thenovelthief Chapter 383
Chapter 383
The two elders, Qingzhuo and Xuanji, did not hide their figures and appeared directly on the clouds.
After all, what sneak attacks and calculations are needed for the elders of the immortal sect to deal with some ordinary warriors?
And their appearance naturally caused a commotion among the warriors below.
These martial artists suddenly changed their colors and cried out bitterly:
"I thought it was a great opportunity, but I didn't expect to provoke the immortal sect this time?"
"How can we, martial artists, fight with immortals?"
These warriors suddenly lost their fighting spirit to fight for the swords. Some people saw that the situation was not good and prepared to use light skills to escape.
Ordinary human warriors would not try to fight with immortal monks, not to mention that the two Yuanying elders came up.
Not only people.
Even the hundreds of thousands of swords flying in the air in the sword washing pool and sword tomb seemed to be touched by the two old Taoists, and they did not dare to act rashly for a while.
Only Xue Changhe, who had just entered the world, had a somewhat fearless mentality.
"Don't panic." Xue Changhe said calmly:
"The enemy is few and we are many. Although the immortal monks are powerful, we are not without a chance of victory."
"In the Qiao family, there are many warriors who have successfully reversed the immortals and pulled the immortal monks down from the clouds. Why can't we do it?"
The Qiao family can do it, so Xue Changhe can't do it?
Xue Changhe is a newborn calf, and he has always regarded himself as a legendary figure of martial arts such as the Qiao family and the martial saint.
Although he knows that there is a gap, he is unwilling to weaken his momentum.
Xue Changhe is the strongest among the many martial artists present.
With such a strong man as him standing up to take the lead, the other martial artists also have a little confidence in their hearts, and some martial artists who still have courage have begun to respond and stand with Xue Changhe.
At the top of the sword tomb, the woman in red, who has always been very calm, now looks solemn.
"Do you want to join forces?" She turned her head and asked the stone sword beside her:
"There are more than a thousand swords here, all of which can obey my orders. If you are included..."
"With this one of mine, the whole army will be wiped out." Jian Zexian said unhappily:
"This is strange. Since the two old Taoists appeared, you have suddenly become very motivated."
"You may not know their background, but the man on the left is the Yuanying elder Qingzhuo of the Da Dao Sect, and the other one should also be a Yuanying."
"No matter what you are, you can't withstand the magic methods of the immortal sect elders."
"If there were other ways, why would I abandon my body and fight to the death?"
Jian Zexian obviously had no fighting spirit, and even poured a basin of cold water on the woman in red.
However, the two elders Qingzhuo and Xuanji on the cloud did not care about the restlessness below.
It makes no difference whether it is to use Qinggong to escape or to fight like a trapped beast.
"Daoyou Qingzhuo, are you going to do it or should I?" Elder Xuanji spoke.
"Daoyou Xuanji's life treasure is damaged, and his soul is injured. This time, I'll do it." Elder Qingzhuo also smiled:
"This sword tomb is a spiritual place, and it belongs to the Yanshen Dao. I will only take back the stone sword treasure."
Xuanji Zhenren's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled:
"In this case, let's see Daoyou Qingzhuo's Taoism today."
The next moment, Elder Qingzhuo pinched the magic formula with his hands, and the wind and clouds changed color in an instant, and the wind rolled up the dark clouds like waves.
The whistling wind rolled up the sand, and a sand roll that was almost connected to the sky gradually formed.
In the roar of the wind.
The Sword Casting Villa, which was only left with broken walls and ruins, completely collapsed.
The broken walls and rubble shattered in the violent wind and sand, and then turned into sand and dust sharper than a blade, rushing towards the sword tomb.
The warriors had just mustered up their courage under the encouragement of Xue Changhe, but now they were dumbfounded.
"Fuck, how do we fight this thing?!"
No warrior had ever really fought against an immortal cultivator, even Xue Changhe, who had the highest martial arts skills among them, had no such experience.
These warriors had all heard of the legend of the Qiao family's attack on immortals.
This time they were numerous and powerful, with a total of more than a hundred people, led by Xue Changhe, who was at the top of the strength list. They originally thought that even if they couldn't beat them, they would still have the strength to fight, but now they were stunned when they started fighting.
Elder Qingzhuo stood on the cloud without moving, and didn't come down at all.
The sandstorm he rolled up with magic swallowed up half of the ruins of the Sword Casting Villa in just a few breaths.
What can these warriors do in front of this sandstorm?
Fists, swordsmanship, hard skills, light skills... all of them are useless!
The magic of the Yuanying cultivator has the power to destroy the city. It can change the world in a moment. It is almost a natural disaster in the eyes of ordinary people. These mortals who practice martial arts, how can they fight with their heads?
Whoosh whoosh....
