Looking down from above.
The entire mountain was filled with snake lizards, spreading like a plague.
Next to a secluded bridge over a stream.
Two snake lizards had caught up to the human cultivators.
Nie Zizheng wielded his sword and quickly said: "Finish this quickly, otherwise we won't be able to escape even if we win"
The child slowly climbed down from Wei Ni's shoulder and said: "Wei Ni, you go first"
Wei Ni had already placed her hand on the strings of the zither.
He looked at the child, only to see him crouching on the side of the road, picking up branches from the ground.
He then looked at Nie Zizheng, only to see Nie Zizheng rushing forward, his sword turning into a cold gleam that shot towards the larger snake lizard.
This is the moment!
Wei Ni's hand moved.
The sound of the zither resounded, instantly turning into the sound of a powerful army, erupting with waves of sound.
— — – [Unlimited], Heavy Sound]!
The two snake lizards abruptly sank down.
The larger snake lizard was about to attack, but was enveloped by the sound of the zither and stumbled.
— — -the sound of the zither seemed to weigh a ton, greatly affecting their movements.
Nie Zizheng's eyes lit up.
A chance!
The sword in his hand let out a resounding sound as a sharp sword phantom flew out from the sword, piercing straight into the snake lizard's throat.
At the same time, the child picked up a long branch as thick as an arm, uttered a shout, and threw it forward.
In the blink of an eye — —
Nie Zizheng sheathed his sword.
He suddenly trembled, as if he was enduring intense pain.
"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Wei Ni asked.
"I'm fine" Nie Zizheng reluctantly answered.
The child glanced at him, then opened his arms to Wei Ni and said:
"Carry me on your shoulder — — we need to run away quickly"
Wei Ni couldn't do anything but put the zither away and carried him on her shoulder.
"Let's go!" Nie Zizheng shouted.
He and Wei Ni, one in front and one behind, flew towards the faraway wilderness.
Next to the bridge.
There were two four-legged snake lizard corpses in the air.
One of the corpses had its throat pierced through, leaving a large hole in its neck with only a bit of flesh to hold it together.
The other smaller corpse had its eyeball pierced through by a branch — — - the branch pierced deep into its eye socket, smashing the snake's brain into mush.
…
It was dawn.
The sky was dark, the wind was strong and fierce.
In a stone pit that was sheltered from the wind.
Wei Ni stretched out her hand and plucked a note on the zither.
He sensed for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I didn't find any other fellow disciples."
Nie Zizheng looked down and said, "They should all be dead."
Wei Ni was dumbfounded. She cried out involuntarily, "How is this possible? There are so many experts in the sect, how could …"
He shivered and didn't dare to continue.
Nie Zizheng's expression was grave as he said in a deep voice, "Something's not right."
"What's wrong, Senior Martial Brother Nie?" Wei Ni asked.
"The Sage and the Elders have taken their personal disciples away. There are actually no experts left on the mountain. This is such an obvious loophole..."
He suddenly stopped talking.
There were some words that he simply did not dare to say.
Because it was simply too unbelievable.
Wei Ni suddenly said, "Senior Martial Brother Nie, your master is the strongest sword cultivator on the mountain. Where is he?"
"He's dead," Nie Zizheng said calmly.
Looking at Wei Ni's expression, he explained, "The moment the demons erupted, the first thing they did was to surround and kill my master."
"My master died in battle. The other sword cultivators also died."
The child looked at him and whispered, "So you're the last sword cultivator of the Thousand Sound Sect"
Nie Zizheng's gaze turned to the child.
"You're Xia Sheng?"
"Yes"
"Do you still have Yu Lixue's new sword scriptures?"
"Of course I do, I'm a peerless genius"
"Peerless genius … very well, see if you can remember these things"
"… This entire book is filled with sword scriptures?"
"Yes, see if you can remember them all"
The child took the thick sword technique booklet and flipped through it quickly.
Nie Zizheng stood on one side with an expectant look in his eyes.
The child quickly flipped through the entire book and gave it to Nie Zizheng: "I've memorized them all"
Nie Zizheng went silent for a few moments before speaking: "Kai Shan Sword Style, 5th form"
The child used his fingers as a sword and slashed through the void of space.
Dong!
A heavy sound of impact could be heard from the ground.
Nie Zizheng's pupils dilated and continued: "Four Seas Sword Style, 9th form"
The child clasped his hands together and circled around Nie Zizheng like a bird.
"Appear"
Nie Zizheng looked at the void of space around him and spoke.
In an instant, several sword phantoms appeared, then quickly disappeared.
Nie Zizheng sighed and asked: "Xia Sheng, why do you want to be a sword cultivator?"
