For travelers in the desert, the most precious thing is a clear spring in an oasis.
For fishermen who are lost in the night, the most precious thing is the lighthouse that guides them home.
And for people in the mud, the most precious thing is the hand that reaches out to try to pull them out of the mud.
Perhaps as Huang Quxiang and Ziyu said, these crow slaves are mountain bandits and horse bandits.
When the Crow God generals came to kill them, they also thought about escaping, but when they took steps, they saw the girl who was questioned for saving them fell into danger.
Some of them decided to stay after all.
Not to repay a favor, not to make myself look noble.
just for……
Tell her, hey, saving us may not be the right choice, but at least...
He couldn't be too wrong.
after all.
Escaping into the mountains and becoming bandits has turned them into shady rats.
And being kidnapped by the Ghost Crow Village and made into crow slaves made them live like livestock.
After they have sold everything they can in order to survive.
Some people still treat them as human beings. That kind of dignity that is regained after losing it is even more precious and makes it even more difficult to give it away.
"Thank you for treating us as human beings."
The girl looked at Chu Zhaozhao and finally said.
Then she turned around and yelled at the Crow God General: "Asshole! I'm here!"
After she finished speaking, she felt happy when she saw the Crow God General's gaze directed toward her. Without hesitation, she used all her strength to run away from Chu Zhaozhao.
"It's useless! Come back quickly!" Chu Zhaozhao finally came to her senses and shouted loudly towards the girl.
She understood that this was the best way the girl and the crow slaves could think of to save her.
But unfortunately, this method doesn't make much sense.
Crow God General's cultivation is in the fourth realm, and he already has the ability to release his spiritual consciousness.
His spiritual consciousness can cover a distance of several feet in radius. With this ability, unless Chu Zhaozhao has an extremely advanced method of hiding Qi, it is impossible to hide the opponent's spiritual consciousness.
With such spiritual awareness, Chu Zhaozhao was destined to have no escape.
She can't escape...
But the girl didn't know such a thing. Maybe she had never practiced cultivation, or maybe she had to work hard to survive, so she didn't have time to understand it at all.
She just ran with all her strength, trying to lure the Crow God General away as much as possible. She thought that as long as she worked harder, Chu Zhaozhao would have more hope of surviving.
The Crow God General's eyes narrowed. He stared at the girl's leaving figure, and then looked at the big tree where Chu Zhaozhao was hiding. Just as Chu Zhaozhao thought, he had actually understood everything.
The corners of his mouth raised into a cruel smile at that time, the wings behind him spread out, and several black feathers surged out from under his wings like sharp swords, attacking the fleeing girl.
The girl's life-threatening running was like a turtle crawling on the ground compared to the feathers that shot out.
Slow and ridiculous.
…
Chu Zhaozhao looked at the feathers that were getting closer and closer to the girl's back.
Her fists were clenched.
She wants to save her.
But her rusty sword was destroyed, and the sword intent in her body was turbulent in her body like a rebellion.
The method of observing the sword and cultivating the mind is limited. Without the rusty sword, she would not have the capital to fight against others...
Zheng!
But at this moment, a clear sword cry came from behind her.
Chu Zhaozhao was stunned.
She suddenly remembered that she still had a sword.
A handful...
The sword Xu Dangren forged for her.
The sword was trembling slightly, and the clear sound of the sword seemed to be calling, like a fierce horse calling for the general who could let it gallop on the battlefield, or like a pack of wolves waiting for their wolf king.
…
"This sword is called cinnabar." Xu Dangren slowly handed the sword, which was completely white but with a carefully thought-out red crystal inlaid in the center, to Ziyu.
Ziyu, who took the sword, looked at the sword and frowned slightly: "The sword is a good sword, but the name is soft and weak, which doesn't sound good."
Xu Dangren just smiled and didn't say much. He then turned to look at Chu Zhaozhao and handed over another sword.
Chu Zhaozhao took the sword respectfully.
She looked at the sword carefully.
The sword body is snow-white and is two feet and one inch long. It is a bit shorter than an ordinary sword, but its width is the same as an ordinary sword, so it looks a bit strange.
"What's the name of this sword?" She looked at Xu Dangren and asked.
She had heard Chu Qingxiao say before that when Mr. Xu gave him a sword, he would also give him a name.
But the old man who heard this shook his head.
"The girl has to choose the name of this sword herself." Xu Dangren said with a smile.
Chu Zhaozhao couldn't help but frowned: "Why?"
"The girl already has a name in her heart, so she doesn't need to worry about it." Xu Dangren added.
Chu Zhaozhao suddenly felt strange, and she said: "But I never thought about it..."
"Have you ever thought about it?" Xu Dangren faced the girl, and his white eyes seemed to become a little brighter at that moment.
"It's just that the girl never realized it."
"When you actually hold this sword, you will know its name."
