Chapter 1 Ten Years of Zangfeng, Reward the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword!
Kenshin Tomb.
Early in the morning, by the sword pavilion.
"call out--"
"call out--"
A shirtless young man with black hair held a wooden sword in both hands and kept slashing at the air.
Sweat dripped into the wood.
This wooden sword only had a carved blade, not a hilt. But if Fang drew the sword and slashed day after day, the hilt had already changed into his shape.
Two swordsmiths pulled a cart of swords past the sword pavilion, preparing to destroy them. They saw Fang Ping practicing swordsmanship, and he still could only do the vertical slash. They couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh:
"He is so stubborn. He says he has no talent as a sword guard, but insists on practicing swordsmanship, wasting his days in vain."
"Well, what's wrong with being a swordsmith...But he has been practicing like this for ten years, so he has some martial arts skills, right?"
"But pull it down. I spent ten years swinging my sword from dawn to dusk, but I couldn't get anywhere, where to go, and I couldn't do anything."
The two shook their heads and left.
Fang Ping didn't care, there was only one thing he had to do - live in seclusion in Jianxinzhong for ten years and swing his sword three million times!
Now that the ten-year period has arrived, there is only one last chance to make an empty show.
"call......"
Fang Ping took a deep breath, focused his eyes on the tip of the sword, and swung the sword for the last time.
"Zheng——!"
The wooden sword was swung down as usual, but with bursts of ethereal sword chants, a majestic sword energy shot straight into the sky, clearing the clouds and revealing the sun.
The sword energy lingered for a long time, actually circling around Fang Ping's body, causing his clothes to fly, and even causing the sword in the carriage to resonate.
[Congratulations, the mission of ‘Ten Years of Hiding the Front’ has been completed! 】
[Obtain: The Supreme Human Emperor—Seven-Star Longyuan Sword!
Cultivation in the realm of freedom!
Holy Spirit Sword Technique! (Proficient)】
Fang Ping smiled:
"Finally finished."
Just after traveling to the world of Ge Xing, the system provides two mission options. One is to escape into Buddhism and be rewarded with Buddhist magical powers. The second is to escape into the Sword Heart Tomb and be rewarded with swordsmanship and magical powers.
Only with a sword can one be considered worthy of being in the world, so Fang Ping decisively chose the second option.
At the same time, the entire Kenshin Tomb shook.
The two swordsmiths nearby were stunned:
"After practicing it, this kid really did it!"
"Don't say it, hey, don't say it!"
"Wait, the sword in the car..."
There were originally twenty glowing swords in the carriage, but now the sword edges were all shattered and dimmed.
At the same time, the four sword guards of Lawless and Hewen rushed over after hearing the sound, and appeared at the same time as the leader, King Li Su.
"Fang Ping, this sword energy...is it you?"
King Li Su was unspeakably shocked. He originally thought that one of the four little guys had broken through the realm of freedom and became one of the great masters of swordsmanship.
But they had just arrived, and the only person present... was Fang Ping.
"Fang Mutou, you, you...what's going on with you?" Unable to speak with his tongue tied, "That wooden sword of yours, that sword energy!"
He kept silent about where to go and began to re-examine Fang Ping.
Over the years, when the four of him became first-class warriors, he was wielding a sword.
When he entered the Vajra Mortal Realm, he was swinging his sword.
When he broke through the realm of freedom, he was still swinging his sword.
Now this scene is really unbelievable.
Fang Ping held the wooden sword in his hand and saluted:
"The disciple is not talented. It took him ten years of wielding the sword to enlighten him on the art of swordsmanship."
"..."
The corners of King Li Su's mouth twitched, and he was enlightened late, so he could indeed be called untalented, but when he became enlightened, he entered the realm of freedom, which is a bit...
"Fang Ping, come and enter the sword pavilion."
"yes."
Fang Ping followed King Li Su into the sword pavilion, and the onlookers had mixed expressions. If not unexpectedly, he would be the number one person of the Kenshinzuka generation.
Looking at the entire world, there are very few geniuses who enter the realm of freedom at the age of seventeen.
In the sword pavilion, the two of them sat across from each other, surrounded by thousands of famous swords.
Fang Ping showed his astonishing talent in swordsmanship for the first time in ten years. King Li Su did not do this to give him a sword.
Instead, he wants to discuss swordsmanship with Fang Ping.
