On the fourth day of May, the Piaomiao Sword Palace recruits sword disciples.
This palace, which the emperor himself opened for the purpose, is now the biggest hotspot in Northern Zhou. Countless people who are interested in the sword dao in Northern Zhou have gathered here.
Before dawn, at least a thousand martial artists gathered in front of the Misty Sword Palace, looking up at the majestic Sword Palace and marvelling at the towering Sword Sealing Tower.
On the top floor of the Tower, sword shadows were flying as Qing Yu and Mo Guming competed with each other in swordplay, not with their true qi.
Even without the use of sword qi, the sword strokes wielded by their physical strength were strong enough to break mountains and collapse rocks.
What’s more, Qing Yu’s physical strength was also second to none among the strongest. If he hadn’t deliberately restrained his strength, I’m afraid that the top of the recently built Sword Sealing Tower would have been lifted off by the sword wind.
“Clang…”
Suddenly, Qing Yu’s sword nudged at the Reverse Heart Sword, and the sword blade steeply turned, the Nirvana Sword went dragon and snake, brushing against the Reverse Heart Sword and pointing straight at Mo Guming’s throat.
“You are defeated.” Qing Yu said with a smile.
“It is Mo who has lost,” Mo Guming sighed softly, “Seven days ago Mo had a match with you in swordplay, but now, Mo is no longer your opponent.”
“Defeat is in the realm, and rightfully so.”
Qing Yu said as he withdrew his sword.
Although supreme practitioners were still within the Pa*sage God Realm, reaching the peak of the realm set them completely apart from the normal Pa*sage God Realm.
The extreme Yuan Shen had reached peak values in both thinking and reaction. What’s more, Qing Yu had three souls with him, the Eye of Blood Tears and the Heavenly Son Lookout Technique constantly operating, absorbing the essence of Mo Guming’s sword art to grow rapidly.
However, Mo Guming had not heard the meaning of Qing Yu’s words, thinking that he was talking about the mere realm of the sword dao.
After all, he was the one who could decapitate the Sword God, and even if the sword body only produced one hand at that time, for the Sword God, the whole hand could already use more than 60% of the strength at that time.
So there was no doubt that that move, Sword Twelve, had already reached within the realm of the supreme power.
“Since you have lost, you should go ahead and recruit sword apprentices on behalf of this Palace Master, and also settle those challengers by the way. Remember to be within the Sword Sealing Tower.”
Qing Yu returned his sword to its sheath and said.
“Aren’t you afraid that Mo will plant eyes and ears into the Sword Palace?” Mo Qunming could not help but say when he heard that.
Although I promised to be your pawn for a year, I don’t have to be so liberal. If you don’t do something about it, you’ll be sorry for being a member of the Devil’s Path.
“If you want people from the Devil’s Sword Dao to cultivate the Devil’s Sword, I’m always welcome. No matter what the purpose is, the Piaomiao Sword Palace will accept them as they are.”
No matter which side one is from, as long as one fails to practice the Devil’s Sword, they can only get lost. Those who have practiced the Devil’s Sword will eventually become one of their own. This sword palace was originally opened to screen for devil sword practitioners, and the more people who wanted to get started, the better.
“If you have the desire, this Palace Master can give you a copy of the Devil’s Sword secret book and let you use it.”
Qing Yu marched over to the window and looked down at the crowd gathered in the Sword Palace below.
They were all purple-clad swordsmen, wielding black longswords forged by the Lian family. These men were about to depart for Bracket Pa*s, as the first raw troops to attack the gra*slands.
“Is there really no other alternative to the devil’s blood needed for the cultivation of the devil’s sword?” Mo Qunming asked.
Truthfully, although the Devil’s Sword’s sword technique was strange and powerful enough, it was not a problem at all for a sword master like Mo Guming to create it. The real heart of the matter lay in the devil’s blood.
If the devil’s blood is not exchanged, the devil’s sword is just a relatively powerful sword technique, if the devil’s blood is absorbed ——
Xiao Qiye, who is already on the verge of a breakthrough, is the best proof.
This kind of powerful sword skill, Mo Gumming said if you do not want to be false, but really want Mo Gumming to implement the magic sword in the magic sword dao, but also impossible thing.
If Qing Yu was so confident, he must have hidden a hidden hand in the Magic Sword Sword Skill. Although Mo Guming did not know what would happen after replacing the Devil’s Blood, his intuition told him that it was not good.
“It is not impossible to replace the devil’s blood, but the substitutes are all highly poisonous, not only does the threshold of cultivation become higher, the required nutrients become more, but it will also be controlled by the killing thoughts, except for the strongest of the Tong Shen realm, very few people below the True Dan can survive the backlash.”
What Qing Yu was referring to was naturally the artificially boiled devil blood in the initial version of the Devil’s Blade. Even Nie Feng, who knew the Ice Heart Technique, could not resist it, and if he wanted to cultivate without side effects, he would have to become a Tong Shen realm.
But if he had already become a God, would he still need this sword skill?
By this time, the a*sembled Swordsmen below were ready and were marching out towards the Sword Palace.
“Woo…”
The doors of the Sword Palace slowly opened, and the martial artists who were waiting in agony looked at the sky and were all curious as to why the Sword Palace hadn’t opened before the day.
But this was only a minor issue, what mattered now was to enter the Sword Palace first, lest they be left behind.
The bustling crowd was just about to squeeze themselves forward when they were defeated by a pair of icy eyes.
Cold and stern, that was all the martial artists outside had of the expressionless, purple-clad swordsmen. They were like soldiers of a hundred battles in the Curaçon, full of battle intent and killing intent, their gazes always looking as if they were searching for a place to lay their swords, and it was frightening.
In a silence, the gathered crowd slowly retreated, parting the spacious path out to allow this group of purple-clad swordsmen to pa*s.
”In just a few months’ time, such a group of innate to divine origin martial artists have been created, the Devil’s Sword ——” Mo Qunming, who witnessed this scene, pondered deeply.
Listening to Qing Yu, this group of swordsmen would still be greatly enhanced after they went to battle, and there was no telling what realm they could eventually reach.
To be honest, at this moment, Mo Guming was really moved.
”Think about it again ——”
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Also at this moment when the sky was about to dawn, Huayu Fei stopped his meditation and stretched out his palm like a ghost’s claw to take out a purple pill bottle from his pocket.
When he pulled out the stopper, a rich blood aura was released from the bottle. Inhaling deeply, Huayu Fei inhaled this blood qi into his body, and his face took on a strange bright red colour.
Under the nourishment of this blood qi, Huayu Fei’s whole body became a little more rosy, and his withered body was infused with vitality, no longer looking like a corpse like before.
But this vitality was like an illusion, as the grey sword qi circled around his body and all the vitality was extracted, strengthening the killing sword qi and knocking Yu Fei’s body back into shape.
Feeling the sword qi inside his body that was one point stronger and the vitality that was one point weaker, Hua Yufei could not help but clench his fist and viciously crush the pill bottle.
“Hateful!”
