From today until several hundred years ago, when Zhou Yi disappeared from the continent, countless experts were defeated by Zhou Yi. Countless famous swords were broken by his blade, and they were buried in the grassland of the Garden of Zhou. This grassland was the Sword Pool, or in other words, the Sword Sea. One of the proudest and strongest swords, after preparing for a very long time, began to attempt to leave the grassland and see the light of day again. From the edge of the grassland, it broke through the restrictions and quickly entered the small lake by the grassland, directly entering the world on the other side of the cliff. Like a fish swimming in a large lake, it then circled from the bottom of the lake back to the cold pool at the source of the stream. Using the complicated structure of the world of the Garden of Zhou, it avoided the laws within and finally succeeded.
Regretfully, this sword was not completely successful. When it left the grassland, in order to resist the restrictions set by Zhou Dufu, the sword was left in the grassland, resisting the Qi emitted by the stone pillars. Only the body of the sword arrived in the forest by the stream, and was gradually covered by fallen leaves.
The sword and intent were forced to separate.
One day, a disciple of Mount Li called Su Li came to the Garden of Zhou. He walked into the quiet forest, and stepped over the rotten leaves. He picked up the sword that was already rusted and no longer had its former elegance. Then, he brought it out of the Garden of Zhou. However, the sword intent was still trapped in the grassland, waiting silently and alone. After another several hundred years, a student of the Orthodox Academy called Chen Changsheng came to the Garden of Zhou. He held a Yellow Paper Umbrella in his hand. The sword and intent finally met, resulting in the current ten thousand swords soaring through the sky.
This history, filled with unyielding and resistance, belonged to the sword and the ten thousand swords. Chen Changsheng could not understand turning back time, so he naturally could not understand these details. However, as he held the Yellow Paper Umbrella and stood among the ten thousand broken swords, he gained an even deeper understanding of the emotions transmitted by the sword intent.
These swords wanted to leave the Garden of Zhou. Other than that, there was nothing else they wanted.
Then, they would leave together.
Just like what he had said to the sword intent before, just like what he had said to Xu Yourong, he had also made a promise to the countless swords around the mausoleum.
The surroundings of the mausoleum were dusky. The red and warm rays of light became slightly colder, and there was the stench of mud and rust everywhere. Tens of thousands of old and broken swords burst out with hundreds of years of accumulated hatred and power the moment they appeared. At least one-third of the demon beasts were killed, and the black beast tide was temporarily suppressed.
However, the beast tide was only temporarily quiet. It was impossible for the ten thousand broken swords to continue releasing such a powerful sword intent. As time passed, the beast tide surged again and roared angrily at the broken swords in the sky. It was unknown if it was because the grassland was covered in blood, but the roars seemed even more terrifying and bloody.
The Sword Pool finally appeared. Ten thousand swords soared into the sky.
Seeing this scene, both the zither-playing old man and the maid paled, almost to the point of despair. Even the expressions of the powerful Demon General couple became abnormally serious, and some ominous signs could even be seen in their eyes. However, there was no fear on Nanke's small face. She only remained silent for a while.
Separated by the countless swords, she looked at Chen Changsheng who was in front of the mausoleum. Her voice was as cold and unyielding as thousand-year-old ice, "Do you think you can change the ending of this story just like this?"
Previously, when the Mountain Sea Sword had broken through the air, she had said something similar to Chen Changsheng. At that time, Chen Changsheng did not reply. He only gripped the heavy metal sword and pointed it at her from afar. Now, he also did not reply. Following his gaze, the several hundred swords in front of the mausoleum slowly turned and pointed at her.
Actions would always be more powerful than words. They could be used to persuade people, and they could also be used to kill.
Seeing this scene, the corner of Nanke's lips slightly perked up. She looked at those swords and said with contempt, "A bunch of defeated swords, how can they be brave?"
These swords once possessed a great reputation on the continent. Their masters were all true experts, but in the end, they were all defeated by the Halving Blade. Afterwards, they were buried in this grassland by Zhou Dufu. Under the bitter wind, bitter rain, and the endless sunlight, they suffered bitterly for several hundred years. They were either broken or crippled, and their bodies were covered in rust.