Enlightenment can be achieved with one sword, and one sword can be chanted, and thousands of swords can collapse. This move is even more incredible than the vision when Zhao Huaizhen was born.
"Fang Ping, what is kendo?"
King Li Su settled in Tianyuan.
Fang Ping followed closely and posted the chess piece:
"The way of swordsmanship and the way of humanity go hand in hand. When a person wields a sword, the sword responds to others, whether it is killing or showing compassion, it all comes from the way of humanity..."
Fang Ping has wielded his sword three million times and is proficient in Holy Spirit Sword Technique. He has a deep understanding of the way of swordsmanship. No matter how the old man asks questions, he always responds naturally and has unique insights.
After a while, the chess game ended. The chessboard was almost full of chess pieces, black and white. They seemed chaotic, but they concealed the meaning of the sword, like a secret book from heaven that few people could understand.
"Okay, Fang Ping," King Li Su patted his robe and stood up, "among the younger generation I know, you are the strongest."
"Thank you, master," Fang Ping held his hand.
Although the old man didn't teach me swordsmanship, he only taught me how to make swords, but he was still a master.
King Li Su smiled faintly, waved his long sleeves and robes horizontally, and the famous sword collected in the sword pavilion vibrated, as if he could not wait to leave his body.
"Fang Ping, take the sword!"
Suddenly, a long sword box flew out, landed directly in front of Fang Ping, and bounced open with a "bang", revealing an extraordinary sword blade.
King Li Su put his hands behind his back:
"Most of the famous swords in the world have two-character names, such as listening to the rain, watching the snow, looking at the flowers, and smelling the wind. There are also three or four-character names.
But this one has only one word, do you know?"
Fang Ping nodded:
"One word means one heart, the heart sword ranked fourth in the rankings."
"Yes," King Li Su nodded, "Now, I will give you the Heart Sword, enter the heart of the sword."
Fang Ping shook his head:
"No, Heart Sword is not suitable for me. The swordsmanship enlightened by my disciple is the best in the world.
His swordsmanship is the strongest in the world, and his sword must be the best in the world."
Fang Ping solemnly handed over:
"The number one sword in Tianqi City is not what the disciple thought. I want to... forge a sword with my own hands!"
If the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword is taken out at this time, it will definitely arouse suspicion and suspicion, so why not give it a proper title...forge it yourself.
"good!"
King Li Su was overjoyed. Since he was a genius in swordsmanship and dedicated to making swords, this son was truly a blessing to the swordsman.
"From now on, you can choose all kinds of materials from Kenshinzhong!"
In this way, Fang Ping rejected the Heart Sword and walked out of the sword pavilion.
Outside, it was already completely surrounded.
Where to go? The four lawless sword guards and all the swordsmiths gathered here, wanting to know which famous sword the old man would give Fang Ping.
But...he is holding a wooden sword?
"Fang Mutou...er, Brother Fang Ping, the old man brought you into the sword pavilion, didn't he give you a sword?" Wutian couldn't help asking, and subconsciously changed his title.
Fang Ping smiled:
"Forging a path with a sword does not need to pass through other people's hands."
Everyone gasped. Fang Ping had just entered the realm of freedom, so he still wanted to forge a sword?
Fang Ping smiled and was about to leave when four long swords came out of their sheaths.
The four sword guards unexpectedly drew their swords in unison and pointed at Fang Ping:
"Swordsman of the Sword Heart Tomb, where are you going (where to go/no way/wutian), ask Brother Fang Ping about the sword!"
The four of them would not miss this opportunity to learn swordsmanship.
Fang Ping smiled and picked a sword flower from the wooden sword in his hand:
"Come."
Seeing this, the swordsmiths retreated one after another for fear of being affected.
But before they could retreat ten meters, the four of them screamed in pain, and their swords were knocked down.
What is the strongest? Let’s decide who is the strongest.
"You are the sword guards of Kenshin Tomb, so you must practice diligently."
Fang Ping left under the respectful gazes of the four people. At the same time, a new task option appeared in front of him:
[Task 1: ‘In the name of the Sword Immortal’, ask the first sword city in the world and become the Sword Immortal.
Completion reward: Sword Technique ‘Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Clan’!]
[Task 2: ‘In the name of Wushuang’, ask Jian Wushuang City to become the sword immortal.