However, the sword still pierced through his body, cleaving his black crow body in two. The violent sword aura did not stop at all, soaring into the sky.
However, Northstar Blade had already given up on life and death. He did not fear these things. He began practicing according to the Taiyuan Swordplay Manual.
At that moment, the rain suddenly stopped, and a rainbow appeared on the horizon.
What Northstar Blade did not know was that the Taiyuan Swordplay Manual was a cultivation manual, the ultimate swordsmanship training manual in the Spirit Qi Era. However, in this Age of Chaos, the human body could not be tempered by spirit qi. How could they endure the torment of sword aura coursing through their bodies?
They chased them all the way to the shrine. The ground was covered in blood, and countless Onmyojis lay in pools of their own blood.
With the guilt he felt towards his parents, the guilt he felt towards Kikyou, and the self-blame he felt towards himself, this sword condensed all of Northstar One Blade's thoughts.
After experiencing so many twists and turns, he accepted everything and faced it calmly.
This sword was unimaginably powerful. Even the female priestess, who had been watching from the shadows, had a look of disbelief on her face.
This was because he craved power. He craved the kind of power that would allow him to transcend the mortal world and rival gods.
In the end, the door to the underground palace was broken by the Onmyojis' frenzied attacks. They escaped from the underground palace and began to run outside.
The hundreds of Onmyojis, who had once been so powerful that he could not contend with them, were now nothing to Northstar Blade.
Without spirit qi, the body could not withstand the ultimate swordsmanship training method. This was the truth.
"Yes!"
At that moment, Northstar Blade put down his father's letter and began to read the Taiyuan Swordplay Manual.
Was this the swordsmanship training method that had caused his father's cultivation to go berserk?
This was because he had lost even his right hand to hold the sword. How could he continue his legend?
In the next few years, Northstar Blade was very lonely.
At the most critical moment, he did not choose to break through. He knew that no one had succeeded. Although he was a genius, this had nothing to do with talent. It was just that his body could not withstand it.
Northstar Blade could not help but laugh at this scene. This scene was so similar to the current him. It was the end of his life. Let's dye the sky a little redder!
His father's advice and the thought of reading the Taiyuan Sword Manual intertwined in his mind, pressing against each other and throwing Northstar Blade's mind into chaos.
Northstar Blade didn't know where to go. He walked and walked in a daze ….
During this period of time, he only had one arm, and he had to endure the ridicule and insults of the crowd. More often than not, he would become a punching bag for some people to vent their anger on.
"It doesn't matter. Even if I don't come, I'm not far from death."
The man with the black crow was the Great Elder of the School of Yin Yang. Who would have thought that he would be killed by Bei Chen with a single slash?
They were afraid. They didn't dare to fight anymore.
The Sword Qi was like a dragon, and the Sword Heart had comprehended the power of heaven and earth. When the sword was unleashed, it was death. When the sword was retracted, it was life. It contained the formless power of heaven and earth. It was the true Sword Cultivator Codex, and not the Demonic Codex as his father had said.
At this time, Kikyou's smile appeared in his mind.
He could imagine the picture of Kikyou crying in the dark underground palace, looking forward to the future when they would meet again, but he could only entrust all the beautiful and yearning for the future to the paintings and the paragraphs of words.
What a satisfying killing!
In this battle, the Heartless Pill in Northstar Blade's hand was like a god's help. Sword energy swept across the battlefield, and the so-called powerful retainers were nothing more than fragile puppets.
At this moment, Northstar Blade felt the urge to tear it to pieces. Although his father had said that this ancient book had brought glory to the Northstar One-blade School, it was an inheritance. But it was precisely because of this that his father's cultivation went berserk, which led to the tragedy.
In the prison, because he only had one arm, he was unable to integrate into any "group" for the past ten years. He was always alone.
With no worries, he swore to fight to the death with this so-called god, all to quell the evil in his heart and avenge Kikyou!
But at this moment, many figures appeared at the entrance of the shrine. Amid the clamor of police sirens, countless figures squeezed through the crowd to Northstar Blade's side.
But the door to the underground palace was closed.
Northstar Blade thought back to the heartless woman wearing a witch's costume on the beach, and the promise he had made to her before she left.
When the police arrived, they took Northstar Blade away and saved his life.
When the girl heard this, she was very surprised.
Northstar Blade chased after them closely. Every time the sword energy left his body, someone was killed.
Although so many years had passed, the battle with Ikegami Tezuka was still a thorn in Northstar Blade's heart. Although it couldn't make up for the guilt in his heart, it was the last thing he could do.
