"When I was ten, I climbed Sword Mountain in search of a sword and was able to pull out Qiuniu. When I was twenty, I went deep into the mountains of Liaodong and found Chi Wen at the bottom of a lake. When I was thirty, I found Chao Feng in the forest of steles in the wilderness of Northern Han. When I was forty, I traveled to West Chu to teach Manjushri and met Bi 'an on the Buddhist throne. When I was fifty, I went to Shu to find Jiao Tu. When I was sixty, I went to the southern border to seek revenge. I inadvertently saw Ya Zi nailed to a towering ancient tree. When I was seventy, I found Da Xia under a stone slab on an ancient bridge in Great 'an City. When I was eighty, I went to the old Dongyue Kingdom to visit friends and met Pu Lao inside an ancient bell. When I was ninety, I entered Great' an City and saw Pi Xiu. Now, I have gathered nine swords. My life should have been complete. "
When the old man reached this point, he smiled. "In this life, other than searching for swords, I have only ever searched for swords. I have never asked why I practice the sword. Every ten years, I would ponder how to abandon the sword and obtain its intent. Ten years after ten years, I have truly missed many people and many sceneries."
Hsu Fengnian raised his head and gazed at the sky.
In his field of vision, there was a sea of golden clouds. Sunlight sprinkled down like feathers, gorgeous and moving.
Afterwards, the sea of clouds was like a piece of satin that had been ruthlessly pierced through by an awl, creating a slightly slanted opening.
Hsu Fengnian did not move at all. However, a dozen or so famed swords from a carriage flew towards the opening in the sea of clouds.
A massive sound exploded in the sky, like the striking of a bell, shattering one's eardrums.
One could faintly see that the dozen or so famed swords that had been uprooted from the ground were all broken and fell to the ground.
Wind and high spirits flew out from the sea of bamboo in Western Shu. With Hsu Fengnian as the center, they circled around in a large circle, forming a prison and trapping Hsu Fengnian.
Then, sword qi swept out from Northern Han, transforming into ten fragments. Each fragment was a sword, and the ten swords became one qi. It was as if an immortal was leading the way.
A majestic aura came from the northeast. A long rainbow pierced through the sky. With Liaodong as the starting point of the sword momentum and Hezhou as the landing point of the sword momentum, it drew a shockingly huge semicircle. It was wrapped in a stream of water mist, trying to repel the fire.
Then, a qi appeared from the distant southeast. the sword qi, filled with an ancient intent.
There was a total of nine streaks of Sword Qi, each with their own merits.
The Old Tomb Master of the Wu Family spent a total of ninety years to find the nine swords. He did not use the ancient swords themselves to fight against his enemies, but only took the will of the swords for his own use.
The old man had indeed chosen a good time to show himself. When he was rushing to River Province, the Sword Qi had already risen from the ground.
If there really was an immortal who could look down on the mortal world from the Nine Heavens, he would be able to see the nine streams of Sword Qi coming from all directions on the ground, all heading towards the same destination, where Hsu Fengnian was standing.
Hsu Fengnian had been standing in the same place all along, but other than the red sandalwood sword box on Wang Sheng's back and the seven bound swords, all the famous swords on the three carriages had already flown out of the carriages to fight the enemy.
About three hundred meters behind Hsu Fengnian, a large section of the road was torn apart by the thunderclaps.
There were two places at different heights beside Hsu Fengnian. One was seventy feet away, while the other was sixty feet away. More than twenty famous swords were destroyed before they could enter Beiliang's territory.
There was even a qi that fell from the sky, scattering a cloud of fine powder four feet away from Hsu Fengnian's head.
The streaks of Sword Qi were getting closer and closer to Hsu Fengnian.
They were aggressive.
The Yazi Sword Will with the heaviest killing intent swept over, destroying the twelve ancient swords with Gu Chengjian in the lead. However, the mottled and messy Sword Qi had already surged to twenty feet in front of Hsu Fengnian.
However, the Sword Qi that came right after was the most powerful, like a ferocious beast that could swallow all things without spilling out.
Hsu Fengnian spread out his hand and summoned a Clothes Tamping Sword. The two swords perished together. However, Hsu Fengnian had also retreated ten feet, but the Sword Qi had closed in on him by twenty feet.
At this moment, the old man still had two streaks of Sword Qi that he had yet to use. One was the Sword Qi of the Pepper Diagram that swam around in a circle, and the other was the Sword Qi of Qiuniu that had never appeared.
It was obvious that the old man was already ten feet away from Hsu Fengnian.
On the other hand, Hsu Fengnian had almost no swords left to use. The three carriages had hidden swords, leaving behind only the Sword Immortal Chen Qingming's relic, Zi Buyu, and an ancient sword of unknown origin. The sword's body was engraved with the words "Plucked String".
Zi Buyu hovered behind Hsu Fengnian, holding the Plucked String Sword in his hand. He held the sword hilt with one hand and pressed two fingers on the tip of the sword with the other hand, pressing the sword's body into an arc.
Hsu Fengnian removed the hand gesture of holding and flicking the sword at the same time, and silently said, "Go."
The Plucked String Sword spun non-stop and disappeared in a flash. Zi Buyu also flew behind him.
At the same time, the old man who had only taken one step forward in the battle finally began to move forward.
It was as if he had been patiently waiting for this moment.
The man and the sword arrived.
This was the old man's tenth sword.
If the nine swords were a gift from God, the old man who had lived for almost a hundred years had also practiced one sword.
In an instant, the old man broke through the ten feet distance of Hsu Fengnian's Imminent Skyline.
The nine treasured flying swords were all deflected by the old Tomb Lord's majestic Sword Qi.
Two fingers were pointed at Hsu Fengnian's forehead.
But Hsu Fengnian's fist was also on the old man's chest.
The old man said softly, "Very good."
Hsu Fengnian slowly retracted his fist, somewhat puzzled.
The old man said with relief, "At this point, you are still willing to exchange your life for his. Great Grandpa has lost."
Hsu Fengnian didn't know what to do when he heard the strange name.
The old man touched Hsu Fengnian's head with a kind expression and said, "Great Grandpa was worried about others standing here, so he had to come here himself to escort you. I know you won't recognize me as your elder, and the Sword Tomb has indeed wronged Little Su. But nothing can be accomplished without rules. Every family has its own difficulties. Your Great Grandpa had no choice but to be the bad guy back then. "
Hsu Fengnian's lips trembled, but he still didn't say the three words.
The old man didn't care. He retracted his hand and took a few steps back. He carefully looked at his great-grandson and smiled. "Every family has its own rules. If Great Grandpa didn't do this, there would be no reason for me to give you a gift that has been owed for many years."
The old man continued, "The Wu family once broke through ten thousand cavalry with nine swords. Great Grandpa was able to practice the sword himself, but not as the head of the family. Now, not to mention nine swords, even nineteen swords and twenty-nine swords can't break through the ten thousand cavalry of Beimang."
"Your Great Grandpa has never liked Xu Xiao, his grandson-in-law. Who told him to be so weak in martial arts? Even now, I still feel that this bastard is not worthy of Little Su."
It seemed that the old man was talking to himself. Hsu Fengnian, the nominal great-grandson, was silent.
The old man laughed heartily. "Great Grandpa is very happy to see you."
The old man had probably seen enough of this extremely promising and appetizing great-grandson. When he passed by the young man, he patted the young man's shoulder and said, "Don't shoulder everything by yourself."
The old man walked away with his back to the stubborn young man who still hadn't called him Great Grandpa.
"One day, more than a hundred people will leave the Sword Tomb of the Wu family and enter Beiliang on horseback with swords."
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