Nanke believed that she was the successor of the Garden of Zhou, so how could she allow these swords to leave?
She raised the piece of black Soul Wood in her hand and expressionlessly looked at the broken swords in the air around the mausoleum.
Following her action, the piece of black Soul Wood suddenly emitted light again. However, it was even purer than before, as if it was a luminous pearl that was several thousand times brighter. At the same time, her indifferent voice rang out once again, "Defeat is defeat. You were defeated several hundred years ago, and several hundred years later, you will still be defeated."
As she finished speaking, her feet left the divine path, and she slowly floated towards the sky.
The remnant rain fell, and her dress and black hair fluttered. The childishness between her brows gradually faded, and only a demonic coldness remained. A powerful aura emanated from her petite body. Several dozen streams of black air, like ribbons, revolved around her body.
Chen Changsheng had never looked down on this powerful, or even terrifying, demon princess, not to mention the fact that she was Black Robe's only disciple. It was clear that she was related to the Garden of Zhou, so who knew what other tricks she was hiding? Hearing her disdainful and confident words, he knew that he could not allow the situation to continue like this. With a slight movement of his spiritual sense, a sword broke through the air.
The heavy Mountain Sea Sword brought with it a gust of wind as it chopped towards Nanke, who was above the divine path.
Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan 'er were already prepared. They rushed up, and with their powerful cultivation, they forcefully blocked the sword.
The Mountain Sea Sword was very wide, and a delicate sword was hidden behind it.
In the moment of life and death, Chen Changsheng had also learned to use such cold and sinister methods. That delicate Yue Maiden Sword borrowed the cover of the gust of wind created by the Mountain Sea Sword, and noiselessly broke through the obstruction of the Demon General couple. It arrived in front of Nanke, and with a soft swish, it pierced towards the center of her forehead.
At this moment, Nanke had already closed her eyes. The space between her slightly open brows was snow-white, without any emotion, and she did not see the arrival of the delicate sword.
The zither-playing old man, who seemed to have lost all hope, gave a loud shout, and stepped on the floating zither strings. He took a few steps in the air, and blocked in front of Nanke, using his own body to block the delicate sword. With a squelch, the delicate sword pierced through the zither-playing old man's throat, and blood sprayed out!
In the gust of wind, the metal sword that was as heavy as a mountain suppressed the Demon General couple. The zither-playing old man's corpse was currently falling towards the ground. Although he had blocked the Yue Maiden Sword for an instant, Nanke had still not woken up. How could Chen Changsheng miss this opportunity? He extended his hand and took the broken Demon Commander Banner Sword from the air, and from a distance of several hundred zhang, he chopped towards Nanke!
In the sky above the divine path that was drizzling with rain, there was suddenly the sound of a surging wind, as if there was an invisible flag fluttering.
The battle flag fluttered, and the sword intent courageously advanced. The Demon Commander Banner Sword that had its front half broken gave off a piercingly cold sword glow.
Chen Changsheng did not know the Banner Sword, but he wanted to try and see if he could use the sword style of the demons to break the defense of the Demon Princess. Unfortunately, he did not have the chance to see the result of this strike, because a warning suddenly appeared in his sea of consciousness. It made him forcefully pull back the Demon Commander Banner Sword that was about to strike, and hold it horizontally in front of his eyes.
Clang!
The remaining half of the Demon Commander Banner Sword violently trembled in the air at the edge of the stone platform, giving off a somewhat unwilling cry.
Chen Changsheng felt a sharp pain in his wrist. If it were not for his astonishing willpower, the Demon Commander Banner Sword would have already left his hand.
Where did the arrow come from?
Looking around the main entrance of the mausoleum, he did not see any arrows. He only saw a hair slowly floating down from the divine path.
Could it be that the thing that struck the Demon Commander Banner Sword was not an arrow, but a hair?
He looked at the grassland below the mausoleum.
In the center of the black ocean formed by the monster tide, the figure of a monster the size of a mountain slowly appeared.
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(The first chapter will be written rather slowly today. In any case, I'll write eight thousand words in the end before going to sleep.)
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