Tianchi suddenly exploded, water splashed everywhere, and immediately, a dark wooden box flew out from Tianchi and hung in the air.
The wooden box is about five feet long and more than one foot wide. The surface of the box is simple and mottled, and it is full of a taste of vicissitudes of life.
"Master, is there a treasure inside the box?" Ye Qiu asked.
Ziyang Tianzun nodded, "Exactly."
"Father finally got it." Ye Qiu was a little happy.
Ye Wushuang reached out to touch the wooden box, but at this moment, a bright light rushed out from the top of the wooden box.
That was a sword light!
The sword light was so intense that even the sunlight seemed to dim in front of it.
After the sword light appeared, it struck directly at Ye Wushuang.
"Father, be careful." Ye Qiu reminded loudly.
"Hmph!" Ye Wushuang snorted coldly and swung the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword directly towards the sword light.
As soon as the two sides collided, Ye Wushuang flew away as if struck by lightning, vomiting blood.
"boom!"
Ye Wushuang fell a hundred meters away and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Before he could get up, suddenly, a sharp sword whistle sounded.
"Zhengzhengzheng——"
Ye Wushuang raised his eyes and saw countless sword lights rushing out from the wooden box, as if a hundred thousand heavenly swords were roaring in unison, emitting a soul-stirring light that seemed capable of slaying the sky and destroying the earth.
"What, there's still a test?"
Ye Wushuang was shocked and angry.
He had been besieged by sword energy for so long before, thinking he could get the treasure, but he didn't expect that he would encounter something like this again.
"Even though the sword's intent is terrifying, it cannot be controlled by a living person after all. I want to see what you can do to me?"
Ye Wushuang stood up from the ground and circulated his Qi. Suddenly, the blood in his body surged, a thunderous sound erupted, and his injuries recovered instantly.
"Whoosh!"
After Ye Wushuang recovered from his injuries, he rushed towards the wooden box with his sword in hand.
"boom!"
The sword intent emanating from the wooden box struck Ye Wushuang overwhelmingly. The sword lights were sharp and powerful, terrifying to the extreme.
Ye Wushuang was completely fearless and kept swinging his sword towards the sword energy. However, those sword energy were so terrifying that they knocked Ye Wushuang away again.
Later, Ye Wushuang tried several times but could not get close to the wooden box, which made him realize that forcing his way in was not an option.
"It's hard to imagine that the founder of the Holy Land of Taichu has been dead for so long, and his sword still has such strong sword intent. One can only imagine how strong the founder of the Holy Land of Taichu was back then."
"If he could survive until now, I'm afraid he would have become an emperor long ago."
"What should I do to get the wooden box?"
Ye Wushuang stood there and pondered.
He no longer planned to force his way in, because the sword energy on the wooden box seemed endless and endless.
Ziyang Tianzun reminded, "Wushuang, forcing your way in is not the way to go. If you want to get this treasure, you must arouse its resonance."
"And the way to resonate is to understand these sword intentions."
"You have extraordinary talents and high attainments in swordsmanship. I believe this will not be a problem for you."
Ye Wushuang's eyes lit up.
"I understand, thank you Master for your guidance." After Ye Wushuang finished speaking, he put away the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, then stepped forward and cautiously approached the wooden box.
At the same time, he put away his fighting spirit and aura.
Ye Wushuang kept walking forward, getting closer and closer to the wooden box, but surprisingly, this time he was not attacked by the sword.
Those sword intentions surrounded the wooden box, protecting it
middle.
When Ye Wushuang was still three meters away from the wooden box, he stopped, then closed his eyes and felt the sword intent around the wooden box with his heart.
If you don't feel it, you don't know. As soon as he felt it, Ye Wushuang was startled.
These sword intentions are profound, vast and unpredictable, and contain supreme power. ??
"If I can fully understand these sword intentions, my sword skills will improve a lot."
When Ye Wushuang thought of this, he immediately sat down cross-legged and thought seriously.
Gradually, sword intent began to appear on his body, and the sword intent surrounding the wooden box seemed to be attracted, and the two sword intent blended with each other.
Ye Wushuang was shocked again.
The sword intention of the founder of the Taichu Holy Land sect is indeed terrifying, and contains the true meaning of simplicity. In other words, after reaching a certain level, swordsmanship is no longer limited to forms.
Any move, whether it is palm, boxing, sword or spear, can be turned into a sword move, and all techniques can be used to connect the gods.
Anything, whether it is a plant or a tree, or a grain of dust or a grain of sand, everything in the world can be used as a sword to split mountains and split seas.
One sword determines life and death!
Break mountains and rivers with one sword!
One sword destroys the world!
Ye Wushuang took a breath of cold air and said secretly, "If I can fully understand this kind of swordsmanship, even if I can't become an emperor, I can still become an unparalleled powerhouse like my master."
Then, he sighed inwardly again.
"The founder of the Taichu Holy Land was so powerful in swordsmanship that he still failed to escape death. The cultivator asked, are there really immortals in heaven and earth? Can people become immortals?"
Ye Wushuang quickly put aside his distracting thoughts.
"Whether there are immortals in the world or not, it doesn't matter to me. The purpose of my cultivation is nothing more than to protect my family."
Ye Wushuang thought of this, put aside distracting thoughts, and understood it seriously.
Time passes minute by minute.
Another half hour passed.
"Qiang!"
A sword chant resounded throughout the world, and immediately after, the wooden box suddenly cracked, and a silver sword flew out, floating above Ye Wushuang's head.
As soon as this sword comes out, the sky and the earth change color, as if it has entered autumn, giving people a feeling of sadness and loneliness every autumn.
There are two seal characters engraved on the bright sword body.
"Hansei!"
Ye Qiu recognized it at a glance. He felt an invincible edge from the silver sword and immediately realized that it was an imperial weapon.
"Qiang!"
Then, another sword chant resounded throughout the world, and then another long sword flew out from the wooden box and hung above Ye Wushuang's head.
This sword is as black as ink, and there are two words engraved on the sword.
"Cijun!"
Likewise, this sword is also an imperial weapon.
Ye Qiu was excited because he didn't expect his father to get two imperial weapons all at once.
"Qiang!"
The third sword chant sounded, and a bloody long sword rushed out from the wooden box and hung above Ye Wushuang's head.
As soon as this long sword appeared, it gave people the feeling of facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The fishy smell was astounding, as if it had swallowed up hundreds of millions of creatures.
There are two words engraved on the sword.
"Drink blood!"
Ziyang Tianzun said, "It is said that this sword was not originally like this. It was just that the founder of the Holy Land of Taichu used this sword to kill too many people, and eventually the sword body was soaked with blood. Over time, this sword became what it is now."
Look."
Ye Qiu couldn't help but be shocked.
Because ordinary divine swords are made of special materials, they can avoid dripping blood under normal circumstances, but this sword is actually soaked in blood. How many people's blood does it have to drink to do it?
