.
The Sword Bearer stood firm in this world, as if he would not fall even after a thousand or ten thousand years.
At the same time.
While Yu Yuan was comprehending the true incantation of sword Dao, the sword beams scattered throughout Sword Prison flew towards the empty stone cave he was in like lightning bolts, giving off sizzling noises.
Every now and then, a sword light would disappear.
The surface of the scabbard in his hand alternated between light and dark, and the insides of the scabbard flashed, looking very strange.
However, not a single wisp of sword intent or sword light could be seen flying out of the countless caves that looked like honeycombs on top of the silver mountain peak to pierce and tear apart space.
However, at the entrance of the cave, there was still a net of sword intent and sword light, firmly guarding it.
However, the sword beams and sword intents between the stone paths became less dense, and the gaps gradually grew larger.
The first person Yu Yuan and Chen Qingyan encountered was Xi Quan who cultivated the Withering Sword. She was originally sitting silently at a corner with her eyes lowered, and she was enveloped in a deathly silent aura.
"Chi la! Chi chi! "
Many of the dense sword intent and sword light on the stone path closest to him were pulled away by Yu Yuan.
Xi Quan slowly woke up.
The white-haired Xi Quan still looked young, but her Qi and blood had dried up. She only had one percent of her spirit energy left, and her soul remembrance was weak.
She stealthily adjusted her breathing and used her understanding of the Withering Sword to change the remaining power.
Her young and beautiful face gradually became wrinkled, and the color of her face became dull and dull.
The power she used to maintain her beautiful appearance quietly flowed from her face and into her dry meridians.
"My meridians haven't circulated spirit energy for too long. I'm not used to it."
She laughed self-deprecatingly, her voice somewhat hoarse.
When the power flowed into her right palm, her chicken claw-like hand suddenly lit up.
Thus, she grabbed the sword case placed in front of her and grabbed the "Withered Sword" that caused people to tremble in fear upon hearing its name. The sharp blade that was tempered from white bones was held by her as she slowly pulled it out of the sword case.
"It's been too long. Even you are about to wither."
Xi Quan looked at the sword in her hand as if she were looking at her lover, and gently placed the fingertips of her other hand on the blade.
The Withering Sword suddenly blossomed with a cold white light!
Very few people knew that this "Withered Sword" was made by her with the bones of her beloved partner!
That person was also from the sword sect. They were originally a pair of golden boy and jade girl, an immortal couple.
She had killed the love of her life with her own hands and used his bones to forge the Withering Sword, walking on an extreme path!
Swoosh!
The person followed the sword. Xi Quan and the Withering Sword passed through the opening created by the sword intent and sword aura and arrived at a nearby cave.
A Moon-Swallowing Ape, who had become as thin as a wolf due to the exhaustion of its Qi and blood, was curled up in a corner. Suddenly, it was awakened.
The Level Eight Moon-Swallowing Ape looked at its infamous neighbor, who had broken through the sword aura seal in the cave for the first time in hundreds of years, and was standing in front of it. It was so scared that its hair stood on end.
"How — how could you?"
The Moon-Swallowing Ape spoke in human language. It trembled and was out of its wits.
Ever since it had been imprisoned in the sword prison and learned that its neighbor was the Withering Sword Xi Quan, this Moon-Swallowing Ape, who had charged out of Haoran with the demon army and was as strong as a Sun God, had been uneasy.
Xi Quan had tried to break through the sword aura seal and attack it, but it had been blocked by the sword aura.
As time passed, the Moon-Swallowing Ape felt at ease. It stayed obediently and did not think too much.
Now, seeing Xi Quan standing in front of it with the Withering Sword, the Level Eight Moon-Swallowing Ape knew that it was in trouble.
"As a great demon, you actually ran away when fighting against a foreign race. You deserved to die."
Xi Quan, whose face was old, gently pinched the bones of her lover and sneered at the Moon-Swallowing Ape. "You're alive because you've made great contributions to the Goblin Temple in Haoran. However, I'm not a member of the Goblin Temple, and I've been removed from the Sword Sect. I can only live for myself. "
She and her lover's bones miraculously merged together and turned into a beam of pale sword aura.
