With his goal accomplished and a pawn harvested, Qing Yu went away happily.
Although Mo Guming is a demon, he is not a man with a strong mind and cannot do anything to undermine others behind their backs.
Of course, what one should guard against must still be guarded against. Qing Yu did not have the consciousness to hand over his back to Mo Luminous.
As he watched the purple-clothed swordsman disappear into sword qi, Mo Luminous reluctantly got up, plucked up the Reverse Heart Demon Sword that was stuck on the ground, and laughed bitterly, “Alas, I’ve lost myself this time, selling my life to someone for a year.”
“Who can blame you for making your own death?” Ye Lingxiang playfully rolled her eyes, “I told you long ago not to challenge Xiao Qianxiu now, Emperor Zhou just decreed to build a sword palace for him, and you want to take it away, where do you want Emperor Zhou’s face to be?”
Speaking of the Zhou Emperor Feng Jiuyu, Mo Guming was also a little scornful.
When the Devil’s Path had entered Northern Zhou, it had cooperated with the Northern Zhou court. At that time, the Northern Zhou court was actually not on an equal footing with the Devil’s Dao, and it was only because the two sides had cooperated long ago that the Devil’s Dao was able to curb its anger. But even so, the Northern Zhou still gave the four sects of the Devil’s Way great privileges.
But as the Northern Zhou court grew in strength, the two sides began to be on equal footing. Firstly, the Purgatory Peak, a god-hating, kiln-hopping and non-paying clan, was expelled and hunted down, and then it opened a women’s school and gained the goodwill of the Yin Demon Sect.
Little by little, the status of the Northern Zhou court increased, and now it was such that both the Devil’s Sword Dao and the Hall of Absolute Destiny harboured no small amount of scorn.
Especially that Daoist Qing Yu, it was rumoured that he had defeated Pei Dongliu and his strength was approaching the extreme realm below the strongest, which made him even more daring to underestimate the Northern Zhou.
But scruples aside, the ancestral death-defying mentality of the Devil’s Sword Dao, and the swordsman’s desire to win, made Mo Qunming choose to challenge Xiao Qianxiu. Then he gave a year’s worth of beating.
“The Six Absolute Elders have now decided to join our alliance on the condition that they help him kill his daughter. At that time, all three clans will need to contribute, so you should go and recuperate well first.” After Ye Lingxiang finished speaking, her lotus steps moved lightly, and in three steps she disappeared into the mountain forest not far away.
“Seven Extremes Mountain Villa?” In situ, Mo Gumming muttered, “It seems like we might have to face the Heavenly Demon Palace again this time. A battle to look forward to ——”
That battle over two years ago was arguably the most thrilling battle in Mo Guming’s life. Despite the presence of two of the strongest people in the world, Blood End and Yin World, facing the siege of those experts of the Heavenly Demon Palace at the Tong Shen realm, it was still so close that Mo Guming almost died on the spot.
Now, when he thought of the possibility of making an enemy of the Heavenly Demon Palace again, the exclusive death-defying thoughts in Mo Guming’s body began to stir again.
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In the middle of nowhere, the Buried Sword Peak.
The sword-like mountain peak is permeated with countless sword holes, and there is sword qi hidden within the peak, and from time to time, misty and invisible sword qi bursts out along these sword holes, hovering in the air and emitting crisp sword sounds.
This rather peculiar scene has been occurring for more than a few months now.
A few months ago, Zhong Qingling returned to Buried Sword Peak with the Great Dueling Sword containing the Sword Nine – Reincarnation, which was subsequently activated by the Lord of Buried Sword Peak to confront him.
The Sword Nine – Reincarnation transformed the Earth Qi into a sword, making the Buried Sword Peak a true sword peak.
Although the Master of the Buried Sword Peak caught Sword Nine with his powerful sword dao cultivation, he did not erase the traces of Sword Nine afterwards, but instead asked the senior members of the Buried Sword Peak to inject sword qi and nurture the invisible and formless sword intent, so that the sword style could be preserved.
The purpose of such an act was ——
“Clang–”
The young man in the white sword robe moved across the sky, his hands pointing together, and two clear sword blades were sparked from his sword fingers, which he used to duel with the sword qi flying around him.
The sword qi is absolutely sharp, reflecting the cold eyes of a sword.
Swords, only swords. This young man’s entire being was like a natural sword, releasing this eerie sword intent. The sharp sword qi fought against the drifting sword qi that kept shooting out from the sword cave in a sword fight that seemed to never end.
“Royal Heavenly Sword Dao – Heavenly Sword Royal Movement.”
Steeply, the young man’s sword energy flared into heavenly power, his entire person transformed into a heavenly sword, cutting across the forest of swords formed by the drifting sword energy, countless sword energies were cut down by this heavenly sword, the sharpness of that moment was astonishing.
“Good,” the grey-clothed old man who appeared at an unknown time loudly applauded, “Jian Yi, the Peak Master really did not misjudge you, your natural talent in the sword dao is no less than that of the Sword God back then, to have broken the sword path of this move within a few months. Good, very good!”
“Senior Shen.”
As soon as Yuan Jian landed on the ground, he looked at the large and small sword marks on his sword robe and shook his head, “When facing off against this move, the opponent will not give senior several months to become familiar with it. If I want to break this move, I still need to play it on the spot.”
To juggle the sword path in an unchanging manner was something only martial artists of the Houtian realm would do. But any martial artist with a bit of insight would not foolishly make a sword move in a single stroke.
Whether it was a swordsman or any other martial artist, victory or defeat in a clash would still depend on improvisation.
“Moreover, my junior is not as strong as my opponent, so if I want to fight with that person with a sword, I must first stand on an equal platform with that person.”
Yuan Jian Yi’s strength was only at the True Dan realm at this time, and when facing a Tong Shen realm powerhouse, not to mention breaking the opponent’s sword style, he would have to give his best to avoid even a casual sword from the opponent. As for blocking hard, that would be seeking death.
The sword qi inspired on the Buried Sword Peak was still within Yuan Jian Yi’s acceptance range, but that person would not adjust the sword qi according to Yuan Jian Yi’s strength level.
Therefore, although Yuan Jian Yi had sort of broken the sword move, there was no hint of arrogance at all.
“You don’t have to worry about your strength, Jian Yi,” Shen Cangwu said, “You have resonated with the sword intent on the Sacred Sword Tablet, and during this period of time, you have been baptized by the sword qi of the Buried Sword Peak day and night, and have already reached the peak of the True Dan realm. Next, it’s time to start working on your breakthrough to Tong Shen.”
“Follow old me.”
As soon as Shen Cangwu grabbed Yuan Jian Yi’s shoulder, his figure flashed and he reached the peak of Buried Sword Peak in no time.
At the top of the peak was a huge platform, as if someone had cut it off with a sword.
And occupying nearly 80% of this platform was a pond, a sword pond.
The Buried Sword Peak Master and the rest of the Elder were standing by the pool at this moment, looking at the sword weapons lined up in the pool, quietly lost in thought.
The arrival of Yuan Jian Yi and Shen Cang Wu seemed to have brought back their minds to contemplate the past, as they heard the Buried Sword Peak Master say, “Since 937 years ago, the Sword God Lake has been a sacred place for swordsmen from all over the world. Back then, the Sinking Sword Lake sank countless sword weapons, which contained the sword intent of the sword lord and fused into one in the Sinking Sword Lake to become a peak sword dao intent.
Unfortunately, a hundred and fifty years ago, Nangong broke his sword and raised his sword to break the myth of the Sword God Lake, and also to break that peak sword intent. All the centuries of accumulation were reduced to nothing. ——“
