Chapter 1087 The Sword of the Gods Should Not Be Covered in Dust (13)
In Du Yun's eyes.
The winner is king, and only the sword that stands at the highest peak is qualified to be passed down.
The sword along the way is just a passerby.
Where is Ye Qiubai?
Ye Qiubai had no such thoughts.
A sword is a sword.
No matter good or bad, no matter strong or weak, no matter what the material difference is. That is also a sword.
Sword cultivation, sword cultivation, sword cultivation first, then cultivation.
Each sword represents a sword cultivator's mental journey and path to spiritual cultivation.
This can no longer be summed up by just a sword.
In Ye Qiubai's heart, both the Dark Demon Sword and the Nine-foot Starfall Sword are a part of his life.
On the contrary, the same is true for the broken sword in the sword tomb.
But, are all these broken swords made by a sword cultivator?
Ye Qiubai stroked the hilts of the swords with his fingers, thinking with shock in his eyes. If these broken swords all come from the same owner.
So how rich must his experience be? What level of swordsmanship should it reach?
When standing outside the stone monument, the sword energy burst out from the recognition of the remaining soul.
This made Ye Qiubai, who had reached the realm of Sword God, feel so majestic and unable to resist!
This is just a burst of remnant soul, if it is in its heyday. To what extent should it be achieved?
When Du Yun had climbed to the top of the sword tomb, Ye Qiubai was sitting cross-legged in the center of a broken sword.
Du Yun lowered his head and glanced at Ye Qiubai, frowning slightly.
"You want to conquer these lowest level swords? How will it improve your own realm?"
But when I thought it had nothing to do with me anyway, I stopped paying attention to it. Instead, he stared at the only broken sword at his feet. He held his hand.
There doesn't look like anything strange about this broken sword.
But there are lines of gold threads on the hilt of the sword. On the golden thread pattern, there is faint sword energy flowing.
When Du Yun held his hand on the hilt of the sword, the wisps of sword energy were like needles, coming out of the hilt and piercing Du Yun's palm!
Du Yun instantly picked up his palm and frowned slightly.
But this also aroused the arrogance in his heart.
Is there any sword in this world that Du Yun cannot conquer?
The harder it is to conquer, the more Du Yun values this sword.
The easier it was to conquer, the less interested Du Yun became.
Everyone watched this scene.
Jiang Qingluan asked: "That person has already reached the top, why is Ye Qiubai still at the bottom? If the other party is the first to conquer the inheritance, wouldn't he be making wedding clothes for the other party?"
Speaking of this, Jiang Qingluan looked at Mu Ziqing again and said anxiously: "Zi Qing, why don't you remind him?"
Mu Ziqing smiled, her eyes full of tenderness, looked at Ye Qiubai and said slowly: "He is a sword cultivator, so he naturally has his own plans."
Song Xiao was also smiling at the side and said: "A sword cultivator who can step into the realm of the Sword God in the realm of the God King does not need the guidance of outsiders like us in this kind of sword inheritance."
"If Ye Qiubai still doesn't understand this, then none of us here understands the art of swordsmanship."
Hongying and others also raised their heads and looked at Ye Qiubai quietly.
They didn't have any worries about Ye Qiubai.
Even if this Du Yun is the genius of the number one kendo force in the high latitude realm...
After all, in their eyes, it has not yet appeared that someone with swordsmanship talent can surpass Ye Qiubai.
Just as they thought.
Hunyuan Sword Body, as long as you have this physique, you are a natural swordsman.
This also allowed Ye Qiubai to clearly perceive the traces of time, lines, and... the emotion of the sword on each sword.
When Ye Qiubai sat cross-legged in the center of this broken sword, feeling these mournful cries, he gradually became infatuated.
After becoming obsessed, Ye Qiubai's senses began to amplify infinitely!
The consciousness seems to have entered a battlefield.
In this battlefield, a man in white clothes was suspended in mid-air, standing proudly!
Although there were countless corpses around him, the white robe and the edge of the man's sword were not stained with any blood.
The man holds a sword in one hand and holds a sword box taller than a man in the other.
The sword in his hand has golden lines on the hilt. It seems to be the broken sword at the top of the mountain.
In front of him, there was an evil man with wings on his back, horns on his head, and red eyes.
I saw the corners of the evil man's mouth slightly raised, and his wings behind him flapping slightly.
In an instant, a black gust of wind swept across the entire world!
At the same time, the man's figure also disappeared from the spot in an instant.
In the next breath, he had already appeared in front of the man, and his palm appeared on the man's neck like a ghost!
But when I was holding the cage, I got nothing.
This is an illusion!
Behind him, the sword intent soared into the sky!
The man flicked the sword case with his finger.
Suddenly, there was a sword in the sword box soaring into the sky, turning into little streams of light and flying towards the evil man!
This sword was like meteors all over the sky, slashing at the evil man densely.
When the man saw this scene, he showed no expression. He looked at the sword calmly and punched out with both fists at the same time!
I saw two huge fist seals, like an earth-shaking force, hitting the sword!
Click, click, click!
This sword with monstrous sword intent has no ability to fight against these two huge fist seals.
The shattering sword body broke!
Swords slashed at the fist marks one after another, breaking like moths to a flame, but they continued to fall one after another without any pause!
The man in white saw this scene, and he also had a death wish in his eyes!
The two wings of the sword box in his hand were completely spread out!
Thousands of swords slashed out, but still could not break the fist mark.
They could only turn into broken swords and fall powerlessly.
"That's all?" The evil man laughed a few times.
However, after the thousands of flying swords, the man in white suddenly appeared holding a three-foot green sword.
The sword intent and swordsmanship were all integrated into the sword in his hand.
His expression was cold and his eyes were firm.
He slashed at the two fist marks with a sword!
When the sword was out, the wind and clouds changed.
The leaked sword intent seemed to shatter the sky!
The two fist marks were also split into two in the unbelievable eyes of the evil man!
Puff!
The sword light was not offset by the fist mark, but passed through his chest!
A horrifying bloody hole opened from the chest.
At the same time, the body of the man in white became more and more illusory.
The sword in his hand also broke inch by inch.
This is a sword that burns everything.
Not only does it burn out the body's functions, but it also burns out the life of the sword in his hand...
The evil man saw this and looked solemn, "You have reached this point at this age. Fortunately, you are dead. In the future, I am afraid that I may not be your opponent."
After that, the evil man left.
The sword of the man in white also fell on the hill below.
Forming a sword tomb.
Watching these scenes.
Ye Qiubai was shocked.
He understood that he had misunderstood before.
The wailing emitted by these swords was not because they were broken.
Instead, they felt sad because they could no longer fight in the future, could no longer kill evil demons, and could only indulge in this sword tomb!
Thinking of this.
Ye Qiubai stood up and stroked these swords gently, with a firm look in his eyes, just like the man in white!
"Since you are still unwilling, are you willing to join me in slaying those evil demons?"
For a moment, the entire sword tomb, except for the top sword, began to tremble!
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PS: There are two more chapters.