Chapter 817 Sword Repair. (Add Updates for the Lord of the Book Sword Drifting 2020, 1/3)

Chapter 817 Sword repair. (Add more updates for the lord of the book sword drifting 2020, 13)

Ning Wuye has a special physique, he is born with a sword body, and when he was born, he was gifted with thousands of swords.

In the words of his master, he is a natural swordsman.

Entering the sword sect at a young age, he was trained by the top sword cultivator sect in the panya world.

Jianzong is a well-known decent sect, who trains disciples, pays attention to treating each other with sincerity, and guides them with heart. He will not deliberately give training, but in the long-term teaching of words and deeds, he will gradually infiltrate the minds and dispositions of the younger generation.

Cultivators have a long lifespan, so they don't need to seize the day like ordinary people.

Moreover, Jianzong is one of the top sects in the Panya world. They have enough strength to ensure that even if their successors are tricked for a while, or take a detour, they still have the capital and time to regain their strength.

Ning Wuye's mind is pure, and he has nothing else to think about except practicing and discussing the Tao. From joining the Sword Sect, step by step to the position of Sword Master, it can be said that the wind is smooth and the water is flowing.

Before today, he had never had any setbacks, one person and one sword, going forward indomitably, invincible!

And this time...

Ning Wuye used to concentrate on cultivation and never accepted disciples.

He is the sword son of Jianzong, with a transcendent status. Whether it is because of his arrogance, strict requirements on his successors, or because of his special status, he can't just give in. In short, Ye Hui is the first disciple he personally taught. .

Although it is far from being a direct disciple, at most it is only a registered disciple, but it is the first time that Ning Wuye is a teacher.

He had no experience with his apprentice, and he felt pity for this disciple's miserable life experience, so he completely copied what his master did when he was a disciple.

How Master treated him, guided him, and protected him back then, he treated Ye Hui.

At this moment, feeling the dilapidation and decay of the physical body, all kinds of past events came to mind.

It suddenly occurred to him that when he once fought against an elder of the Demon Sect, the other party once said: "Your false sect, you have a high-sounding appearance, and you are kind to your disciples. In fact, the road to longevity is long, and it is normal to walk alone. You love her so much, but this method is actually used to bind you firmly."

"The so-called Jianzi is nothing more than a thug of Jianzong."

"Your sword heart will never be free!"

"You will never be able to touch the real 'Tao'."

"The true meaning of the Dao is the law, and it does not change because of human and physical strength, so how can it be comprehended by a so-called sword cultivator who is born with a sword body but is willing to be bound?"

Ning Wuye never took these words to heart, that elder is from Wushi Villa, and Wushi Villa is selfish, regards the present world as a game, and everything in the world is like a dog. The depth of demon nature has always been known to the four major demon sects, and the five righteous sects have always sneered at such words that confuse black and white and sow discord.

But right now, these words were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart hard.

Demons strike!

After a short period of confusion, Ning Wuye's heart gradually turned cold, but his eyes calmed down.

At this time, Ye Hui glanced at Ning Wuye, and then casually ordered: "Kill this one too, it's useless to keep it."

Hearing this, the man who killed the jailer just now nodded his head and said, "I will follow the order of the leader!"

Immediately afterwards, he strode up to Ning Wuye's side and patted it down!

The palm wind roared, mixed with bloody and fierce aura, and there was also a wisp of gray-black corpse aura contained in it, Chaoning Wuye fell head-on!

Ning Wuye looked at this scene coldly, and with his knowledge, he recognized at a glance that this palm not only came from the technique he taught, but also had been modified. The opponent absorbed the blood and corpse energy of living beings to achieve Instant results.

Ascending Immortals Association, what a Ascension Immortals Association!

The palm wind was approaching, but there was no trace of fear in Ning Wuye's eyes.

Today is the day of his fall?

No!

He is an innate sword body, born with thousands of swords coming to court, a natural sword repairer!

A mere mortal in a dream, who just stole some of his teachings and didn't even touch the true inheritance of the Han An Sword Sect, is he worthy of killing him? !

At this moment, the disciple's betrayal, the disappointment in his heart, the reluctance to give up the sect, the unwillingness to fall into such a situation, the disgust for the Ascension of Immortals, the intrusion of demons... all kinds of feelings gathered in his heart, In the end, it turned into pure killing intent!

Bitter, chilling, and tyranny that has never appeared in his breath before!

Ning Wuye had a sword-like aura rising from his body. At this moment, he felt that his swordsmanship seemed to have entered a field that he had never touched, and broke through the seal of his power in the dream for a while!

In an instant, the sword intent roared like its essence, showing its sharpness, sweeping across the entire water prison with a flick of a finger!

Let you have thousands of spells and countless supernatural powers. I am a swordsman, and I can break ten thousand spells with just one sword!

Ye Hui's complexion suddenly changed, and his body moved immediately. When there was no time to move, he pulled the subordinate who had just shot to block behind him, and immediately escaped from the prison without looking back.

And the rest of the people, including the senior members of the Ascension Society that Ye Hui used as a shield, had no time to react. Before the sword intent arrived, they all let out a mournful wail, scales emerged, sharp claws grew, and began A rapid distortion!

Layers of sticky moss quickly grew out of the entire water prison, and the gnats, centipedes, and slugs on the walls squirmed wildly, and then rapidly expanded. The mouthparts were densely packed with sharp teeth, and the dripping saliva immediately corroded the masonry.

Circles of water ripples appeared in the turbid stagnant water, and then rolled as if boiling, and strange-shaped creatures caught a glimpse of them.

Click, click, click...

This water prison built underground is to prevent prisoners from escaping, and also to prevent outsiders from robbing the prison. The four walls are built of bluestones with a thickness of one foot, and iron juice is poured between the gaps. It is not an exaggeration to say that the walls are copper and iron.

However, at this moment, the sword intent was mighty, and it had no intention of targeting it, but it had already caused spider web-like cracks to appear in all directions.

"Roar..." The senior members of the Ascending Immortal Society were completely distorted, and they roared with unknown meaning, and the sword intent swept across them, chopping them into dozens of pieces in an instant.

However, the corpses scattered all over the ground continued to squirm, and then turned into smaller and weirder monsters.

Soon, the erupting sword intent began to weaken rapidly, and the power of the nightmare seemed to flow continuously, sealing Ning Wuye's power again.

Wow...

The iron frame and shackles were eroded by the sword intent, shattered into particles, and fell down one after another.

The body finally regained its freedom. Ning Wuye staggered to his feet. He looked at the water prison densely packed with evil and depraved auras, but he didn't dare to get close to his deformed monster. Without any delay, he dragged his heavy body and walked towards the prison step by step. go outside.

At this moment, all the monsters quickly gathered together like flowing water, merging into a tall meat mountain.

It lowered its head, with seventeen or eighteen eyes scattered all over its body, all staring straight at Ning Wuye's back, as if the voices of countless people talking at the same time, it rumbled: "I thought you were going to die, you are worthy of being a member of the Nine Great Sects!" Pass on the mantle!"