Chapter 279: Ghost Sword Entrusts the Inheritance of Kendo
The empty hall no longer had the sharp momentum it had that day.
The palace was in a mess!
The swords that exuded different killing intents and carried different spiritualities in the past have now been broken in half and have lost their luster!
The entire hall seemed to have been looted.
But Liu Buping didn't believe it, this place had been looted!
A monk who is half a god. Who dares to loot this place? The only explanation is that this place was built by the Ghost Sword God himself.
"What happened?"
Liu Buping looked at the surrounding scene with a hint of anxiety and walked towards the inner hall.
Arriving at the door of the inner hall, there are two more machine puppets. On the backs of the puppets are two giant swords. Engraved on their chests are: "Sword Soul Puppet!"
The lines of these four characters contain an extremely complex formation, and this is the core of the entire puppet.
Without a strong spiritual mind, the subtle flow of spiritual energy inside would certainly not have been discovered, and the traces in this word would certainly not have been visible.
Squeak!
The door of the palace opened, revealing the scene of the inner palace.
Liu Buping took a deep breath and walked inside.
There are no luxurious decorations or gorgeous arrangements, everything just looks like a thatched cottage where old farmers live in the countryside.
A table, a wooden bed, and a storage shelf.
The Ghost Sword God was sitting cross-legged on a simple wooden bed. There was nothing on the bed, only a wooden board and a soul wood sword box.
"Master!"
Liu Buping was horrified. He folded his hands and said respectfully to the Ghost Sword God: "Master!"
The Ghost Sword God looked at Liu Buping with burning eyes, couldn't help but sigh, and said excitedly: "I didn't expect you to understand the essence of the sword so quickly!"
"It's all thanks to the master's teachings, otherwise the disciple wouldn't be so fast!" Liu Buping looked at the slightly pale face of the Ghost Sword God, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.
For a person who stands at the top of the world, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have known that the place where the Ghost Sword God lived was even inferior to the furnishings in the earthen house in the village.
There is only this gorgeous palace, but it is shabby inside.
It turns out that the swords outside are just decorations!
"Master, are you injured?" Liu Buping opened his eyes and instantly discovered that the Ghost Sword God was seriously injured. Not only his soul was injured, but his body was also traumatized.
If not, Liu Buping might not be able to see the current situation of Ghost Sword.
The Ghost Sword God looked at Liu Buping, took out the sword box next to him, touched the ancient seal characters on the sword box, and said softly: "I practiced swordsmanship at the age of three, killed people at the age of five, and became humble at the age of ten! At the age of twelve!
Then I can unite my sword and man into one, and worship the God of Ten Thousand Swords as my teacher! I have traversed the world all my life, and although I have been working hard for Wuliang City, I have not violated my heart of swordsmanship..."
Listening to the lamentation of the Ghost Sword God, Liu Buping felt that this old man looked very much like his grandfather. When his grandfather broke his legs, he told him some of his past stories in frustration...
"I just sigh! This day is no longer what it used to be! This sword that I have followed me for at least two thousand years has been stained with countless blood, mostly the blood of masters! Now I teach it to you, I hope you can find it
A disciple, let him inherit my mantle of swordsmanship!" The Ghost Sword God looked at Liu Buping and said.
Although he gave guidance to Liu Buping and accepted Liu Buping as his disciple, Liu Buping's swordsmanship was not the same as his, so he could not be regarded as the successor of his mantle.
Listening to the Ghost Sword God's words, Liu Buping's heart moved and he quickly asked: "Master, what are you doing?"
"No need to say anything, let's take a look at my sword first!" After saying that, the Ghost Sword God gave the sword to Liu Buping.
Liu Buping took the sword and gently opened the sword box. Suddenly, a familiar aura came out of the sword, which actually contained the Ghost Sword God's lifelong knowledge of the sword.
"Master, what are you..." Liu Buping was shocked. The Ghost Sword God did not hesitate to injure himself, but also wanted to integrate his Tao and his lifelong insights into the sword and send it to his successor. All this is for the sake of
What?
After cultivating to the level of the Ghost Sword God, he is already immortal, but what worries does he have that make him would rather seriously injure himself at this moment than integrate what he worked hard to cultivate into this sword.
This is tantamount to suicide!
Without these things, the Ghost Sword God has lost his sharpest sword, leaving only his cultivation level, but without his own sharp attacks.
If someone wants to assassinate him, now is the best time.
This injury is a wound of the Tao and a wound of the soul. Repairing it cannot be done overnight!
However, the artistic conception in this sword is a different way, a way of creation. This is based on the foundation of the predecessors, creating its own way, and opening up its own way of the supreme sword!
"Ahem! I don't have much time, these ### just follow me!" Gui Jian looked at Liu Buping and closed his eyes slightly, with a drop of crystal tears flowing out of the corner of his eyes.
"Master! I think I can bring you a successor!" Liu Buping did not notice the loss of the ghost sword, but suddenly woke up from the sword intention and said excitedly.
