Chapter 1031 Near Emperor Seventeen

Chapter 1031 The Seventeenth Emperor...

Three-pointed two-edged sword...

Yang Yu stopped and looked, his eyes slightly focused.

But he saw that his appearance was handsome and majestic, his body was slender and powerful, his eyes were spiritual and deep.

Among the men and women he has seen in his life, in terms of body shape and appearance, he may only be comparable to his own younger brother.

But compared to the immatureness of his own younger brother, this one is still better than him. He is like a sharp edge that has been sheathed after being tempered for thousands of times.

Swish, swish, swish~

Inside the temple gate, the young man in white robe concentrated his whole heart on sharpening the knife, without even the slightest breath leaking out, and it seemed as if he didn't know who was coming from outside.

'Before the God of Justice became enlightened...'

Yang Yu's eyes were dim.

Just looking from a distance, he felt a slight chill all over his body, as if there was an invisible sharp energy reaching his soul.

The white-robed young man in front of him was Shang Jiuyao, but he brought him a terrifying oppression that was no less than that of the Lion God King!

Huhu~

Inside the temple gate, the young man in white was quietly sharpening his knife, completely forgetting himself. Outside the temple gate, Yang Yu stood with his knife in hand, watching intently.

At first, he only saw this Jingxin sharpener, but as time passed and his spirits gathered, he gradually saw something unusual.

This is by no means sharpening a knife in the ordinary sense, but an extremely sophisticated method of raising and refining a knife.

Every time the young man wiped the blade, the three-pointed two-edged sword made a slight and pleasant trembling sound.

Under the smooth, mirror-like blade, extremely complex divine patterns intertwined and flowed, constantly deriving new patterns to replace the old ones.

"Zheng!"

At a certain moment, there seemed to be a slight trembling of a sword, and Yang Yu instantly exited from that mysterious state. Inside the temple gate, the young man in white robe raised his eyebrows:

"After seventeen days of watching, what did you find?"

"Transformation."

Yang Yu gathered his thoughts and was quite amazed:

"Sharpen the knife, raise the knife, and refine the knife. Over time, the knife can transform and even become psychic."

Magic weapons and weapons are not just refined, they require an extremely long period of nurturing and sacrificial refining in order to develop their due power and grow.

But the sword-sharpening skills of the young man in white robe are obviously extraordinary.

"Every day is new, every month is new. Today is better than yesterday, and tomorrow is better than today. A sword is like a man, if you don't advance, you will retreat."

The young man in white robe sat cross-legged with a knife across his knees:

"In the past sixty years, you have been in and out of this place six hundred and seventy-three times. Each time is different. Every time you make progress,

Although he is not good at heeling, he is still qualified to pass on my sword..."

Zheng~!

As the young man in white robe spoke, he pointed at the sword, and immediately the sound of the sword rose into the sky, filling the void and occupying everything:

"I have ten knives here. Take as many as you can..."

boom!

The moment he caught a glimpse of the shadow of the sword, there was no longer anything other than the light of the sword within Yang Yu's perception.

This knife seemed to come from the end of the cold and silent world, roaring like thunder, cutting through the silence and darkness, and exploding the haze of chaos.

This is……

"Daoyi, Nine Thunder Saber!"

In a daze, Yang Yu felt that the light of the sword was like thunder, just like the Nine Heavens Thunder God blasting the Creation God Thunder a long time ago.

But in less than a ten thousandth of an instant, Yang Yu had come to his senses, but he refused to advance or retreat, and even held down the violently surging two-edged sword.

What he came here to do was to inherit the three-pointed two-edged sword, not to challenge anyone.

More importantly, there is no killing intention in this sword light, it is just the sword of teaching...

Therefore, even though the sword light fell like thunder, he still stood still and allowed the sword light to come along with the severe pain.

puff!

The next moment, the sword light disappeared.

"What a mouthful of Nine Thunder Blades!"

Yang Yu gently pressed his eyebrows and sighed in admiration, then his body and clothes were completely destroyed, and were blown away by the wind like ashes.

"What a magical power!"

The white-clothed Taoist also praised, and pointed at the blade of the sword. Bloody light rolled up into the sky, cutting straight into the void somewhere:

"Sword Two, the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword!"

…

boom!

The roar shook the sky, and the dazzling sword light even spread from outside the temple to the entire illusion.

The old ape in the deep valley of Taoshan scratched the corners of his eyes. Taoist Yang in the small town raised his head and looked up. He saw the light of the rolling hob like a waterfall, splitting the illusion.

A giant white-tusked elephant shimmering with lightning stamped its feet and hissed, but it was still chopped open by a knife and turned into powder.

"puff!"

The void shook, and Yang Yu staggered out. Severe pain filled his mind, but his eyes were still getting brighter:

"The eighth knife!"

Staggering, Yang Yu sat down and suppressed his desire to draw his sword to fight back and evade with his strong will.

"You have mastered the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills, good, good, good!"

Inside the temple gate, the young man in white robe finally stood up. This time, he did not flick the knife again.

Instead, he mentioned the three-pointed two-edged knife:

"Knife Nine, a three-pointed, two-edged sword!"

Buzz!

Without thinking, Yang Yu had already used his ever-changing body to trigger various changes in the Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques.

hold head high!

In an instant, Buddha's light rose into the sky like a tide.

In the midst of the brilliant thunder, a giant elephant galloped out of nothingness. A Buddha with great divine majesty sat on the back of the giant elephant, making seals with his hands.

