In the Sword Collection palace, there was a divine mountain called Sword Collection. The mountain was not connected to the ground. Instead, it hovered in the sky, covered in treasured swords. As long as a disciple of the Sword Collection palace underwent a heavenly tribulation and became a formal disciple, they could pull out a treasured sword from there and use it as their personal sword. On the day they passed away, the sword would return to the Sword Collection peak, waiting for its next master. Holy Church
The cultivation method practised by the Sword Collection palace focused on becoming one with the sword. Practising was practising the sword, and practising the sword was practising.
Even if it was an ordinary piece of iron, after being refined by several generations of experts, it would become a divine weapon. One could well imagine how powerful these swords were. It was rumored that they contained the spiritual will of their previous masters, and would only be drawn when they met a suitable master. Therefore, not only did people choose their swords, but the swords also chose their masters. There was no shortcut, only fate.
Once the man and the sword were together, it would be like meeting a good teacher, a helpful friend, a confidant, and the benefits it brought to the wielder were far from as simple as a powerful sword. This was the foundation of the Sword Collection palace, as well as the origin of the name Sword Collection.
Sword cultivators were already stronger than ordinary cultivators in battle, and with such a treasured sword accompanying them, it was like adding wings to a tiger.
Amongst the swords, there were differences in strength. Ten of them were renowned throughout the world, and they were collectively known as the Ten Famed Swords. No matter which disciple pulled it out, they would be nurtured with everything they had in the Sword Collection palace. Basically every single master of the Sword Collection palace originated from there. The Green Ruins sword was one of them.
This was no longer as simple as growing a pair of wings. Instead, he had directly turned from a tiger beast into a tiger daemon. Dealing with the three old geezers was as easy as it could get. However, it was strange that Fu Qingjin had only undergone the heavenly tribulation recently, so how could he grasp the Green Ruins sword so quickly?
Hwa Seung-zan was born in an aristocratic family. His seven orifices were exquisite, and he had a good memory. The things in his head were probably even more than the Book of Omniscience. Naturally, he would not be ignorant of the history of the few big sects in Qingzhou.
He suddenly remembered another reason why the Green Ruins was famous. It was the only set of male and female swords among the Ten Famed Swords. The Green Ruins was the female sword, while the male sword was called Purple Clouds. Its power was even greater than the Green Ruins. When one sword was born, the other sword would definitely not be far away.
Since the Green Ruins had appeared, where was the Purple Clouds?
Thinking up to there, Hwa Seung-zan suddenly looked at Yu Zijian. She was staring straight down. Was she?
Thinking back to how Fu Qingjin looked at Yu Zijian Just Now, he immediately understood. Holy Church
Yes, the Green province was so large, so why did Fu Qingjin have to travel all the way to the Clear River prefecture to kill a Daemon General? With his strength, just how many Daemon Generals were his opponent? As it turned out, that was his objective.
In the large sects, there would definitely be people who were proficient in divination and could see through the mysteries of heaven. Therefore, when the large sects accepted disciples, other than looking for talented disciples like ordinary sects to learn from, they also had a very special method, and that was to find 'fated people'. There were very few disciples who accepted this method, but they could often pick out some amazing people from the sea of people.
These people were like unpolished gems. They often didn't seem to have any special cultivation aptitude. They should have no fate with cultivation and could only take up mortal jobs. Once they received guidance and set foot on the path of cultivation, they would immediately be like a dragon that had entered the ocean, soaring into the sky.
If he had guessed correctly, Chenglu had instead climbed up the social ladder. Although the Hua family possessed some power in the Clear River prefecture, it was nothing compared to the Sword Collection palace. His thoughts immediately extended to an extremely distant place. He thought about how he could use this information to benefit the Hua family. The battle below was instead no longer within the scope of his concern.
The outcome of the battle had already been determined anyway.
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Fu Qingjin appeared in the Green Ruins, standing on a pillar that had been broken in half.
The pillar would require several dozen people to wrap their arms around it. It was possible to imagine just how grand the palace it supported in the past was.
"The Sword Collection palace!" Li Qingshan's eyes narrowed. Fu Qingjin overlapped with a certain figure in his memories. Although Oxen had casually wiped him out, the sharp sword Qi still remained in his heart. He dared not forget about it.
"You've heard of him before?" Fu Qingjin turned around and asked. He had just raised the Green Ruins sword before stopping again. (The Sacred Hall)
Before Li Qingshan could reply, the Ancient Bronze Corpse General finally broke free. Its bronze armour was in tatters, and many of its bones were twisted and broken. It roared furiously at Li Qingshan, about to lunge at him.
Fu Qingjin glanced at it, and its roar immediately stopped. The Ancient Bronze Corpse General fled in a hurry, running towards the Lone Grave Elder like a frightened dog running towards its master.
The three elders gathered together and slowly adjusted their spiritual qi. None of them had any intentions of fighting anymore, as they understood that since he had already taken action, there was no need for them anymore. When they thought back to their clash on the Green Vine mountain, they could not help but sigh.
"Is there anything else you want to say? Whatever, it's all nonsense. There's no point in saying more. "Just like how the Soaring Dragon Elder had been in the past, Fu Qingjin swung down with his sword.
The streak of light was like a streak of green, deep green. It was like a green eye had opened up in the air, absorbing all of their minds. It contained endless sighs of emptiness, recounting the vicissitudes of life and the vicissitudes of life.
No matter how glorious a civilisation was, there would be a day when it would wither away. No matter how powerful an empire was, it would not be able to avoid the fate of destruction. It would only serve as a place for future generations to mourn. What were the measly creatures that existed there?