These words also made the Ghost Sword God move, but he still couldn't get excited.
After that, Liu Buping didn't care about etiquette, he just said a few words, moved his body, and walked outside.
Under the crater, the ring battle has ended. Murong Xue stood proudly on the ring. Although there was a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, she was smiling.
"Brother I'm sorry, I'm one step closer to you!"
After Murong Xue saw Liu Buping's ranking on the ranking list, she began to vigorously track him, and finally rushed in from thousands of people, getting closer and closer to Liu Buping.
"Senior Sister Xue!" Liu Buping came straight to the ring. Regardless of the surprise of everyone around him, he looked at Murong Xue who was about to step off the stage and said.
Murong Xue's body trembled, but she stopped the impulse in her heart, looked at Liu Buping, smiled slightly, and said affectionately: "Yuntian!"
"Let's go! I'll take you somewhere!"
Saying that, Liu Buping did not hesitate, grabbed Murong Xue's arm, moved his body, and walked towards the top of the crater.
The monks below couldn't help but be shocked. This was the first time they saw someone smile on a cold stage!
In the crowd, Bing Ling frowned and clenched her fists tightly as she watched Liu Buping leaving with Murong Xue.
Not long after, Liu Buping brought Murong Xue to the palace. After briefly introducing Gui Jian's identity, he took Murong Xue into the inner room where Gui Jian lived.
Looking at the simplicity of the inner room, Murong Xue was deeply shocked.
The moment Murong Xue entered the house, the ghost sword was attracted to Murong Xue, and the sword placed in the sword case on the table let out a light sword chant.
"This..." Murong Xue was attracted by the sword chant as soon as she entered the door. She completely forgot everything, and only the sword remained in her eyes, as if the sword was her own.
Liu Buping frowned and was about to call Murong Xue, but the ghost sword next to him said via voice transmission: "Leave her alone!"
Listening to Guijian's voice with a touch of surprise, Liu Buping's heart slowly calmed down. He moved his body and came to the bed. He put his hand on Guijian's body and poured out his spiritual and soul power in an endless stream.
into Ghost Sword's body.
"Master, let me help you repair your injury!" Liu Buping said while looking at the ghost sword's sound transmission.
Gui Jian shook his head, and with a movement of his body, he got rid of Liu Buping. He turned to look at Liu Buping and said through a voice transmission: "Boy, my life is about to be lost. There is no need to waste it!"
"What? How did you..." Liu Buping said in disbelief: "Tell me who the person is and I will help you kill him!"
"Boy, you can do whatever you want! That person is not something you can deal with! My life is not for others, but for the world! I will die if I die, but it is a pity for my swordsmanship. Fortunately today,
You have found a successor for me, and I will die with no regrets!"
The Ghost Sword God was determined to die, and although there was reluctance in his voice, there was a sense of relief and gratitude.
Could it be God? God wants to kill Master...
For the sake of the world, what is going on?
"Master..." Liu Buping was about to ask, but the Ghost Sword God stopped his question.
As if he knew what Liu Buping would ask, the Ghost Sword God sighed and said: "Don't ask anything! You will know when the time comes! Remember, don't reveal your identity!"
When he said this, Liu Buping was shocked. These words already showed that Ghost Sword God discovered Liu Buping's identity. What did he mean by this sentence? Don't reveal his identity? Do Ghost Sword God and Liu Demon King know each other?
Questions one after another made Liu Buping stunned in place. He seemed to have touched something, but he couldn't catch it!
At this time, Murong Xue had already picked up the sword of Ghost Sword, and the sound of the sword chant was continuously transmitted inside the palace and all the way to the outside of the palace.
Rays of light flew out from the sword and drifted towards Murong Xue's body.
The mysterious knowledge of swordsmanship, the theory of swordsmanship, etc., and the thousands of years of achievements of the ghost sword disciples all appeared in Murong Xue's mind this time.
In an instant, Murong Xue felt that she was much more stable, and her understanding of the Tao was deeper. She felt like she could hold the Tao of heaven and earth in her hands just by waving her hand.
Her breath was rising crazily, and soon reached a critical point, and it continued to climb upwards. It seemed that it would take a lot more to reach the top.
Buzz!
The sound of the sword resounded throughout Wuliang City, alarming many old guys who were practicing, and everyone turned their attention to the palace of Ghost Sword.
Rays of brilliance shot up from the Ghost Sword's palace, blocking every probing divine thought.
"The sword of the old man Ghost Sword has not sounded for a long time, but this time..." The old man sitting cross-legged in a palace in Wuliang City couldn't help but look into the distance in shock. The light in his eyes was filled with a hint of unbearability, and was extremely complicated.
emotions.
"What a pity! If you could have taken that step, you would definitely not have ended up like this! However, it doesn't matter if you die, I can accept the treasures in your palace openly!" A middle-aged man in another palace