"What the hell!"
Tensei's pupils constricted as he stared at the strange thin sword. His eyes flashed with a complicated expression of surprise, hesitation, and doubt …
"What? Are you scared now? I'll give you one last chance! "Wu Jian's handsome face had a smile as the strange sword in front of him trembled slightly.
Tensei slowly came back to his senses as he looked Wu Jian up and down. Wu Jian was a swordsman!
Seeing no reaction from Tensei, Wu Jian sighed inwardly. "What a pity for such a genius. I'm sorry!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the thin sword in front of him flew out on its own. The sharp tip of the sword silently cut through the air and pointed at Tensei's forehead!
Wu Jian was not only a Spirit Emperor Realm expert, but also a swordsman. Within the same realm, he was invincible, not to mention Tensei, who was only at the third level of the Spirit King Realm.
In Wu Jian's opinion, this sword was enough to kill Tensei!
Seeing the thin sword flying towards him, Tensei's eyes flashed with joy. "This is the sword manipulation unique to swordsmen!"
Swordsmen could merge their weapon spirits into their weapons and crush all enemies within the range of their soul power!
Tensei's current soul power range was two thousand kilometers. If he became a swordsman, he would be able to use his sword to attack without restraint within this range!
This was the strength of a swordsman. He could kill enemies from a thousand miles away!
The joy in Tensei's eyes instantly disappeared as he regained his calm. He quietly stared at the thin sword flying towards him. The distance of several hundred feet was covered in an instant!
However, in the next moment, Wu Jian was stunned. He looked at Tensei in disbelief and saw that his sword had stopped a foot away from Tensei's forehead. No matter how much he tried to control it, it could not move an inch further!
"What the hell! What's going on? "Wu Jian stared at Tensei in horror as if he had seen a ghost.
Tensei's calm face was filled with excitement. He slowly raised his hand and grasped the thin sword in his hand. He reached out and gently stroked it as he choked with emotion. "It's really you …"
"Chen Yijian, long time no see …"
Tensei's voice was choked with emotion, and his body trembled slightly. After ten thousand years, he actually saw this sword again. For a moment, his thoughts drifted away.
That year, ten-year-old Tensei was practicing his swordsmanship when an extremely sunny young man rushed over. Before his figure arrived, his hearty laughter could already be heard. "Haha, Little Junior Brother, look at this Level Nine spiritual weapon that your Senior Brother refined!"
Tensei, who had a childish look on his face, stopped his sword dance and looked around hurriedly before saying nervously, "Eighth Senior Brother, you're disturbing my sword practice again. Be careful that Father will beat you!"
"Haha, don't worry. Master and Eldest Senior Brother have gone out. Quick, get a drop of blood." Eighth Senior Brother laughed and brought the strange thin sword in front of Tensei.
Tensei looked at Eighth Senior Brother suspiciously. "Eighth Senior Brother, it hurts. What are you doing?"
"Haha, Master has just taught me a secret skill. Get a drop of blood. After I'm done, even if this sword falls into the hands of the enemy, it won't hurt you!" Eighth Senior Brother said confidently.
Tensei's eyes lit up with suspicion, and then he sighed sadly. "Father actually taught you the Blood Summoning Magic Skill. He hasn't taught me anything yet …"
"Eh? Didn't he say that he would wait until you were sixteen? Don't worry, come on! "
Tensei did as he was told. Seeing the blood sink into the sword, he asked suspiciously, "Eighth Senior Brother, this sword is so strange. What's it called?"
Eighth Senior Brother rolled his eyes. "What do you mean by strange? Let me tell you, as a sword practitioner, I have studied it for a long time. I found that only a hiltless sword can exert the power of a sword practitioner to the extreme. These two ends are both sword points. You can kill the enemy however you want! "
Eighth Senior Brother then proudly said, "Haha, I haven't given it a name yet. This is a Level Nine Spirit Tool. How about we name it Chen Yi Sword after us?"
Thinking back to that scene, Tensei's heart was filled with warmth. To him, it was only seven or eight years ago, but to others, it was more than ten thousand years ago!
After a long time, Tensei came back to his senses. His expression was a little sad. He glanced at the dumbfounded Wu Jian and said, "I'll take this sword."
Tensei put the Chen Yi Sword into his portable space and said, "How did you get this sword?"
Wu Jian didn't answer Tensei's question. His face was filled with shock. Gradually, his face turned red. He said excitedly, "You know this is the Chen Yi Sword?"
Looking at Wu Jian's excited expression, Tensei was stunned. Ten thousand years had passed, and things had changed too much. He didn't know what had happened to his family in the past ten thousand years, and he didn't know how his Eighth Senior Brother was doing.
Therefore, Tensei couldn't help but be on guard against Wu Jian.
"My grandfather said that only two people knew the name of this sword. Including me, there are only three people!" Wu Jian said excitedly. He continued, "He also said that this sword can hurt anyone in the world, but it can't hurt his junior brother. You are Tensei who went missing ten thousand years ago?"
Wu Jian knew everything just from the name of the sword?
Tensei looked at Wu Jian calmly, but his heart couldn't calm down. Eighth Senior Brother Wu Yi is Wu Jian's grandfather?
"Haha, that's great. My grandfather has never given up looking for you for ten thousand years. I didn't expect that I would find you first!" Wu Jian couldn't hide his excitement. He then bowed to Tensei and said, "Wu Jian greets Martial Ancestor!"
"Martial Ancestor, come with me to see Grandfather. If Grandfather sees you, he will be very happy!" Wu Jian said.
Tensei's body trembled slightly. He was struggling in his heart. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You have mistaken me for someone else!"
With that, Tensei turned around and used the Underworld Dragon Transformation. His body disappeared from Wu Jian's sight in an instant!
"Mistaken me for someone else?" Wu Jian looked doubtfully in the direction that Tensei disappeared. He frowned and his expression changed. "Chen Yi's sword can't hurt him. He must be Grandfather's junior brother!"
He quickly chased after Tensei. However, after searching for a while, he couldn't find Tensei. Wu Jian could only stop helplessly. He said bitterly, "Martial Ancestor, my grandfather is really Wu Yi, your Eighth Senior Brother!"
"Grandfather only got married when he was over nine thousand years old. After that, he had my father. My father only got married when he was over nine hundred years old. That's how I was born. I didn't lie to you!"
Wu Jian didn't know why Tensei refused to admit it. He left helplessly. "Since you are in the Flying Cloud Territory, I will find you one day!"
Tensei's figure appeared on the peak of a mountain. He used his soul power to check the direction that Wu Jian left. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, Eighth Senior Brother. Now, how can I tell whether you are a friend or a foe?"
"Before I can tell, I will not meet anyone other than my parents!" Tensei muttered. Back then, there was something strange. Even Lu Daoqi didn't mention his father's eight disciples. Tensei suspected that one or even several of his father's disciples might have rebelled.
Otherwise, with the strength of his eight disciples, how could Lu Daoqi and his mother be forced to disappear by the people of the Divine Court?
After a long time, Tensei came back to his senses and took out the Chen Yi Sword again. "Don't worry. When I have the strength to protect myself, I will bring you to find Eighth Senior Brother!"
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