When Xiao Yutang first entered the palace, he saw the plain appearance of Jiuli Mingxu Sword and the cracks all over his body like spider webs. He was a little disapproving at first: the so-called fairy sword turned out to be nothing more than that.
It's not as good as those divine swords or semi-divine swords passed down from ancient times in Tiancang Continent.
Only then did he realize that he had completely misjudged the truth: no matter how broken the fairy sword was, it would still be a fairy sword, and its mystery was beyond his imagination.
"Wan Qiu, why don't you give it a try?" Gongye Mingzhi did not expect Gongye Ruoyun and Xiao Yutang, so he quickly took the elixir to relieve the injury and said to Chi Wanqiu.
Chi Wanqiu glanced at Gongye Mingzhi strangely: Maybe Gu Qingxi is not too clear about his own strength, isn't Gongye Mingzhi not clear about it either?
Although my cultivation level is one level higher than his, but if I really want to take action, I'm not much better than him. He has fallen into this fate, how can he be any better if he takes action?
Could it be that he felt embarrassed after suffering a bad loss and wanted to drag himself down?
"No need, I got the same result when I went up." Chi Wanqiu shook his head and said decisively.
This bad old man is so bad that she won't be fooled.
"Since no one dares to come, then hurry up and get out as far as you can. From now on, don't bother me if you have nothing to do, and don't bother me if you have something to do." The young man waved his hands like shooing away flies and said to everyone.
Hearing this, Chi Wanqiu, Gongye Mingzhi, and Gongye Ruoyun all looked extremely ugly.
In the past, the sword spirit was imprisoned by the seal set by the ancestors. They could also find someone to repair the Jiuli Mingxu Sword. Even if they couldn't find anyone, they could rely on the blood weapon method to strengthen the sword body and maintain it for a longer period of time.
But now the seal can no longer suppress the sword spirit, and he wants to change the sword body. Naturally, they can't repair or strengthen the sword body, and they can only watch the Jiuli Mingxu Sword break bit by bit.
Judging from the fine cracks on the sword, it may not take long before the Jiuli Mingxu Sword will be completely destroyed. After nearly ten thousand years of peace, the Gongye clan will still be unable to escape the fate of annihilation.
Thinking of this, several people looked sad.
"If they don't come, let me try again." Just when Chi Wanqiu and others were desperate, Gu Qingxi suddenly said.
"You still haven't given up?" the young man said in surprise.
Gu Qingxi did not speak, but raised the sword again.
The sword, which was as cold as water, also had a crystal clear and mysterious halo, as if it was alive.
"What do you want to do? Are you crazy?" The young man's face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed almost subconsciously.
Chi Wanqiu and Gongye Mingzhi were also shocked: Yuan Shen, Gu Qingxi actually threw Yuan Shen directly into the long sword.
This is not the Yuanying that has been condensed into a physical form, but the Yuanshen. Doesn’t she know how fragile and dangerous it is for the Yuanshen to leave the body? She doesn’t know that once the Yuanshen is damaged, she will definitely lose her mind.
Or even become a walking zombie?
For a young strong man at the peak of his divine transformation, what is the difference between such a result and death?
Crazy! At this moment, even Chi Wanqiu and Gongye Mingzhi doubted whether Gu Qingxi was crazy.
Of course, Gu Qingxi is not crazy. Her Seven Meteor Swords are helpless with these thousands of sword intentions, and her cultivation in Gongye Mingzhi Fusion Realm is also helpless with these thousands of sword intentions. If she guessed correctly, she wants to break it
These sword intentions must be understood, otherwise it will be useless no matter how high your cultivation level is.
If her cultivation reaches the realm of overcoming tribulation or Mahayana, she may be able to find other ways to understand the sword's intention, but there is no way. She is only at the peak of divine transformation now, and has not even reached the fusion body.
The only way to understand these sword intentions is to directly sacrifice the soul.
"Qing Xi, don't! It's hard to violate destiny. The worst we can do is open the barrier on our own and go to Tianyuan Continent early to find a place to stay. We must not risk our lives?" Chi Wanqiu finally came back to his senses and turned to Gu Qing.
Xi shouted loudly.
But she didn't know that the reason why Gu Qingxi sacrificed her soul was not for the Gongye clan, at least most of the reasons had nothing to do with the Gongye clan.
What she wanted mainly was the method of refining the fairy sword.
Although she had memorized the "Nine Heavens Weapon Art" by heart, she could not condense the weapon fire with this weapon art. She also never understood how Gong Yeli, with his mediocre talent, could learn "The Art of Weaponry".
"Nine Heavenly Artifacts", and how to make the Jiuli Mingxu Sword.
Now it seems that all of this is probably related to these tens of millions of sword intentions.
With her qualifications and understanding, if she comprehends these sword intentions, can she also refine a fairy sword, or help Yafeng advance to another level and upgrade from a divine sword to a fairy sword?
Not to mention that she has two souls, even if she only has one, she will never miss this opportunity.
The spiritual power circulated, the figure floated up, and the sword in Gu Qingxi's hand was slashed again.
This sword is so slow, and apart from the soul, there is not even a trace of spiritual power in it, but it feels so heavy, and so resolute and unrepentant.
"Boom!" Gu Qingxi's eyes suddenly dimmed, and a loud sound like a stormy wave crashing on the shore sounded in his mind.
Then, the light returned.
In front of you, a waterfall as high as a thousand feet pours down from the straight steep wall. The water splashes among the rocks, the clouds and mist evaporate, and colorful rainbows are reflected in the sunlight.
What kind of place is this? Gu Qingxi looked around blankly and found that the surrounding scenery was extremely beautiful, like a fairyland on earth. But judging from the vegetation growing in the mountains, it did not look like any of the continents of Tianyuan, Tiancang, and Yuanzhen.
After thinking for a while, Gu Qingxi quickly realized: This should be the birthplace of a certain sword intention. His soul entered the world of sword intention.
Withdrawing her gaze, Gu Qingxi looked towards the waterfall again.
A bare-chested, tall, rough-faced middle-aged man was standing under the waterfall, waving his sword over and over again.
The waterfall hit him with a tremendous force, but his legs were always firmly nailed to the bluestone under his feet, and his body did not sway. The hand holding the sword hilt did not tremble at all.
One sword, two swords, three swords... time seemed to have stopped, but the man's movement of swinging the sword did not stop.
Gu Qingxi watched him from a distance, watching him swing a hundred swords, a thousand swords, and ten thousand swords.
Suddenly, the man looked up to the sky and roared, and swung his sword again.
The loud rumbling sound suddenly disappeared, and the huge waterfall was cut backwards by this sword. It took several breaths before it poured down again.
What a powerful force, what a terrifying sword power! Gu Qingxi was shocked.
With her strength in the Mahayana realm in her previous life, she could have used such a sword, but with her current strength at the peak of divine transformation, she was unable to do so.
And this man's cultivation level, if she read it correctly, was only in the middle stage of divine transformation at most, which was far behind hers.
Gu Qingxi couldn't even believe that a monk in the middle stage of becoming a god could actually use such a domineering sword.
Just when she was in awe, the middle-aged man flew up and came ten feet away from her, pointing his long sword in the distance.
Does this mean you are challenging me? Of course Gu Qingxi would not back down. She took a deep breath and held the hilt of the sword.