The twelve terrifying evil swords are sinister yet fierce, and they echo each other to form a hidden sword formation.
Yuan Jian Yi pushes his strength to break the pole and brings his severe sword energy to full play, hooking, hanging, pointing, picking, slashing, teasing and slashing, the simple sword style brings out the ultimate sword intent, hovering in front and blocking the power of the absolute sword.
However, there was still a gap between him and the Xuan Yin Swordsman, and after blocking seven Xuan Yin Demon Swords, he was already bruised all over his body.
Had he not been born with a sword bone and a sword body that far surpa*sed those of others of the same realm, he would have been left dead on the spot.
On the eighth sword, the evil sword broke through the sword qi and pa*sed through his chest, exploding into a huge shower of blood.
“Poof…”
Yuan Jian Yi was seriously wounded, one more sword and it would be the time for him to die.
A white light duly enveloped Yuan Jian Yi and transported him out of the tower. The evil sword swept through the air, sword qi furiously cutting through the sky.
For the third time, Yuan Jian Yi was still defeated.
However, his advancement was also far greater than ever before. Relatively speaking, the benefits he brought to the Sword Realm were also far greater than ever before.
Waiting for the next time when Yuan Jian Yi enters the tower, his progress will again bring a lot of gains to the Sword World.
The Sword Sealing Tower was never a place for challengers to practise their swords, and the reason why they were let go was merely for sustainable development.
And, the sword intent absorbed from the challenger would also allow Qing Yu and those he authorised to gain benefits and take a big step forward.
Like the Xuan Yin Swordsman, who is sitting on his knees at the moment, using the Sword Realm to gain insights from the First of the Yuan Swords.
Admiration is admiration, but when it comes to the martial arts, there is still no point in showing any love. If it weren’t for the fact that every time he challenged Yuan Jian Yi, he would have gained a lot, Xuan Yin Jian Su would not have bothered to answer the challenge every time.
With a flash of light in the outer world, Yuan Jian Yi’s figure had already appeared outside the tower.
He had just landed on the ground and was about to collapse, but thanks to the timely a*sistance of his master, Qiu Yailing, he was able to keep him from falling to the ground.
At this moment, Yuan Jian Yi’s pure white sword robe had become tattered, and above his wounds, there was a flow of dark green sword qi, which was constantly hurting him and making people nearby afraid to avoid it.
For Yuan Jian Yi, this was just some residual sword qi torment, but for non-Tong Shen realm martial artists, once they were infected with this sword qi, they might have to be seriously injured for a while, and there was even a slight chance that they would be left with minor hidden problems.
“Let the old man do it.”
Shen Yunji lightly pressed Yuan Jian on one shoulder, and the supreme sword element rushed into it, and the Yin Evil Sword Qi quickly receded as if white snow met clear sunlight.
“It seems that this disciple of mine has taken that junior as the heir to his mantle. It’s also true that his life span is only fifty years or so.” When the Sword God saw this, he said softly.
A lifespan of fifty years was half a life for an ordinary person, but for a supreme being like Shen Yunji, who had a lifespan of a thousand years, it was the state of a life expectancy that was about to end.
Shen Yunji, who had participated in sealing the Sword God, had spent over nine hundred years and was finally approaching the end of his life.
It was time for him to find an heir to his mantle.
“So, Sword God, how much longevity do you have left, again?” Qing Yu pressed one hand on the handle of his wheelchair, seemingly false and tight, and asked with a light smile.
Don’t look at Sword God as a young man, without a trace of twilight, but as Shen Yunji’s master, his years would only be higher than Shen Yunji’s, not lower.
Shen Yunji would not have many years to live, and the Sword God would only have even less.
“You want to know my lifespan?” The Sword God glanced at Qing Yu with a smile, “I might as well tell you that I only have eleven years left in my life span.”
Eleven years of life was equivalent to one hundredth of the lifetime of a supreme power, the Sword God was truly half a foot in the coffin.
But he said it openly and calmly, without the slightest worry of facing death.
“Although I have used up nine hundred years of my life, these eleven years are enough,” said the Sword God confidently, “to get out of my predicament before I die, and to meet these times, it seems that God has treated me well.”
“But if we are to break through, we need to defy the heavens.” Qing Yu said.
Unlike those who complained about the injustice of the heavens, Qing Yu and other supreme beings wanted to go against the heavens precisely because the heavens were in their way.
If they did not go against the heavens, the Sword God would end his life after eleven years, and Qing Yu would do the same in a number of years.
And, they will maintain this state of being in the way until they die.
This is the reason why Qing Yu, the Sword God, and all the other great men and women will go against the heavens, even at the cost of their lives.
“Over there, let’s wish the Sword God to break the realm within eleven years.” Qing Yu said as such.
“Take your good advice, today, I will give you a great gift.”
“A great gift?”
“If your sword realm can be a*sisted by the two supreme sword daoists, it should be able to take shape completely.” The Sword God’s gaze seemed to flicker with sword light, seeing through the exterior of the Sword Sealing Tower to the sword realm that had melted into the void.
“You are going to ——”
Before Qing Yu could ask, the Sword God had already stepped forward to the Sword Sealing Tower, and wherever he pa*sed, everyone involuntarily made way for him, either bowing their heads or directly kneeling halfway to the ground.
This was the Piaomiao Sword Palace, and all the people gathered here were swordsmen. And the one walking past now is the God of the Sword Dao.
“Miso…”
“Clang–”
——
The sharp swords were sheathed and made a loud trembling sound towards the place of the Sword God, as if they were making a pilgrimage to the gods to welcome the arrival of the myth of the Sword Dao.
The Sword God strolled across the avenue that the crowd had given way to, looked at the vicissitudes of the swordsman who was still healing Yuan Jian Yi, and said, “Meng Sheng my disciple, I have come to see you.”
The Swordsman used to be called “Meng Sheng” and took the Sword God’s surname as “Yu Meng Sheng”. He was the heir of the Sword God and the one whom the Sword God trusted the most.
If not for this, Heavenly Fraction would not have had the chance to leave the Sword God’s side.
Only someone who is trusted by the Sword God would have the slightest chance of allowing the sword of a Sword Dao myth to leave the Sword Master’s side.
Shen Yunji lashed out, sweeping away all the evil sword Qi from within Yuan Jian Yi’s body, turned towards the Sword God, and bowed respectfully, “My disciple, Yu Meng Sheng, pays respects to my master.”
“It seems that you know what I am coming for.”
“My disciple has come to his senses. A swordsman should not be defeated by intrigue and trickery, nor should he lose his sword.” Shen Yunji said in a respectful voice.
He and the Sword God, one with a face full of vicissitudes, were middle-aged at first glance, while the other was energetic, like a young boy at the dawn of the sun.
But in fact, the middle-aged man was bowing to the energetic young man and addressing him as “Master”.
‘The Sword God has been sealed for over nine hundred years and has only eleven years of life left. But he is still full of vitality, still without a trace of twilight, this state of mind is already invincible. Qing Yu viewed this scene and said with a hint of shock in his heart.
In these nine hundred years, the Sword God had not been ignorant and unaware, but had witnessed the vicissitudes of the Sword God Lake with his divine sense. He had been watching the colourful world outside, but himself was unable to even flex his fingers.
After nine hundred years under such circumstances, his mind was as it was when he was a young man, without a trace of madness or loss of wisdom, and if this state of mind was not invincible, there would be no one in the world with a perfect state of mind.
