”Just the mere thought of confusing God has made him a bird of prey, it seems that this Sword Master Shen is truly ruined.”
Qing Yu looked at the frozen Shen Cangwu and secretly thought in his heart.
Naturally, Shen Cangwu would not think of the Sword God directly just because of a slight resemblance, which was also due to a small trick secretly played by Qing Yu.
However, just by channeling the memories of the Blade God, Shen Cangwu was able to act in such a way. It seemed that the demons left by the Blade God were heavier than expected.
Of course, this was also a factor of Qing Yu’s own strength, if any random person could make Shen Cangwu a*sociate himself with the Blade God, then he wouldn’t need to be in the jianghu, just hang himself.
“Boring.”
Somewhat tastelessly, he lightly raised his right hand, and the Nirvana Sword cut a beautiful arc and returned to its sheath, “Sword Master Shen, tell me, you have come to seek Mister Xiao, you should have already decided on the date to open the Sword God Lake, right?”
Zhong Qingling’s death had already proved the strength of this new “Xiao Qianxiu”, and if it was not very necessary, the people of Buried Sword Peak would not have dared to provoke his killing intent in front of him.
Only such an important event as the opening of the Sword God Lake would have caused Shen Cangwu, a Tong Shen realm, to personally come and report the news.
“Not bad, the Peak Master has decided to open the Sword God Lake after one month.”
Shen Cangwu suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and maintained his surface composure, “At that time, please ask Palace Master Xiao to keep the agreement between you and me and open the Sword God Lake together.”
“I will naturally do what I say, only that the purpose of the Buried Sword Peak should overlap with that of Xiao, when the time comes ——”
Qing Yu turned around and said without looking back, “Then don’t blame Mister Xiao for not showing any mercy!”
The target of Qing Yu is the Five Generation Heavenly Demons, and the target of the Buried Sword Peak crowd is undoubtedly also the Five Generation Heavenly Demons. If there was anything that was most valuable in the Sword God Lake today, it was the remains of the Fifth Generation Heavenly Demon.
After they found the skeletal remains of the Fifth Generation Heavenly Demon, it would be time for both sides to turn against each other.
“Then, I will take my leave.”
Shen Cangwu left straight away, he did not want to stay here for a moment longer. The unknown swordsman impersonating Xiao Qianxiu was too strong, and Shen Cangwu could see the shadow of the Blade God in his body, which caused an inexplicable fear in his heart, and made him want to return to the Buried Sword Peak immediately to inform the Peak Master of his discovery.
Sensing Shen Cangwu’s swift departure, Qing Yu still looked at the Sword Palace and the Sword Sealing Tower, which pointed to the sky, from afar, as he had done before.
“Let’s just wait until I return from the Sword God Lake and then open the Sword Palace.” Qing Yu said to himself.
He wanted to recruit the world’s swordsmen, how could he be nameless? The trip to the Sword God Lake was the best opportunity to make a name for himself.
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Buried Sword Peak.
The water of the sword pond rolled and boiled as if the pond water was being boiled at the top of the mountain peak that looked like a broken sword.
At the bottom of the sword pond, the swords of the Buried Sword Peak Master and the others began to tremble unconsciously, emitting a clear and resounding sword cry.
“Sword intent resonates, little friend Yuan has succeeded!” The Buried Sword Peak Master, who was already nearly five hundred years old, lost his usual composure and clenched his hands into fists, squeezing them tightly, his face flushed and unable to hide his excitement.
Sinking at the bottom of the Sword Pond were his and the rest of the Elder’s swords, each of which was a world famous weapon of the day and extraordinary. Had it not been for the complete fusion of the sword intent in the Sacred Sword Tablet, Yuan Jian Yi would not have been able to resonate with all the swords he wore. If it were not for the absorption of the sword qi that the Buried Sword Peak Master and the others had nurtured for a hundred and fifty years, it would not be able to emit such a vision.
“Peak Master, Shen Cangwu has returned.”
The grey-clothed old man, Shen Cangwu, came to the Buried Sword Peak Master’s side and whispered.
“Sword Master Shen, you have come just in time, look, our hopes are about to come true.” The Buried Sword Peak Master said excitedly.