"I need the trust of others" the child answered.
"Trust? You want others to trust you? And then what? "Nie Zizheng asked.
"This will make it easier for me to save them" the child said seriously.
Nie Zizheng went silent for a moment, then muttered: "Fortunately, I met a peerless genius like you, and your sword technique … I've seen it just now, it's worthy of being passed on to our sect"
He untied the sword at his waist and held it in front of the child with both hands.
The child looked at the sword, only to see that the body of the sword was glistening like water, reflecting the clouds in the sky without a single flaw.
"This sword is called Eternal" Nie Zizheng explained.
"What is Eternal?" the child asked.
"Vast heaven and earth, eternal righteousness" Nie Zizheng replied.
He spoke in a low voice: "This sword is a sword passed down from generation to generation in Thousand Sound Sect, its previous owner was my Shifu, now I'm passing it on to you" Nie Zizheng said.
The child asked: "Why are you passing it on to me?"
"There's no other way, I have another mission, I'm afraid I won't be able to return" Nie Zizheng replied.
Wei Ni exclaimed: "Senior brother, what are you going to do? I'm coming with you! "
Nie Zizheng shouted: "Shut up, your mission is to take Xia Sheng away — — - you have to stay alive until the Saint returns"
The child ignored their conversation and only reached his hand out to hold the Eternal sword.
"This sword is too long for me" the child sighed.
He was only 5 years old, his body was still small, so he couldn't wield this sword as if it was his own arm.
A split second later.
The sword let out a loud resounding noise.
The entire sword completely shattered and reassembled itself, turning into a short sword of the perfect length.
The child nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and swung his sword.
This strike struck the back of Wei Ni's head, knocking her unconscious.
After doing that, he asked Nie Zizheng:
"Let me take a look at your body"
Nie Zizheng asked in surprise: "You can feel it?"
"Yes, there's an evil scent on you" the child replied.
"How do you know? Who exactly are you? "Nie Zizheng asked in surprise.
"Are you afraid of me?" the child asked.
"Not really, your swordsmanship contains the heart of the sword, you're one of us, there's no doubt about that" Nie Zizheng replied.
He suddenly trembled.
"Evil … I can't suppress it anymore … don't move, let me take a look" the child spoke in a low voice.
He took a few steps forward, about to put his hand on the other party's body.
Only to see a strange smile appear on Nie Zizheng's face.
"Ahahaha, I'm out, I'm out, I'm finally out!" he laughed maniacally and was about to retreat.
But a sword gleam suddenly flashed.
Nie Zizheng froze in place, the smile on his face also completely disappeared.
He slowly looked down at his chest.
A sword as smooth as a mirror was stabbed into his chest.
Nie Zizheng instantly showed an extremely resentful expression and gritted his teeth:
"You want to kill me? If I die, he'll also die — — the kind where his soul scatters and scatters "
The child didn't say anything, only wielded his sword with one hand and waved at the void of space with the other.
Boom — —
The void of space split open.
An endless golden waterfall enveloped Nie Zizheng.
A faint figure slowly manifested from his body — — -
It was Nie Zizheng's soul.
"It wasn't easy for you to protect me all the way here before being controlled by that evil technique. From now on, I'll protect you" the child muttered.
A golden light appeared behind him.
As the soul looked at the golden light, he couldn't help but tremble and spoke: "So you're a true Connate — — -"
Before he could finish, a suction force came from the golden light and sucked him in.
In a split second, all the supernatural phenomena disappeared.
It was now that the child spoke: "He's already safely dead, he can just reincarnate later. Now tell me, what exactly are you?"
Nie Zizheng stared at him, then suddenly smirked: "You think I'll tell you anything just because you've restrained me with your sword?"
"You'll die if you don't tell me" the child replied.
"Ahaha, I'm not afraid"
Nie Zizheng — — or rather, the entity inside his body raised both hands, twisted off his own head, and threw it at the child's feet.
He was dead.
The child stayed silent for a few moments, then picked up the head, laid the body flat on the ground, and fixed the head.
"Spirit Capture!" the child shouted.
The corpse slowly opened its eyes.
The child spoke: "Hello, we meet again — — -"
He raised his sword and stabbed the other party again.
The corpse glared at him.
"I'm sorry, I can restrain you and make you occupy this body for a long time" the child said.
"Spirit Capture … how did you know that …" the corpse was in disbelief.
"Such a simple evil technique, I only needed to see it once to know it"
The child spoke without changing his expression: "Now tell me, what exactly are you?"
"What if I still don't tell you?" the corpse asked.
"From now on, if you don't tell me, I'll keep killing you until you tell me"
The child held his sword and coldly declared.
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