brush!
The ghost energy all over the sky seemed to be receding from the tide, turning into shapes like whips and vines, and all of them converged on the body.
The white hair faded to black, the nine tails retracted to the waist, and the three blood lines on the forehead disappeared and faded.
The extremely arrogant Shou Ye transformed into a ghost beast, but when the sword sounded, it was like a sharp sword being sheathed, and he returned to the simple and unpretentious Xu Xiaoshou.
At this moment, many ancient sword cultivators around Yujing City all had stern expressions.
coming……
Ye Xiaotian held his breath and concentrated, comparing Xu Xiaoshou in his return to his original form with the sword immortals around him, especially the Meisi people, he felt the same:
It did come...
The arrogance that was released retreated, and the melancholy form belonging to the ancient sword cultivator came out!
"Buzz——"
The Emperor Sword Duzun, one of the five great artifacts of Chaos, came into contact with the third-grade spiritual sword Zang Ku in mid-air, unleashing an astonishing sword intent.
The sword intent was almost condensed into substance, intertwined with each other, blended together, and seemed to be equally divided.
However, after a few breaths, the one-sided attitude turned into a golden surging sword energy, pushing through the Jade Capital City and surging in all directions.
"Hey..."
Zangku was shaken down and fell into the palm of his master, complaining aggrievedly.
This scene was recorded by Feng Zhongzui, who was holding the preaching mirror, and spread to the five regions of the mainland.
In the first confrontation, Beni was outmatched, which undoubtedly aroused a lot of doubts:
"Zangku? This looks like just an ordinary spiritual sword...Fourth grade? Third grade? It is certainly expensive, but is it worthy of Master Shou's noble status?"
"Where are the four swords Xu Xiaoshou has? Where's the Yan Python? The Emperor Sword is the Sovereign. Ordinary spiritual swords will probably break if they get hit by them. Are you kidding with this broken sword?"
"That's absolutely not the case. I heard that the Sword Master Shouye used to kill people was to hide suffering. Hiding suffering is not something in a pond. It turns into a snake when it encounters a storm!"
"Pfft! What a snake, but I remember he used four swords?"
"Fart! I saw it with my own eyes. He used Yan Python, Flame Sword Yan Python, and combined with the Jinzhao Bai Yan, this is Master Shou's exclusive sword!"
"Everyone, please stop arguing. I can't believe that Shou Ye wants to nourish his sword. Don't you see that Qing Ju is nourished by his 'name'?"
"It's funny! Do you think that any broken sword has the grace of Qing Ju, and you think that any person has the grace of the Eighth Sword Immortal?"
"Hiding suffering? Let me make a bold prediction first - Broken Sword hiding suffering!"
Before the battle started, Xu Xiaoshou vaguely saw wisps of "qi" like silk and mist coming from all directions, from heaven to earth.
This energy finally drifted into the body of the Zangku sword, making it even more depressed and less willing to fight.
It's nothing like the proud attitude just now.
After being touched by the Emperor Sword Duzun and weakened, the God of Pain was also tired.
"name……"
Perception sweeps in all directions, and no one makes a move at all.
There were only two lines of tears, as if he had noticed something, and he stretched out his fingers to touch something in front of him.
Xu Xiaoshou understood immediately.
This is the real "name" that can nourish all things and can only be seen by those who have practiced sword observation and "sword mind"!
However, the name of success and success can achieve the Eight Masters, the Qingju, etc.; the name of decadence and doubt can only have a counterproductive effect and cannot bring any nourishment to the hidden suffering?
"No."
Xu Xiaoshou stopped in the air, thoughtfully.
This is a large number of "names" that come from the five realms and can almost be merged into reality. If you are defeated in the end, you may never be able to recover from the disaster.
But if you win!
All doubts are false.
Even if peace comes, this will also become the basis for success and fame.
"I was the same way in the dark past of unfulfilled achievements. That's why your name of 'hiding suffering' comes from."
"What's more, you are just a third-grade spiritual sword?"
"Is it wrong for them to question you?"
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up with the thought of the silver sword. While muttering to himself, he gently stroked the body of the Zangku sword.
The black sword buzzed and trembled, and soon let out a pleasant groan, forgetting all external doubts in the blink of an eye.
war!
"嘤——"
The sword restarted and stretched straight.
The sword thought circulated between the sword holder and the sword, growing stronger and shining with a biting luster.
Beibei withdrew his gaze from the black sword, but he did not take action immediately, but advised:
"You only have one chance. Now that you have four swords in exchange, they will never break... You don't raise swords like this."
Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "That's how I got here."
"Okay! Don't regret it if you dare!" Beibei shouted sweetly, and the Emperor Sword suddenly burst out with bright golden light.
She knew Xu Xiaoshou's level of swordsmanship and never dared to trust him.
Since warnings are useless, acting with all your strength is the best respect for your opponent!
"Ten Thousand Swordsmanship..."
As soon as he opened his palms, the imperial sword in his palms trembled crazily, slowly rising up, and its momentum advanced layer by layer.
The sword power can be condensed at any time, and the battle can be opened at any time!
The people of Yujing City felt that they had been immersed in Master Shou's swordsmanship for the last breath. In the blink of an eye, all the spiritual swords in the city were flying.
"Buzz buzz..."
Wan Jian returns to his clan.
This is the true worship of ten thousand swords.
It’s not the Void Condensation Swordsmanship, it’s the tens of thousands of swords in the real Yujing City!
"The first realm, absolute empire?"
Xu Xiaoshou tightly held on to Zang Ku, who was also being pulled, and looked sideways, but did not immediately stop him.
As a high-ranking person on a psychological level, he indulged Beibei because he was sure that the other party could not defeat him.
As a low-ranking person in the level of swordsmanship, if he wants to steal Beibei's skills, he also needs to let her sword skills be fully unleashed.
"Kendo Disk."
Without hesitation, Xu Xiaoshou stepped out of the kendo disk and entered the state of unity between heaven and man.
When he looked at it like this again, Beibei's sword seemed to be different.
"More than just Ten Thousand Swordsmanship?"
When the Imperial Sword alone passed over Beibei's head, the golden imperial aura affected all the spiritual swords around Yujing City.
Xu Xiaoshou was not the only one affected.
Almost at the same time, all the major ancient sword cultivators also lowered their eyes and tightly grasped the sword that was suddenly unsheathed and almost being pulled away.
"Puishenzhang, Taicheng Sword, Tingchen, Hu, Mei Ziyu, Xijiao..." Fengzhong was so drunk that he scanned all the major ancient sword repair swords one by one with his preaching mirror, and said with great excitement:
"You may not know what these swords mean, but let me tell you, all of them look like famous swords!"
"Even Gu Lao's Mei Ziyu and Yang Lao's Xi Jiao are not famous in the world now. You will know when the Seven Swordsmen are named."
"And now, all these swords, which may or may not be named, were almost pulled by Bei Sword Immortal. What does it mean?"
"The first level of Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, absolute empire?"
To be continued...