In the north-west of Shu, at the border of Hou Qian, a towering mountain stands on the barren landscape.
There is no vegetation on the mountain, only a black desolation and a cold slaughter. Like a broken sword, this mountain peak exudes a tragic and cold aura.
This is the Buried Sword Peak, the last refuge of the Jian Shen Lake elders. Although it has been made one of the three sacred places of the sword dao by the Jianghu people, the Buried Sword Peak only has the dying old men and countless broken swords on it.
With the Great Dueling Sword stuck in his chest, Zhong Qingling faltered and flew to the top of the peak, as if he had finally been freed, half kneeling on the ground.
A strong breeze swept past in front of him, and an old man as tall as a pine appeared in front of Zhong Qingling, hastily helping him up and saying, “Sword Master Zhong, how come you have been seriously injured?”
Several more sharp sword sounds followed, and several old men appeared, all with angry faces when they saw that Zhong Qingling had been wounded so badly.
“Peak Master ——” Zhong Qingling looked at the old man in front of him and strained to open his mouth.
“Don’t talk yet, your injuries are important.” The Buried Sword Peak Master said hurriedly.
“No,” Zhong Qingling said firmly as he grabbed the arm that was about to a*sist him, “there is no time for that.”
“Peak Master, listen to me, Xiao Qianxiu ——” his eyes flashed with remembrance and a hint of fear, “Xiao Qianxiu he is very strong, he is completely different from the Xiao Qianxiu we remember. I suspect that the one who is now the Master of the Imperial Sword Villa is no longer the real Xiao Qianxiu.”
“He told me to send word that it was okay to open the Sword God Lake, but he needed to cooperate with him. And ——”
“And ——”
Zhong Qingling’s eyes showed a hint of shock as he felt an overwhelming sword intent awaken within him.
In front of him, the Buried Sword Peak Master and several other old men also felt this sword intent, and the swords on their bodies began to unconsciously emit a trembling sound.
“Sword intent!” The Buried Sword Peak Master grabbed the hilt of the great dueling sword and strong sword qi was transmitted from his hand into the sword, fighting against the invisible and formless sword intent that overwhelmed heaven and earth.
The sword intent was like a substantial sword intent, faintly forming a blurred face, and the empty eyes seemed to be able to see things, sweeping past the crowd, the corners of his mouth seemed to curve.
“Miso…”
The sound of the sword shook his ears as a magnificent light began to be released from Zhong Qingling’s body, and the peerless sword intent was about to break out of his body.
“It’s not good, if the confrontation continues, Sword Master Zhong’s body will not be able to hold up first!”
Zhong Qingling had long been dying, and the only reason he had survived until now was because Qing Yu had let him off the hook, and his own persistence, to hold on. But now, Zhong Qingling’s mission had been completed, and his life was about to come to an end.
“Peak Master, this is his sword ——”
Gazing into Zhong Qingling’s eyes, the Buried Sword Peak Master slowly let go of his hand, “Well then, let me see that man’s sword.”
Zhong Qingling was not under Qing Yu’s control and the reason he returned to Buried Sword Peak with the Great Dueling Sword was to show the Buried Sword Peak crowd Qing Yu’s sword, hoping to find a break in it.
The Buried Sword Peak Master understood Zhong Qingling’s determination, so he no longer thought of saving his life, but respected his decision.
When the sword master’s hand left the sword, the clear sound of the sword resonated throughout the entire Buried Sword Peak, and the blade broke through his body, taking away the last trace of vitality from Zhong Qingling.
And then, the Great Determination Sword spun around twice in the air, the tip of the sword came down and landed straight on the ground.
“Clang…”
As the Great Determination Sword pierced the ground, the Earth Qi of the Buried Sword Peak instantly rioted, and the flawless and gapless sword pierced out from the ground, the sharp blade instantly covered the entire Buried Sword Peak, like a jungle of swords.
“Sword Nine – Reincarnation.”
In the darkness, the sword’s intent was heard as the name of this move was recited.
The Sword of Reincarnation, which goes back and forth, is flawless and without gaps. As long as the earth’s qi remained intact, this move would be difficult to extinguish.
“A good move of reincarnation, I also have a move for you to evaluate!”
The Buried Sword Peak Master formed his hands into sword fingers and held them together towards the sky, “Imperial Heavenly Sword Dao.”
The sword wind roared wildly, and in the sky, a huge sword blade took shape, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and sword qi blasted down.
“Clang clang clang ——”
Sword Qi and sharp swords battled, the supreme Sword Dao from Sword God Lake dueled with Sword Nine – Reincarnation, the sharp swords tilted and broke, the waves of Qi that surged up rushed past the few old men watching, leaving large and small sword marks on their bodies.
The aftermath of the battle between the two sides had actually caused these Sword God Lake elders to suffer considerable injuries.
“Clang–”
With a final clash, the forest of swords on Buried Sword Peak disappeared, and the huge sword shadows in the sky dissipated into nothingness. The Buried Sword Peak Master gently landed on the ground, his face clouded over.
“Peak Master ——,” several of the hosts called out.
“I’m fine,” said the Buried Sword Peak Master, waving his hand, “Master Zhong Jian is right, the Xiao Qianxiu now is probably not the same as he was in the past. This kind of vague and powerful and overbearing sword technique, if it had been pa*sed down from Sword God Lake, old me would never have been unimpressed.”
The sword techniques of the Imperial Sword Villa all originated from the Sword God Lake, and if such sword techniques existed, as former Sword God Lake elders, it was impossible for the crowd to be unaware of them.
“This is good, when the time comes to move, the old man will not have to worry about the identity of Xiao’s descendants ——”
The Buried Sword Peak Master quietly wiped away a drop of sweat from his forehead and turned back to walk along the devastated road towards the top of the mountain.
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“Ding, sending a sword to kill a body, fighting swords across the air, the host has deeply learned the three flavors of the villain, and is rewarded with one exclusive draw of the sword dao.”
The prompt finally sounded in his ears, while Qing Yu seemed to feel something and noticed the release of his sword intent, and could not help but smile lightly, “Finally released? The move of the Nine of Swords.”
This prompting sound signified that the Sword Nine – Reincarnation that Qing Yu had hosted on the Great Duel Sword had finally been released. And naturally, the one who would bear the brunt of this was Zhong Qingling.
He was bound to die, and if he didn’t die, how would Qing Yu come to this exclusive Sword Dao draw.
“System, open the draw.” Qing Yu said.
“Sword Dao exclusive lottery, extraction in progress ——”
“Ding, congratulations to the host, obtained a five and a half star item – Nirvana Sword.”
“Nirvana? Haha, good.”
A snow-white sword appeared in Qing Yu’s hand. With a clear, transparent round handle, the sword’s body was clear and lucid with a hidden holy light, decorated with Sanskrit inscriptions, showing Nirvana, the divine weapon of the heavens.
This sword is a perfect match for Qing Yu’s daoist heart and complements the sword intent of the Piaomiao Sword Technique.
The aura of clarity, in harmony with Qing Yu’s heart, filled his eyes, and an aura as ethereal and heavy as the might of the heavens was embedded in the sword body and Qing Yu’s body, invisibly linked together.
“Who is more qualified than me to hold this heavenly sword?”
The sword qi burst through the roof in an instant, and the mighty heavenly power caused the disciples in the mountain villa, who were practising with their swords, to feel an unspeakable sense of worship, and to half kneel on the ground with their swords.
