Chapter Thirty-Five: Ten Directions Sword Box Yan Bei'an
"Mr. Chen, have you ever figured out where the Immortal Sword is now?"
"In the rivers and lakes."
Chen Changsheng looked into the distance and couldn't help but sigh: "I have to make a trip."
He also felt a little helpless in his heart. He had been dead for so long and only lived for so few days, yet these things still bothered him.
"Is it very far?" asked the old city god.
Chen Changsheng said: "It's close, but it's still not far from Dajing. It's in the northern region of Dajing, at the border. We should be able to get there in a few hours."
"Half a day!"
The old city god was a little surprised at first, but after thinking about it, he realized who he was. A thousand miles is just one step, and in his eyes, the great scenery may be just a small place.
Chen Changsheng said: "This sword is extraordinary, Chen must get it back sooner."
"I'll see you off, sir."
"No need to bother."
Chen Changsheng held a hair strand in his hand and recited the Dharma formula, and a golden light adhered to his body.
"Wait until Chen gets the sword back and then chat with the old city god."
A voice fell, and Chen Changsheng's figure turned into a golden light and flew up to the sky, disappearing from the eyes of the old city god in the blink of an eye.
The old city god paused for a moment, looked at the empty sky, and murmured: "Sure enough..."
Why use your feet when you are on your way to immortality?
…
Chen Changsheng put his hands on his back and walked above the sky.
Just in the blink of an eye, we left Anning County, and when we lowered our heads, we could see the great rivers and mountains.
Speaking of which, this was the first time he had seen the appearance of this land. The mountains and rivers overlapped with clouds and mist, and the mountains and forests contrasted with the snow. All of them were described as beautiful.
Chen Changsheng looked towards the northern region of Great Scenery. In the Bianguan area, the evil spirit and death aura filled the air, and the souls of the dead on the battlefield fell here. Over time, a massacre was formed.
About two hours passed.
Chen Changsheng stagnated in mid-air. He raised his hand and counted, then turned his head and looked to the northwest.
In the desert hundreds of miles away, there were warriors with faces wrapped in cloth, walking on the desert sand dunes carrying sword boxes on their backs.
His lips were chapped, but his eyes were particularly sharp, staring at the desert like an eagle in the sky.
The heavy sword box caused each of his feet to sink into the sand, and when he lifted his feet, sand and dust were stirred up, leaving deep ravine footprints in the desert.
Yan Beian put down the sword box.
"Bang."
The sword in the sword box clanged and sank into the sand.
He breathed a sigh of relief, sat down cross-legged, took off the water bag hanging from his waist, and poured a small sip of water into his mouth.
Yan Beian looked into the distance, a little tranquility soothed his heart, and the hot wind blowing on the desert seemed to stop because of him.
He re-corked the wine bag and continued on his way after taking a short rest.
However, Yan Beian suddenly paused.
"Um?"
He placed one hand on the sword box and looked into the distance.
I saw a man in a green shirt walking slowly on the sand dune opposite.
The man's steps were gentle and slow, as if he were floating on the sand dunes, leaving no trace.
Yan Beian's expression became solemn.
"Master..."
He put the sword box next to him and became alert.
After a while.
Chen Changsheng came to this martial artist and asked, "A swordsman?"
Yan Beian looked at the gentleman in green shirt in front of him. He felt strange that it was impossible for someone with such clean clothes and clean face to appear in the desert.
This person seemed to appear out of thin air.
"Just a swordsman." Yan Beian said.
Chen Changsheng said: "Regardless of the world?"
"Not bad." Yan Beian nodded.
Chen Changsheng looked at the hand he placed on the sword box.
Yan Beian saw his look and said, "Did you come here for the Shifang Sword Box?"
Chen Changsheng pointed to the sword box and said, "There is a sword in your sword box that belongs to Chen."
Yan Beian was very calm, as if he was no longer surprised, and said: "Everyone who once tried to seize this sword box has died under Yan's sword. You are here for this reason, so please be prepared to accept death.
"
Chen Changsheng paused when he heard this and said, "I'm just here to get my sword back, and you want to kill someone?"
"No need to say more."
Yan Beian raised his hand and slapped it on the sword box.
"boom."
A burst of dust arose on the sword box, followed by the sounds of mechanisms.
The sword box opens from the central axis to form a fan shape, with four swords on each side. The swords dissipate cold air, each with its own unique characteristics.
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, frowned and said, "Is there something wrong with you?"
Yan Beian said: "Spring and Autumn!"
An ancient bronze sword on the left side of the sword box came out in response to this sound.
The flying sword hung in the air, flying through Chen Changsheng's eyes like a flying giant.
Chen Changsheng frowned and looked at Yan Beian again.
A golden light flashed in his eyes.
However, Yan Beian could not see any fluctuations in mana. On the contrary, he was full of blood and energy, and he was indeed a warrior.
Since he is a warrior, how can he control the flying sword?
This is somewhat bizarre.
"Buzz."
The flying sword is approaching the door.
Chen Changsheng did not leave or hide, as if he was thinking about something.
Yan Beian frowned slightly, wondering why this person didn't hide.
However, the next moment, the gentleman seemed to have come to his senses and raised his head.
The Chunqiu Sword was only half an inch away from Chen Changsheng, and suddenly stopped.
"Zhengzhengzheng..."
The sword blade of the Spring and Autumn Sword made a faint sword cry, as if it was resisting.
Yan Beian frowned, but found that the Spring and Autumn Sword was actually out of his control.
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand and held the Spring and Autumn Sword in his hand.
He took it off and looked at it.
In the sword body, fluctuations in mana were actually found, and the weak mana in it made Chen Changsheng feel particularly familiar.
Isn't this mana in his hair?
Chen Changsheng looked at the sword box again. This time, he finally understood the reason why this person could use the flying sword.
"I see……"
Seeing this, Yan Beian simply gave up on Chunqiu and raised his fingers.
"Prisoner Winter."
"Crossing the river."
"Cornus."
A sword of winter snow, a sword of river waves, and a sword of loneliness.
The three swords were drawn out at the same time, and the sword box was half empty.
The three flying swords, controlled by Yan Beian, went straight to kill Chen Changsheng.
However, things once again exceeded Yan Beian's expectation.
The man raised his hand slightly, and all three swords lost control at the same moment.
Yan Beian suddenly felt stunned and fell into a trance.
He quickly stabilized his body and took a deep breath.
Chen Changsheng passed the three swords one by one, looked at Yan Beian and said: "Continue."
Yan Beian was a little panicked at this moment. This was the first time he met someone who could break open the Shifang Sword Box.
Who is this person?
Yan Beian took a deep breath, slapped his palm on the sword box, his eyes were already bloodshot, and shouted: "Jiaolong!"
I saw a sword with dragon scales slowly unsheathed in the sword box.