Amid the violent roar, more than a dozen warriors were swept into the storm. In a blink of an eye, their bodies were swept into the sky and they could no longer be seen.
"Calm down!" Xue Changhe gritted his teeth secretly:
"The Qiao family who succeeded in defeating the immortals in the rumor, how did they do it..."
He carefully recalled the details of the rumor, but the more he thought about it, the more problems he found, and he was at a loss for a moment.
Like the sea energy, his whole body was surging, and the rough and hard sand and gravel came over, and in a blink of an eye, there were more blood marks on his body.
At the same time.
The thousands of sharp swords also rose to the sky, pointing at the two immortal elders in the cloud.
"Not enough." The red-clothed woman stared at the Xuanji elder in the cloud, her eyes as cold as a sharp sword:
“Fen Ji, Cang Hai, Ju Que, Tan Lang, Xuan Ming, Xue Po, Wu Xiang…” She spoke the names of famous swords handed down from generation to generation over the past hundreds of years.
“I have been nurturing swords for hundreds of years, but I have never tried the frosty blade.”
“If I don’t draw my sword today, when will I draw it?”
Clang! Clang!
In the sword tomb, long metal boxes broke out of the ground, and dozens of famous swords from past dynasties were unsheathed one after another!
In the past, those martial artists would have been ecstatic, thinking that it was a great opportunity, but now that everyone was in danger, no one was surprised or shocked.
Under the command of the woman in red.
Famous swords from past dynasties soared into the sky over the past hundreds of years, and more than a thousand swords soared into the air, and the sword energy rushed straight into the sky.
The martial artists who tried their best to avoid the sandstorm could not help but have hope in their hearts.
Their martial arts were basically useless in front of the magic of Elder Qing Zhuo.
Perhaps this mysterious sword tomb could bring them a glimmer of hope?
Before, the blood river of the top warriors in the martial arts world could only make seven swords resonate.
But now, the fifty swords in the sword tomb are all unsheathed, which is different from the past.
The grand scene of thousands of swords flying in the air is enough to impress the martial artists in the martial arts world.
But in the eyes of Elder Qingzhuo and Elder Qingzhuo, it is...
"Your spiritual land is not bad." Elder Qingzhuo said lightly:
"The growth is so pleasing, I'm afraid it's not a wild fruit that grows and dies on its own, but it's intentional, right?"
Elder Xuanji smiled but said nothing.
This sword tomb is right next to the sect, how could the immortal sect not know about it?
"It's just that it was a casual move three or four hundred years ago, and it was not deliberately cultivated. It's not wrong to say that it's a wild fruit that grows and dies on its own." Elder Xuanji said.
"It's growing well, but..." Elder Qingzhuo shook his head:
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"This method of controlling the flying sword has been passed down in the immortal gate for thousands of years."
"These newly born little demons use the swordsmanship of mortals, which is really..."
Elder Qingzhuo just shook his head.
Just now, these mortal warriors with limited vision entered the villa and saw thousands of broken swords flying in the air, thinking that it was the method of the immortal sect.
Today, he will let these mortal warriors take a good look at what the immortal method is!
Although the elder Qingzhuo of the Da Dao Sect is not best at flying swords, he also has flying swords among the magic weapons in his hand.
At this time, he pointed casually, and a sword ball turned into a flying sword in the wind and broke through the air.
"One sword, a hundred swords, a thousand sword formation."
The flying sword turned from one to two, two to four... In a few breaths, a thousand flying swords turned into rainbow light.
Sword against sword!
Thousands of swords against thousands of swords!
For a while, thousands of rainbow lights intertwined in the sky and fell like rain.
Clang clang clang clang clang clang!
The clanging sound of metal clashing above their heads was as dense as a torrential rain.
The warriors looked up in amazement. They had never heard of such a scene before, and almost forgot to escape.
In the rain of swords
The red-dressed woman standing on the mountaintop gradually became bitter, and her face turned slightly pale.
If these thousand flying swords are soldiers, then she is the commander among the swords, the general.
The two waves of sword rains collided in the air, which can basically be regarded as her fighting with the Yuanying elder in the air.
Whoosh!
A flying sword fell like a sharp arrow, directly falling on the throat of the red-dressed woman.
At the critical moment, the flame-shaped Burning Sea Sword on the top of the mountain broke out of the ground with a clang, cutting the flying sword.
However, the red-dressed woman and the Burning Sea Sword shook at the same time and almost fell sideways.
"Don't hold on, why not think about your last words." Jian Zexian was quite calm.
"Explain your last words?" The red-dressed woman frowned and was furious at first.
But then there was only a faint sense of fatigue spreading.
The famous sword that martial artists regard as a treasure and fight to the death for is just a newborn demon in the eyes of immortal cultivators.
The mysterious sword tomb that has been passed down by word of mouth for hundreds of years among martial artists is just a magical place created by a chess move in the eyes of immortal cultivators...
