Chapter Ninety-Eight: Sword Shrine
The pungent smell came to the face, like the smell of metal friction, mixed with a strong smell of gunpowder.
As far as the eye can see, the thick white mist obscures the vision, and within the visual range, a mouthful of swords goes straight to the ground, some of the surface of the sword body is full of color, and some of the sword body is crystal clear, like a precious jade.
Each of these swords is a superior sword.
The sword fetus that Jin Xiao sent to him was nothing more than this level.
It's like discovering a big treasure.
Kou Li's mind trembled slightly, although he had already reached the realm of not being moved by external objects.
With a 'poof' sound, he pulled out a sword, the sword body was like jade, the bottom was as white as snow, and then up, it was a circle of blue, like the color of the sky, which made people look at it, and their hearts were full of tranquility.
This is a sword to ward off evil spirits.
However, it is broken.
Kou Li's eyes were thoughtful, and he didn't even check the other swords, and there was a resentment in the thick fog.
It's -
Sword Shrine!
A black shadow emerged from the mist, humanoid, holding a long blade, and its speed was so fast that it poked at the lunge as soon as it collapsed.
Kou Li opened his eyes, and the innate sword fetus slammed upward, and the sword lights collided together, making a crisp sound.
was hit by a huge force, and the opponent's sword body shook slightly, just like a lotus plate, and the sword shadow coiled layer by layer, covering Kou Li.
However, with the inheritance of Tianyi before his death, Kou Li's deduction had already reached a terrifying level, and with a turn of his eyes, he could see the change in this move.
Kou Li's innate sword fetus suddenly drew a swastika, and a phantom figure of a big Buddha flashed in the mist, two figures staggered, and a human head rolled to the ground.
Nearby, a Buddha sword suddenly ejected from the ground and merged with the black shadow, and there was obviously a crack on the sword body.
"Curious," Kou Li muttered to himself, the crack on the body of the sword was not cut by him, but the flaw in the sword body, and it was also the flaw in the sword move just now.
"Are these all defective products? β
Kou Li's eyes swept over, and there was a constant whimper in the mist, more like a wail.
Incomplete products can only be destroyed and discarded, is this a sword?
Kou Li pondered for a moment, and did not rush to leave, or to find the direction of the villa, he wanted to understand one thing, the sword, what the hell was.
If it's just a weapon, killing technique, or even a change in supernatural powers, then the Pure Yang Sword will be renamed to the Pure Yang Knife, and the Pure Yang Gun will do.
Even the name of the Sword Immortal is not a problem to change one.
But this is certainly not true.
In this world, the Sword Immortal is the only one other than the gods, men, and ghosts of heaven and earth, and is recognized by all cultivators.
Two more black shadows appeared, one headless and the other without arms, one killing one after the other, Kou Li got up and fell into the fight again.
These black shadows are all sword spirits condensed by resentment, which are more or less mutilated, but every sword technique still has a power similar to that of supernatural powers.
Moreover, Kou Li discovered that there was no aura in the cave sky, that is to say, once the true qi in the body was exhausted, it was really exhausted, and the large-scale magical powers and spells could not be cast at all.
Is it really only swordsmanship that is tested?
After three days and three nights, Kou Li looked at the sword, and as far as he could see, there were all broken sword weapons.
On his body, there were also more than a dozen sword marks, which looked terrifying, but there was no blood in the rolled flesh.
"I can probably understand why you are defective," Kou Li paused, and countless mournful voices rang out from the white mist, as if arguing, as if angry.
"Even if you think you are crippled, then who will think you are a worthy sword. β
Tyrannical, extreme, and self-abandoning, this is what Kou Li feels from these sword weapons.
Although he hadn't figured out the test of the Pure Yang Sword yet, he at least understood why this was the Sword Shrine.
A sword whose heart is dead can no longer be considered a sword.
With these words, the wind whimpered and gradually stopped, because Kou Li's eyes gradually shot out a kind of firmness and persistence that they did not have.
It's the breath of their kind.
A living sword.
......
The mood of the Western Wild Demon is very bad, from before breaking into the villa, everything has not gone well, first the magic fire that Fang practiced was broken by the Xin Jin sword qi, and then the first to break into here, a body of magic and demon magic can not be used, can only rely on swordsmanship.
And it just so happens that swordsmanship is his shortcoming.
'If this continues, Old Ancestor, I can't help but run for my life before I touch the threshold of the Pure Yang Sword. β
Green blood overflowed from the blood hole, wisps of blood, he had been cultivating for so many years, and his demonic skills had already refined his body into a monster, if it was just an ordinary body, I am afraid that he would have been chased and killed by a group of sword spirits.
A dark shadow slowly emerged from the mist.
"It's you dead souls again, if it weren't for the fact that the Ancestor's demonic skills were blocked, you would have been refined into ghosts under your command a long time ago!"
"Do you still have this chance?" said the Black Shadow slowly.
"Hey, you're not a revenant, which disciple are you, report your name, if the ancestor is in a good mood, spare your life. β
Although the wild demon can't perform magic skills, after a short loss of consciousness, the strong demonic mind can easily distinguish that the person on the other side is not high.
"Don't you want to get the Pure Yang Sword, I'll give it to you," the other party said faintly.
In the mist, the crimson light was like a big sun, golden mangs, hot currents, ten thousand swords roared in unison, and the eyes of the western wild demons were about to fall off.