The sword aura was like a blooming flower of death. It was white and eerie, and it exuded an aura that could cause all things to wither. It enveloped the Moon-Swallowing Ape.
The flower bud formed by the sword aura sealed the Moon-Swallowing Ape and devoured its life force.
The Moon-Swallowing Ape howled and screeched in the flower of death formed by the sword aura.
Its life force, flesh, skin, and soul were all rapidly withering. It had reached the end of its life in a short period of time.
The Moon-Swallowing Ape was a mutant of the demon race. When it was imprisoned in the Sword Prison, its power had been extracted from its soul. When it had first entered, its blood had been sucked dry.
However, the Sword Prison was made from a piece of the moon. The Moon-Swallowing Ape had used its bloodline talent to secretly steal the power of the moon to strengthen itself.
This Moon-Swallowing Ape could be said to be one of the few mutants that could retain a portion of its blood energy in the Sword Prison.
Due to this, it became Xi Quan's target.
A short while later, this Moon-Swallowing Ape, who had once been a Level Eight Moon-Swallowing Ape, was thrown out of the flower bud formed by the sword aura like a dead dog.
Bang!
The Moon-Swallowing Ape landed on the ground with many broken bones. There wasn't a trace of blood energy left in its body.
Inside the white flower bud, Xi Quan walked out with light steps.
Her face had become young and beautiful again. Her features were picturesque, and the skin on her neck and hands had a jade-like luster.
The eyes of Xi Quan, who had regained her youth, shone with the light of life. However, the flower bud behind her was filled with the aura of death.
She laughed lightly, and the flower bud turned into the Withering Sword. She gently pushed it into the sword sheath.
"Next."
She grumbled.
…
Hu!
The previous leader of the Dragon Race, who had purple-red skin, passed through the sword aura seal after shrinking his bones.
"Zhong Lida!"
Long Jie's face was filled with anger as he stomped the ground. Hundreds of tiny purple lightning dragons formed from dragon aura charged toward the expert from the Ancient Barren Sect with huge palms.
The short Zhong Lida seemed to know that Long Jie would come over. He laughed, waved his sleeves, and raised his fists.
The hundreds of purple lightning arcs were easily shattered by Zhong Lida's fist intent.
"Old Brother Long, why are you so angry?"
Zhong Lida tried to persuade him as he attacked. "Didn't you just lose a drop of dragon blood? Look, because of your drop of dragon blood, under my tempering, that brat was able to smoothly break into the Subtle realm and finally form his spiritual sense. Only with his Spiritual Sense could he gather the remaining power of that person in the Sword Prison. "
"Old Brother Long, we will be loyal and thank you. We will remember your good deeds."
"Without you, we wouldn't have been able to leave. We would have been trapped in the Sword Prison, unable to see the light of the outside world."
The brutal and bloodthirsty old dragon quickly calmed down when he sensed that Zhong Lipan's strength was not inferior to his after his hundreds of dragon breaths were crushed by his fist intent.
"The Ancient Desolate Spatial World True Technique is indeed powerful. You still have some strength left." Long Jie's expression was dark.
He knew that if he continued fighting, he wouldn't be able to do anything to Zhong Lida. He would be wasting his energy for nothing. "If you want to leave, that's your problem. I'm fine in the Sword Prison. I don't want to leave!"
"Old Brother Long, what are you afraid of? I know." Zhong Lida laughed. "How many years has it been? The person you're afraid of is already dead! You won't get any news from the Sword Prison, but I heard that the creator of the Sword Prison, the first warden, no longer exists. "
"How … how could he be dead?" Long Jie was surprised and shocked. "He's an Essence Soul Realm Sword Immortal. He's the strongest person in the history of the Sword Sect!"
Long Jie didn't dare to leave the Sword Prison because he was too afraid of that person. He felt that if that person knew, they would all die.
"He's indeed dead. If he wasn't dead, I wouldn't have dared to leave the Sword Prison without those sword intents and sword auras." Zhong Lida laughed. "He wasn't killed by the Extraterrestrial Demons or the alien races. He died because of the evil schemes of the Haoran Realm. "
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