Once again, Northstar Blade approached with his sword. He didn't have the sharpness of the past. He looked like a hunched old man, staggering as he walked, as if he could fall at any moment.
Even though he was extremely weak, he was still extremely terrifying. He became the nightmare of these Yin-Yang Masters. To their horror, they discovered that this man had changed. He had become unimaginably powerful.
But Northstar Blade didn't give up. Although the sword energy gradually corroded his body and mind, and he spent several hours in a daze every day, as long as he was awake, he would practice his sword.
He couldn't help but nod.
Even the old man hadn't expected Northstar Blade to suddenly attack. Even he felt that he couldn't block the violent sword energy that was coming at him.
From now on, he was nothing more than a cripple.
Northstar Blade nodded slightly, walked past the priestess, and walked down the stairs into the darkness …
At this moment, Northstar Blade completely let go of his worries and began to flip through the ancestral inheritance, which had been called a demonic book by his father.
His appearance instantly caused the terrified Yin-Yang Masters to stop running. They all knelt before him.
Before serving his sentence, Northstar One Blade met with Iaiki again. He told Northstar One Blade,
Seeing Northstar Blade fall silent again, the girl continued to encourage him.
After ten years, he felt like he didn't fit in with everything around him. It was as if he shouldn't have been here in the first place.
Many of his memories had become blurred during cultivation, but there was one thing he remembered very clearly, and that was to avenge "Kikyou"!
Although these two memories had started out very well, he couldn't accept the ending.
"That's my deceased father. I'm his youngest daughter. Do you know him?"
After that, Northstar Blade began his sentence of ten years.
Northstar Blade's slaughter continued. Every strand of sword energy that was extracted from his body was as painful as being cut by a knife, but he felt satisfied.
But so what? Northstar Blade felt that this kind of life was actually very peaceful.
After all, everyone realized that he only had one arm.
This step was extremely important in the Taiyuan Swordplay Manual. If he succeeded, all the sword energy in his body would condense into a sword orb, and he wouldn't have to endure the sword energy's torture anymore.
Northstar Blade finally couldn't bear the burden anymore. Blood flowed out of his orifices, and he collapsed to the ground.
He stepped out into the outside world, and everything around him was filled with strangeness and coldness.
At this moment, they were terrified. They didn't dare fight Northstar Blade, and they began to rush out of the underground palace.
Kikyo had brought him out of the dark world, but he couldn't help her when she was at her weakest.
They began to help Northstar Blade, hiring the best lawyers, and expending a lot of manpower and resources to alleviate his crimes.
Soaring sword intent appeared. Northstar Blade didn't waste any words. He knew his body's condition. It was like a candle that had been burned out. The flame was barely flickering, but it had reached its end.
So, at the last moment, he gave up on condensing the sword orb.
"Alright!"
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, he was released from prison.
What kind of god was this?
Day after day, he used the Taiyuan Swordplay Manual's sword techniques to condense sword energy in his body.
The crow landed on the ground, turning into an old man who had been cut in two.
This attack was the eruption of all the sword energy in Northstar Blade's body.
This attack was unavoidable, so he chose to turn into a crow and fight it.
As he cultivated, Northstar Saber finally experienced just how powerful sword qi was.
Northstar Blade fell silent as he read the letter his father Northstar Xiufu had left him.
However, Northstar Blade knew that he could no longer become a legend.
His arrival would always cause the priests and servants in the shrine to tremble in fear, but they still didn't stop him. They knew that someone would take care of him, just like the previous times.
At the end of the day, he was just a mortal. He was no different from the seniors who cultivated sword intent.
No one knew that he was once a ferocious beast. They bullied him as the weakest of weaklings. Northstar Blade's spirit had long since dissipated.
It was time to go …
During his cultivation, he began to vomit blood. He even fell into a temporary coma.
At that moment, a giant crow appeared in front of the shrine. It landed on the ground and transformed into an old man.
Even though Northstar Blade was lying in a pool of blood, no one dared to approach him.
The sun had set, and half the sky was dyed red by the afterglow of the sun.
But he'd killed people, and many at that. His sins couldn't be forgiven.
What Northstar Blade didn't know was that although he'd learned sword intent and sword techniques, he couldn't absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body. As a result, his sword intent grew stronger and stronger. However, his body gradually couldn't withstand the destructive sword energy roaming through his body.
"You want to stop me?"
"Are you their god?" Northstar Blade stared coldly at the old man.
In the past ten years, people from the ancient sword art circle would come to visit him. However, gradually, everyone seemed to have forgotten about him.
At that moment, Northstar Blade's emotions were extremely complicated.