"Impossible, Zhengyang Heavenly Sword, shouldn't it have been destroyed a long time ago," the Western Wild Demon couldn't believe it.
What happened back then was deeply impressed by the older generation.
And at this moment, countless sword shadows flew out from the great sun, waterfalls and rapids, and the Milky Way poured down.
"Three thousand swords, it's you, Bodhi Old Dao!"
The magic light transformed by the wild demon, under the premise of not being able to change the magic skill, gradually dimmed, and finally accompanied by a miserable scream, this old demon was full of magic skills, and he died here in aggrieved without showing half a point.
"Back then, you were the first. β
......
"This momentumβ"
When Kou Li felt the scene, he only saw the Western wild demon almost chopped into pulp, and next to his corpse, a piece of paper fell to the side.
"Thirty-four. β
Kou Li picked up the piece of paper, Mosuo twice, and the paper used to copy in the Taoist temple smelled of cinnabar.
What is this number, some kind of mark, quantity, or rank?
"Looks like I'm late, brother, have you found something? β
Kou Li recognized the other party, the elder of the Golden Night Sect who had a relationship with each other in the Star Sea, Zhou Daoshi.
"Only this paper," he said, handing it over.
"Thirty-four?" the other party was equally puzzled.
"I don't understand this number, it's just this swordsmanship," Kou Li paused: "Senior Brother Bodhi's three thousand swords?"
The Bodhi Taoist is quite famous in the two realms of righteousness and demons, and there are 3,000 high-grade swords hidden in this sword weapon, that is to say, the power of a sword is equivalent to 3,000 sword immortals shooting at the same time, and the power is amazing.
And the thick sword on the corpse of this Western wild demon is very much like the masterpiece of the other party.
"This old demon had a lot of hatred with our Jinxiao Sect back then, it is said that Zhengyangzi also chased and killed him when he was young, but he escaped in the end, if the senior brother made a move, it would make sense. β
The two of them looked at the paper at the same time, and if it was really him, what was the meaning of the paper left behind.
"Senior brother, together?"
"Good. β
Kou Li was still pondering the meaning of this number, but he didn't notice that the other party occasionally looked at him, and there was an indescribable meaning.
"Senior brother, among the senior brothers of our generation, except for you and Senior Brother Tianji, they have basically recovered their memories, Senior Brother, which of my senior brothers or senior sisters in your previous generation is really curious. β
The corners of Kou Li's mouth twitched, and he didn't respond.
Seeing this, Zhou Daoshi changed the topic again, "Senior brother, do you know that the real person in charge of the sect also came here back then. β
"Oh, what is Senior Brother Zhengyangzi doing here?" Kou Li was a little surprised.
"I don't know, it's just that after getting out of here, Senior Brother's swordsmanship has become stronger, if he used to be the first outsider of decency, after leaving here, he will become truly invincible in the world!"
Kou Li naturally knew that if he wanted to refine his swordsmanship, which was extremely supreme or even against the heavens, in addition to his own talent and will, various opportunities were also essential.
Heavy Sword Villa is a famous sword-casting holy place for both righteous and demonic, and the owner of the village, Tieshan Shenjun, is a powerful character of the previous generation of forty-three who have not escaped the robbery, no matter whether it is the righteous demon, no one dares to provoke.
If you have the ability, don't beg me.
The opportunity here will definitely be of great benefit to kendo.
The mist gradually faded, and Kou Li suddenly thought of something, even with his own swordsmanship, in order to deal with these sword spirits, the surface injuries were very serious.
This guy didn't have any injuries at all.
"Ah, it's here," Zhou Daoshi said suddenly.
The fog cleared, revealing a huge and majestic heavy iron city, gears embedded in the city walls, smoke billowing from fire, and the sound of metal crashing one after another.
A huge iron sword was stuck in the door, and the hilt of the sword was transmitted into the clouds, like Optimus Prime.
The entire Void Spirit Vein was suppressed by this sword.
The two armored men walked over with a 'crunch' and 'crunch', and their tones were calm: "The Divine Monarch is invited." β
As the two of them walked into the city, the sound of rolling machinery kept sounding, and in a trance, Kou Li was transported back to the industrial age of the previous life.
The city is almost full of sword shops, and there are constantly bursting out of the sword qi of Chongxiao, or the sound of a sword chant like a tiger and a dragon sounds.
"This way, please. β
The armor man led the two into a workshop, and in the huge furnace fire, all kinds of scarce treasure refining materials fused into one like mercury, and a unique spiritual charm began to be born.
"Zhou Daoshi, you're still alive," one of the armor men in the workshop said suddenly.
"You areβWei Changshu!" Zhou Daoshi looked surprised, and introduced to Kou Li: "This is my friend in my previous life, the scattered immortal of Sanshan Island, and the Tao is profound, but I remember that before I died, you were close to life, and you were ready to close the life and death barrier, forcibly break through, how did you appear here." β
The armor man nodded, and his tone was flat: "That's true, when I close the life and death pass, I will ask the Divine Monarch to help, and once the matter is defeated, I will take away my remnant soul in front of the Yin Si Soul Dementor, and refine it into a craftsman, between immortality and immortality." β
"Since you were my friend in your previous life, I will tell you the story of this Pure Yang Sword. β