At this moment, Yang Yu had no reservations.

The killing method of the young man in front of him was outrageous. So far, the only person he had seen could compare to that demon boy.

Even with Jiu Yao's body, even with the teaching knife, he was forced to use all his methods.

Including the Great Sun Tathagata Transformation that was somewhat taboo after he first used it...

laugh!

The sword slashed down, and the illusion was shattered.

In the misty light, the young man in white robe stood with his sword, and disappeared after a long time.

"Puff!"

In the room, Yang Yu opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood. The blood fell to the ground and instantly turned into countless light spots scattered in the void.

At this moment, he stopped thinking about splitting his clones and scattering them. He didn't care about the pain of his soul being torn apart. He concentrated again and digested the nine knives he had suffered.

After a long time, he finally exhaled a breath of turbid air, his chest heaving slowed down, and his mood calmed down.

"This knife..."

Yang Yu subconsciously pressed his eyebrows, and his expression was exhausted, but he couldn't hide his amazement.

Compared with the knife in Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace, this knife seemed very immature, and the various magical powers and true form diagrams in it had not yet been integrated into one.

But with one knife, not only was his eight-nine mysterious skills broken, but his ever-changing body was also destroyed.

In other words, if he really took the sword, even if he transformed into 100,000 incarnations, he would probably be killed by a single sword!

"As expected of the first war god of the ancient heaven, the first person of the Nine Extremes..."

Yang Yu pressed his eyebrows, his eyes closed tightly, as if he opened them, the terrifying sword light would descend again:

"He is too strong..."

After being amazed, Yang Yu could not help but feel doubtful.

The white-robed boy in the illusion had not even achieved the Eight Extremes, and was far from being the first of the Nine Extremes War Gods who later shook the world.

But the mystery contained in his sword light had reached an incredible level...

At the last moment, he transformed into the Dharma image of the Great Sun Tathagata, and his mind rose to a height far beyond his current realm.

Therefore, he truly felt the terrifying and terrible sword skills of his people.

His nine swords were extremely mysterious. In them, he felt life and death, yin and yang, creation, light and darkness, disaster, cause and effect, killing, order...

It seemed to have exceeded the magical powers he knew, beyond the scope of great magical powers...

"Is this really the sword method he developed when he was nine-shining?!"

Take a deep breath, Yang Yu forced himself not to think about the brilliant divine sword, and the slight anxiety in his heart seemed to be cut off at the same time.

In the dark room, Yang Yu sat quietly for a long time before looking back at the sea of ​​​​heart.

The gluttony cauldron was dark, and all the ingredients lost their light, and the three-pointed two-edged sword ingredient also completely dimmed.

"It's a pity, just a little bit short, and you can see the tenth sword..."

Yang Yu felt a little regretful, but only a little.

The strength of these nine swords almost took away his mind. For a moment, he even felt that he should not practice any other magical martial arts. After learning these nine swords, he would be able to dominate the heavens.

If I really saw the tenth sword that was likely to integrate the essence of the nine swords, I was afraid...

"When I digest the mysteries of the nine swords, I might have a chance to try the tenth sword..."

Although the ingredients for the three-pointed two-edged sword disappeared, the recipe transformed by Zhou Jue Yin Tian Gong was still there.

"Sleep, sleep!"

Yang Yu was exhausted. The seventeen days of refining were much more tiring than his thirty years of seclusion.

So much so that he didn't even bother to check the results of this refining of ingredients, and fell asleep.

Woo~

Not long after he fell asleep, there seemed to be a faint sound of a sword, and the two-edged sword kept trembling and humming.

It came out of the sheath half a foot silently, and soon, there seemed to be a shallow breathing sound overlapping with Yang Yu's long breathing.

"Huh!"

"Inhale!"

...

...

Huh!

The cold wind whistled in the mountains, and it seemed that pieces of flying snow were falling, and a layer of white frost soon covered the city of Qianshan.

In a small courtyard somewhere, Gu Shentong appeared silently, with a very ugly face.

He failed to escape again.

Since the Lion God King attacked for more than a year, the Wanshi Mountains have become a forbidden area, almost impossible to enter and exit.

"Trouble..."

Gu Shentong looked very bad.

Another year passed, and the Juyun Golden Pagoda has not yet opened, but he can only wait, because at this moment, even if he wants to be promoted to Jiuyao, it is impossible.

After the chaos, almost all the masters of Wanshi Tianzong are haunted by evil spirits. If he breaks through here...

Just thinking about it, Gu Shentong couldn't help but shudder.

"Wait! Wait to death!"

Gu Shentong looked wooden, and casually found a safe place and closed himself off again.

The moment his mind connected to the Wanxian Atlas, he had already seen the Juyun Golden List in the bright yellow light.

"He is still the top ten..."

Looking at the first on the golden list, Gu Shentong really didn't know how to describe his feelings.

He simply couldn't imagine how a Ten Capital Lord could be so powerful and unbelievable!

And what's even more terrifying than this is his progress!

A year ago, when he came out of retreat, he was already ranked 19th on the Near Emperor List, and now, a year later...

"Near Emperor 17!"

A cold voice came from the void behind the Great Sun Golden Palace.

Jiu Tian Sha Tong sat cross-legged in the Wanfa Building, holding a martial arts secret book that he had obtained decades ago, with a terrifying light flashing in his eyes.

"Open the way before the disaster..."

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