At this moment, the sword qi at the bottom of the Sword Pond was completely boiling, countless sword qi rose from the bottom of the pond, connecting the sky to the earth, as if a heavenly river waterfall was gushing backwards, attracting the wind and clouds, stirring the heaven and earth.
In the midst of the sword waterfall, an unparalleled sword figure slowly emerged, its body the colour of the sky, its sharpness overwhelmingly dividing heaven and earth, precisely the once number one sword in the world – Heavenly Fraction.
“Even Heavenly Fraction has served up sword Qi, Jian Yi is worthy of being an unparalleled heavenly pride of my Sword Dao!” Seeing this, Shen Cangwu could not help but marvel.
It was not a short time since the fragment of the Heaven Dividing Sword had fallen into their hands, and as Sword Dao elders, they were naturally able to trigger the sword qi of the fragment of the Heaven Dividing Sword. However, if they were to ask the Heaven-Splitting Sword to automatically offer its sword qi to merge with their own sword qi, it would never be possible.
In this world, perhaps only Yuan Jian Yi, who had inherited the sword intent left behind by the Sword God, could truly use this weapon of the former Sword God.
“Miso miso miso ——”
Several sword sounds came from the sword waterfall, and more than ten sword weapons of different styles and auras flew out from the waterfall, towards their respective owners.
Shen Cangwu reached out and grasped one of the sword weapons flying towards him, crossed his sword in front of him, caressed the sword body which still shone brightly after one hundred and fifty years, and sighed, “Cangfeng, one hundred and fifty years have pa*sed since I held you.”
Since the birth of the Sword Pond a hundred and fifty years ago, Shen Cangwu had never held this old comrade in the past, and had always used other sword weapons instead. Now that he was holding the Cang Feng Sword again, it was as if Shen Cangwu had once again returned to a hundred and fifty years ago, and his dormant sword heart had the seeds of recovery.
“It is a pity that there are still a few old friends who could not wait for this time.”
The Buried Sword Peak Master looked to the side, where a few divine swords were stuck crookedly on the ground, trembling and sending out a few mournful sword cries.
Not everyone could wait for the arrival of hope, and in the hundred and fifty years, some people died at the end of their lives, while others could not bear the brokenness of the sword’s heart and ended their own lives.
At present, there are only six people left at the Buried Sword Peak, plus the Lord of the Buried Sword Peak. The last one to die was Zhong Qingling, who had been left with the sword by Qing Yu.
At that moment, the sword light of the sword waterfall faded slightly, and a white-robed youth like a sword emerged from it. He stepped into the air, one hand holding the hilt of the sword tighter than a bit of the remnants of the blade, and one hand holding the fragment of the tip part of the sword between his fingers.
The fragment of the Heaven’s Score.
Even though this fragment of the world’s greatest sword was broken to this point, it still had a sharpness that was unparalleled in the world. And now, this sharpness was used by Yuan Jian Yi, and the sword qi and it continued to mingle, making it even more powerful.
“Little friend Yuan, come!”
The Buried Sword Peak Master gently vibrated the sword he had just regained, the sword like a soaring dragon, swinging to invoke its might.
“Imperial Heavenly Sword Dao – Heavenly Dragon Sword Invocation.”
Like a jade dragon from beyond the sky, the sword qi flew into a dragon shadow, soaring into the air and slashing.
“Imperial Heavenly Sword Dao – Heavenly Divide.”
Yuan Jian Yi stood in mid-air, the tip of the Heavenly Parting Sword clutched in his left hand slashed across the air, the jade dragon dissipated and the sword qi broke off. The power of Heavenly Fraction was evident.
“Good!” The Buried Sword Peak Master shouted, “Little Friend Yuan, you have united with Heaven’s Share’s human sword and become Heaven’s Share’s true sword master. Deputy Hall Master of the Sword Discourse Hall, Bai Xingkong, meet Sword Master.”
“We have met the Sovereign Sword.” The rest of the people also spoke in unison.
The Heavenly Equinox Sword was the sword of the Sword God, and the one who ruled the Heavenly Equinox was the Lord of the Sword God Lake. The name Sword Master meant the person who was in charge of the sword dao. Whether it was in the past or the present, this name only belonged to the Lord of Sword God Lake.
As for the future, who knows ——