"Then do you want to join our club? Recently, an Indian organization appeared on the Asia server. They're stealing our resources in the game. We're gathering people to counterattack!" The little girl asked again.
The ancient sword art circle was a society that respected the strong. And he was just a former strong person.
"My father died in a competition. Although I hate you, you're a genius in the ancient sword art world. You shouldn't die like this …"
"Sword intent? Very strong! " The moment Northstar Blade appeared, the old man could immediately tell that Northstar Blade was using Sword Intent and a sword technique.
At that moment, a girl suddenly stood in front of Northstar Blade.
A violent blast of sword energy tore through Northstar Blade's right arm. Then, a massive beam of sword energy pierced through the bloody mist and swept toward the old man.
However, one day, Ikutezuka's son, Ikuteki, found him while he was receiving treatment and told him about it.
The shikigami they worshiped could not withstand a single blow. In the face of the sharp sword energy, they all fell in a pool of blood with terrified expressions.
Seeing Northstar Blade appear again, the priestess's eyes were filled with helplessness and pity.
He did not choose to go home, nor did he go to the familiar seaside, because these two places would remind him of his past.
At that moment, Northstar Blade was already very weak. Just like his father, he even trembled as he walked, like a man about to rot.
"Have you made your decision? You'll definitely die on this trip."
Looking at the girl, Northstar Blade shook his head slightly. "I've heard of her before, but I don't know her!"
"Ikumei? Who is Ikutezuka to you? "
Just like how he used to wander around, this time, he was still walking aimlessly.
It seemed like even the heavens did not like his arrival. It was drizzling outside, and gloomy clouds hung low. The outside world was filled with darkness and decadence.
Cultivating sword intent did not just destroy the physical body. Before the powerful sword energy could condense into a sword sphere, it would also cause irreparable damage to the mind. This was also why the ancient sword technique circle forbade the cultivation of 'sword intent'.
No matter how hard he knocked, there was still no response.
At that moment, he still stepped onto the path that his father had walked, the path of sword intent cultivation that he could not turn back from.
At that moment, Northstar Blade gave them a shock that they had never experienced before. Fear spread in everyone's hearts, and they did not even have the courage to go up and end Northstar Blade, who had long since withered away.
However, for some reason, Northstar Blade, who was holding the book, felt as if it was magical, and he could not help but want to flip through it.
"Then I'll kill you!"
As he walked, he arrived at a pedestrian street. There were more and more people around him.
Northstar Blade slowly closed his eyes as his life gradually flowed away.
"Look, you only have one arm, so it should be difficult for you to find a job. Join our club, we can play games together, and we can earn money. Just think of it as helping us out. Our club is really lacking people!" The girl pleaded.
The girl looked sweet, and Northstar Blade could not help but fall into a trance. At that moment, he thought of her.
Every swing of his sword brought with it the thought of death and the dissipation of life. At that moment, Northstar Blade was like a sword demon, and fear spread in the hearts of all the Yin Yang Masters.
Even the Juhe family, who had a grudge against him, chose to help him at this moment.
On the day that he made this decision, Northstar Blade wrote a will, transferring all of his assets, including his house and the ruined dojo, to the Juhe family.
This was the demon that Northstar Hideo had mentioned. The demon was not the sword manuals that could help one comprehend the power of heaven and earth, but the cultivator himself.
However, the female priestess, who was observing from the shadows, smiled.
These words were better than thousands of words, and they gave Northstar Blade hope to continue living.
This time, Northstar Blade arrived at the entrance of the underground palace without any obstruction.
After that, he brought the Heartless Pill to the seaside and watched the ebb and flow of the tide one last time. He staggered toward the Yin Yang Shrine in the tide of memories.
At that moment, Northstar Blade did not understand why they were helping him.
"Stay in there, and we will wait for you to come out. We will wait for your legend to continue. All the ancient sword styles will be your home!"
Looking at Northstar Blade's pale face and weak appearance, the female priestess could not imagine what he had gone through. Although she could not bear to see him die, she still made way for him.
The moment had finally come. Northstar Blade had given up, and he had no intention of leaving this place alive.
After training hard, Northstar Blade reached a stage that his father had failed to break through, and that was to form a "sword pill."
Looking at Ikazumi, Northstar Blade thought of the mistake he had made in the past. The girl's pleading appearance also reminded him of the first time he met the "Kikyou."
However, what Northstar Blade did not expect was that the entire ancient sword arts circle began to mobilize.
"Hello, my name is Ikazumi. Our Battle Asia Club is currently recruiting members. Would you like to join?" the little girl asked expectantly.
However, Northstar Blade smiled.
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