In the end, Li Qingshan possessed extraordinary willpower. He reacted with a single shudder, throwing a punch and retreating rapidly. At the same time, he used the Spirit Turtle's Profound Shell. He basically completed these three actions at the same time.
Li Qingshan immediately retreated to several dozen meters away. The streak of light landed on the Spirit Turtle's Profound Shell, and his daemon qi rapidly depleted. The Spirit Turtle's Profound Shell trembled and swayed, but it managed to endure in the end.
He gasped for air gently as his scarlet eyes shone like fire. He was no longer the Li Qingshan of the past. He would never be struck by a sword without being able to react again.
The three elders looked at one another. They could all see the shock on each other's faces. What kind of daemon was this? It was instead easier for them to accept that Li Qingshan could block their attacks, but they had a deep understanding of Fu Qingjin's strength.
"Oh?" Fu Qingjin was surprised as well. Originally, he planned on killing this puny daemon casually before dealing with the Daemon General, but he was rather surprised now. "From the perspective of daemons, you're quite impressive. You really are a hybrid after all. However, it's exactly because of that that I have to kill you now to avoid future problems."
Just when Fu Qingjin was about to strike, a black shadow enveloped him. He turned his head slightly, and Milliped's fierce mouth was only inches away. Its gaping mouth seemed even more like the entrance to hell.
At such a close distance, Milliped had launched a sudden attack. Even if Fu Qingjin wanted to dodge, it was rather too late. The foul air assaulted his face, ruffling his hair. His expression remained the same.
With a great rumble, Milliped smashed through a pillar, but Li Qingshan showed no joy at all. He had never underestimated any enemy, and Fu Qingjin was even less of an existence that he could not underestimate. He took a violent step forward, and a crack rapidly extended forward. The rubble exploded loudly, but Fu Qingjin was nowhere to be seen.
A speck of green light flashed across his vision. Afterwards, thousands of specks of light gathered together like fireflies, turning into Fu Qingjin.
Li Qingshan widened his eyes. Was this the power of the Green Ruins sword? Wouldn't that make him invincible?
Fu Qingjin casually tossed out the Green Ruins sword and used his fingers like a sword, using the most common technique of controlling a sword. However, the Green Ruins sword twisted and turned, completely vanishing from sight. It wove into a complicated, geometric pattern in the air, enveloping Milliped.
Milliped let out a painful hiss. Blood sprayed all over his body as he twisted his body and lunged forward.
Fu Qingjin turned into a streak of green light again, gathering somewhere else. He rubbed his chin and murmured to himself, "He really is a carapace daemon. His life force is extraordinary. Looks like I'll need to cut off his head." His gaze landed on where Milliped's head connected to his body. He raised his sword like it was nothing special, and he swung it.
This was a move that even a third-rate swordsman like Yu Zijian knew. When he used it, it became an unstoppable killing move.
The surging daemon qi turned into a flood that surged towards Fu Qingjin. With a twist of his sword, he split the flood apart.
The two skulls whistled down from above, and the remaining Steel Plate corpses on them all lunged towards Fu Qingjin with a roar. Sword qi turned into thousands of strands, and the Steel Plate corpses were torn to shreds.
Fu Qingjin was suddenly surprised. He turned around and collided with a crystalline bone sword. He praised, "Impressive sword style!" The sword move and sword intent that had erupted in that instant had even surprised him slightly. He was even more surprised when he saw that the wielder of the sword was a skeleton.
Little Ann had waited patiently for a very long time, sacrificing all the Steel Plate corpses to bait the enemy. She stabbed out with her full strength, but all she got was praise from him.
Her swordsmanship changed. Sometimes it was light and agile, sometimes it was heavy and solid, and sometimes it was unfathomable. Xiao An pushed the swordsmanship she had learned from the Cursive Sword Calligraphy to the limit. She infused all of it into her sword. Coupled with the fact that every single strike was a desperate attack that would take her down with her, it made her even more powerful.
Fu Qingjin did not use the Sword Manipulation Technique either. He wielded a sword in one hand and used his sword style, clashing with Little Ann. He wanted to see her sword style.
Little Ann advanced, and her sword moves changed to the limit. Fu Qingjin retreated, slashing horizontally and vertically, but he was able to block Little Ann's sword moves every single time.
In a single moment, the two swords clashed a thousand times, producing a strange, drawn-out hum. Countless strands of sword Qi shot out in all directions. Wherever the two of them passed by, dust would fill the air.
Along the way, a relatively intact building collapsed loudly. Its structure had been completely destroyed by the sword Qi, collapsing under its own weight.
Countless cracks appeared on Little Ann's white bone sword. She only attacked and did not defend. If she were made of flesh and blood, she would have been shattered by the sword Qi already.
Li Qingshan roared at Milliped, "Return to your original form!" The advantage that came with his colossal body had already vanished. He had no chance of winning this battle. He had to flee.
However, everything before him had been enveloped by illusions. Let alone the tunnel, he could not even find the pit. If he wanted to flee, he could only charge through the illusions first, but that was easier said than done.
This time, Milliped did not listen to him. His body trembled, and he charged at Fu Qingjin again. Every one of his movements was as ferocious as thunder, but Fu Qingjin relied on his strange light transformation technique. No matter how many times he attacked, it was useless.
As expected, Fu Qingjin's body turned into a stream of light once again, gathering in the air. He shook his head and said, "Idiot!"
Little Ann fell from the sky, exhausted. Li Qingshan caught her. No, this won't do. I have to think of something!
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