The exiled sword immortal said faintly: "You are so secretive about your past now. You will die in the end, and no one will remember your mess."
The woman in red was silent.
She looked up at the two waves of sword rain intersecting in the sky, her eyes dim, and finally opened the conversation at this time:
"A long time ago, there was a young swordsmith with extraordinary skills. His family lived in the mountains and made a living by casting weapons and smelting copper."
"But one day, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, and the mountain collapsed. Almost the entire family was buried in it, and parents and relatives all died."
"According to today's saying, it is called a man-made disaster."
The immortal cultivators who have lived for three or four hundred years have not interfered too much in the affairs of the mortal world.
But the fight between two cultivators has brought disaster to the villages, towns and cities of mortals since ancient times.
Just like the rain from God, sometimes it rains, sometimes it doesn't, and there is no way to guess.
"The young swordsmith is determined to create a peerless sword and a sword that can kill immortals that does not exist in the world."
Jian Banxian listened silently without interrupting, but he didn't talk nonsense now.
"How easy is it to just forge the Immortal Sword? As time goes by, the swordsmith Tiexin layman has gradually improved his sword-making skills and has forged countless famous swords.
However, no matter what, he couldn't build the Immortal Killing Sword he wanted, and there was nothing he could do. And he gradually became stunned. "
"Later, he found out an ancient method of making swords from traveling Taoist priests."
"Human sacrifice." The woman in red said calmly:
"The Taoist priest said that if you want to make a sword that can cut iron like clay, you must first rely on the material, and secondly, the skill of the swordsmith."
"But if you want to forge a peerless sword, you have to follow the ancient method and sacrifice a human to the furnace."
"So his lover sacrificed his body to the furnace. From then on, there was a spiritual sword in the world, Burning the Sea."
"The so-called burning sea means burning the sky and boiling the sea. The sky is a sworn enemy, and the sea is a sea of blood and hatred."
"The Burning Sea Sword is a spiritual sword, far superior to ordinary iron, but it is not a real sword to kill immortals after all."
"In order to complete a sword to kill immortals, he later established the Sword Forging Villa.
In this small villa, many spiritual swords were later born.
But this is not enough.
Whether it's Burning Sea or anything else, it's not enough.
So he gave many of the swords he had forged throughout his life to the contemporary martial arts and kendo masters. "
"He said: Swords are made of iron, but they are named after people."
"In order to complete a sword of killing immortals, this is the price he is willing to pay."
The woman in red said quietly:
"And I was the price he paid."
"The words 'A sword is made of iron but is named after a person' are not wrong." The Sword Banished Immortal looked at the woman in red and said tentatively:
"If it hadn't experienced the ups and downs of the human world, the divine sword that speaks human words would never be able to turn into... a sword demon."
However, the woman in red shook her head.
"No, not enough, still not enough."
She raised her hand towards the sky, as if she wanted to grab it.
The sword shadows are like weaving, and the sword rain falls from the sky. Sharp whistling sounds came one after another.
"Manpower will eventually be exhausted."
"I have been praying for a sword to kill immortals all my life, but in the end I will never get it."
The female sword demon in red looked up into the sky, and with a clang of sword sounds, the sword Burning Sea roared out from the top of the mountain, pointing straight into the sky.
The Qianjian Lingkong just now has been shot down, and there are broken swords everywhere.
Now among the vast sword tombs, only this sword is left rising into the sky.
Elder Xuanji said that she was a good chess player, but how could she, who died because of this, forget what the mysterious wandering Taoist looked like?
The sword-banished immortal watched silently. Now he no longer said sarcastic words. He only felt that things hurt his own kind, and he felt a rare sense of sadness and loss.
"Zhu Xian? How easy is it to kill Xian?"
"Even when I tried my best to turn my remaining physical strength into a sword and fight side by side with my elder brother, I still couldn't kill Qingzhuo."
"But now there are two Nascent Soul cultivators here..." Halfway through Jian Banxian's words, the stone sword suddenly shook slightly.
"Lu Yanbei, why are you so dazed right now? Your brother is in danger right now. Shouldn't you rush forward in a hurry?" Qiao Mu casually asked Lu Yan, who was obviously distracted next to him, in a corner of the ruins of the villa. north.
"I just feel a little strange." Lu Yanbei said doubtfully:
"When did I ever join hands with my younger brother to fight against that pure and turbid thing----"
Lu Yanbei was halfway through speaking when he finally came to his senses and his face suddenly darkened.
"It's really him. This old boy has lost his mouth, but he's still as garrulous as ever."
The situation was clearly critical at this moment, but neither Qiao Mu nor Lu Yanbei seemed to be nervous, just like Qing Zhuo and Xuan Ji chatting in the clouds when they faced the warriors before.
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