Chapter 874

"What should we do? Canjian has fallen into the trap..." Nangong Fangzheng said anxiously.

"No way, everything depends on Canjian himself!" Li Tian shook his head.

Not to mention, this battle was carried out in the secret realm, and they could not intervene at all. Even if it was a battle in front of them, they did not dare to disrupt the Middle-earth Theory at will, otherwise, it would cause the emperor's wrath, and it would not be a Canjian who could solve it...

"I still have some understanding of sword cultivation..."

"As the saying goes, there is no construction without destruction!"

"If Canjian can survive this disaster, it will be like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. His future may be comparable to or even surpass that of the Saint Son and Saint Daughter..."

"If he can't survive... then he is useless. He can only be a sword cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul in this life!" Ximen Wuhen said lightly.

"No destruction, no establishment. It's easy to say... Many sword cultivators understand this, but how many dare to do it?"

"It is recorded in the classics that 3,200 years ago, our Shura Demon Sect had a peerless sword cultivator. Not only was his swordsmanship amazing, but his cultivation was also that of a late-stage great cultivator."

"But because he could not enter the realm of transformation, he finally chose to break his sword heart, hoping to break and then establish, and use further sword intentions to drive his cultivation, so as to advance to the realm of transformation..."

"But what was the result?"

"After his sword heart was broken, he never used the sword again, and then he passed away in just over 200 years. At that time, he was less than a thousand years old!" Nangong Fangzheng said anxiously.

The life span of the Nascent Soul Stage is a thousand years, but the great cultivators can usually live longer. With some auxiliary life-extending items, they can usually live to 1,200 years old, or even 1,300 or 1,400 years old...

This peerless sword cultivator died before he was even a thousand years old, which shows how much impact the broken sword heart had on him...

"What do you have in mind?"

"Enter the secret realm and rescue the broken sword?" Ximen Wuhen said.

"If I had that ability..." Nangong Fangzheng said unhappily...

Break the Royal Secret Realm?

Ordinary Divine Transformation cultivators are afraid that they can't do it, let alone him...

"That's it..."

"When discussing the Dao in the Middle Earth, the righteous and the evil meet, which time there are no accidents?"

"This is normal, and you don't need to care so much!"

"Whether it is a blessing or a curse, it all depends on his own destiny!" Ximen Wuhen said.

"Alas..." Nangong Fangzheng could only sigh softly after hearing this...

To be honest, he is still quite optimistic about the broken sword!

In the secret realm, on the ring!

This time, Cai Ming showed his true ability. He also used a flying sword, but he was not a sword cultivator. He also used a mother-and-child sword, one mother and three children, equivalent to four flying swords.

Although he did not have the sword power of Canjian, he relied on the magic weapon of one master and three children to fight Canjian on equal terms.

"This Cai Ming's strength is not as strong as he boasted. Canjian's strength is not inferior to the opponent at all!"

Under the ring, Li Yuanyuan said.

"Different!"

Chen Changsheng and Bingfeng shook their heads at the same time.

"Yuanyuan, Canjian is a sword cultivator, and his strength is all on the sword, while Cai Ming has only taken out a mother-and-child sword now. He must have other treasures or back-up moves!" Feng Cuiping explained.

"The Holy Son is right. Cai Ming still has reservations, but Canjian has almost taken out all his skills!"

"And... Canjian's aura is weaker than that of Cai Ming..." Bingfeng nodded.

"This, what can we do?" Li Yuanyuan said.

"He can only rely on himself!" Bingfeng shook his head.

"Let him admit defeat?" Li Yuanyuan said.

"No, in this case, Canjian can't really admit defeat..." Bingfeng smiled bitterly.

Canjian is a sword cultivator, and he is always going forward. In his current state, he is not completely helpless. He can lose, but he can't admit defeat directly. With his personality, that is impossible.

"Canjian, just now I saw that your Shura Demon Sect was so aggressive, and your strength is just average. I am not a sword cultivator, but I can fight you on equal terms with the sword in my hand..."

"What's the use of your sword intent?"

During the battle, Cai Ming teased the other party with words.

"Looking for death!"

"Zangtian!"

Canjian's eyes gradually began to turn red. He could not control his emotions. His rhythm was completely controlled by the opponent, and he used a big move that he had not yet fully mastered...

Under the burial of the sky, Canjian's flying sword emitted endless black light, which quickly condensed into a black dragon in the air. The black dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the flying sword directly, and then a horn grew on the black dragon's head...

"Roar..."

The black dragon howled to the sky, and then spit out a dragon breath fiercely towards Cai Ming's position.

Of course, this is not the real dragon breath, but the sword energy condensed from the black dragon's mouth...

"Golden rope, tie it up for me!"

Cai Ming waved his hand casually, and the bronze bell appeared again, directly covering his head, blocking the sword energy for him, and then pointed his hand casually, and a golden rope soared into the sky, directly tying up the black dragon...

"Roar..."

The black dragon struggled violently in the air, but the golden rope remained motionless, and directly twisted the black dragon into a twist!

Then, the black dragon disintegrated, leaving only a flying sword in the air. The golden rope lost the target of the black dragon and directly tied up the black sword, which then fell into Cai Ming's hands...

"Puff..."

The spell was broken, the flying sword was taken away, and Canjian spit out a mouthful of old blood...

"I heard that you Shura Demon Sect likes to steal other people's magic weapons?"

"Then how about I rob your Shura Demon Sect once?"

"Or...you said in public that the Shura Demon Sect is incompetent...I will give you this top-level flying sword...how about that?" Cai Ming said leisurely.

"You...are going too far!" Canjian covered his chest, wishing he could kill Cai Ming with his eyes...

"Haha, where did you get that?"

"Seriously...my suggestion, do you want to consider it?"

"This is a top-level flying sword, and the quality is very good. You have already lost, and your sword heart is damaged. It will be difficult for you to make further progress in the future!"

"Under such circumstances, it is impossible for the sect to give you another top-level flying sword!"

"Just one sentence, in exchange for a top-level flying sword, it's a good deal!" Cai Ming said, playing with the flying sword in his hand.

"You are so cruel!"

"I give up..."

Canjian closed his eyes gently, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, and then he vaporized it instantly...

"Number 7, Cai Ming of Tiandao Sect, wins!"

"Number 9 and 10, get ready!"

Princess Fengxian announced calmly.

"Canjian!"

"Canjian!"

"..."

Li Yuanyuan, Bingfeng and others rushed to help Canjian...

"I'm fine, I'm not injured, there's no need to do this..."

"I'm sorry, Saint Son, Saint Daughter, Senior Brother Bingfeng, I...I lost...I've brought shame to Shura Demon Sect..." Canjian said sadly.

His body was not injured!

But his sword heart...was damaged...

This is ten times, a hundred times more troublesome than physical injury...