…
Zheng!
The sword behind his back is still trembling slightly.
Chu Zhaozhao didn't know what this meant, and she didn't have time to think about it.
She just subconsciously held the sword.
She was going to save her.
Although it should be useless.
But it's like the crow slaves used their lives to do useless things.
They wanted her not to regret reaching out to them.
And she also wants to use this sword to tell them that she no longer regrets.
The moment her hand grasped the hilt of the sword, the restless sword intent in her body no longer surged. Her body benefited from this and slowly stood up from the ground.
The palm of the hand exerts force, and the sword body is slowly drawn out.
Snow-white sword light bloomed from the sword, illuminating the dense forest like daylight.
Her heart calmed down at that moment.
No more worrying about the art of observing the sword and nourishing the mind, or the rusty sword.
She just wanted to use her own will to swing this sword.
The realization of her thoughts made her mind suddenly enlightened.
The sword body trembled more and more violently. Outside the dense forest in the distance, on the ground where the purple jade was still fighting, suddenly something crystal clear lit up from the ground.
Those were the broken pieces of the rusty sword.
They slowly rose from the ground, their bodies trembling slightly.
Then, at a certain moment, there was a sudden pause and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards where Chu Zhaozhao was in the dense forest.
Chu Zhaozhao didn't notice this, she just slowly drew out her sword.
As the sword blade continued to come out of the scabbard, the rusty sword fragments also continued to come in. One after another, they fell into the drawn sword body like meteors and merged into the sword.
Every time a fragment is integrated into the sword body, the slightly weird-looking sword body stretches a little longer.
When the sword was completely drawn out, all the fragments fell into the sword body, and the sword body turned into a three-foot green edge, and the sword intent surging on it was also vast and pure, as if it could destroy cities and open mountains.
Holding the sword, Chu Zhaozhao's whole body was filled with sword intent, her expression was determined, and her clothes were fluttering.
She thought of that day in Wuling City again.
She stood outside the realm of eternal night.
Looking at the souls of those sword-armored souls, they were facing the gods and the evil energy that could destroy heaven and earth.
They don't care about life and death, and they don't care about wind and rain.
At Song Guicheng's call, he used his own body as a sword and swung it at the gods.
that moment.
She heard the call deep in her soul.
He picked up the rusty sword, accepted the sword intention inherited from them, and swung the sword to the gods like them.
That was the way of swordsmanship she wanted.
It has nothing to do with gains or losses, life or death, and the strength of the opponent.
As long as the heart is not peaceful, a three-foot green blade in the hand can make a dragon roar.
She finally understood why she held the sword.
She had a clear understanding and no more hesitation in her mind.
At that moment, she stepped forward, and the sword intent surged out from the green blade in her hand. The forest rustled, and the mountain wind was pulled and wrapped around the sword body.
Her figure reached its peak, and she stopped in front of the girl. The blade of her sword trembled, knocking off all the feathers that came towards her.
The girl behind him turned around in surprise, and the Crow God General in front of him frowned.
He realized that the Chu Zhaozhao in front of him seemed different from before.
But Chu Zhaozhao didn't give him any time to think about it. The moment her feathers were shaken off, she touched the ground with her toes and suddenly rushed out. The sword in her hand was filled with sword intent and went straight to the head of the Crow God General.
And go.
The Crow God General also seemed to feel the power contained in this sword. He did not dare to be careless. As his heart moved, the martial spirit transformed from the demon species appeared and stopped in front of Chu Zhaozhao's sword.
Chu Zhaozhao was not afraid and continued to move forward with the sword in her hand.
The sword intent was still pouring out from the sword body, as if it was endless, and part of it began to pour into Chu Zhaozhao's body. The sword intent passed through Chu Zhaozhao's body, wandered through her meridians, and finally gathered in her body.
Lingfu.
The huge soul pillar in the Ling Mansion seemed to be sensing something and was trembling slightly at this moment. The sword intention also gathered on the soul pillar at this time. With the influx of sword intention, lines one after another began to form on the soul pillar.
be carved.
That is……
Countless swords and countless individuals.
They hold swords, and the swords are attached to people.
They sent their swords forward, and in front of them was the huge head of the god.
Compared to that god, those people were so small, but there was no fear in their eye sockets or in their swords.
They drew their swords.
So the sun and the moon are eclipsed.
They drew their swords.
So the mountains and rivers are silent.
They move forward.
so……
Gods shun!
The moment when the painting was inscribed on Chu Zhaozhao's soul pillar.
Chu Zhaozhao finally understood in his heart.
She knew the name of the sword...
She looked at the Crow God General and opened her mouth.
At the same time, countless figures appeared behind her. With determination to move forward, they reached out their hands at this moment and grasped the sword together with Chu Zhaozhao.
The sword intent surged out from their bodies and poured into Chu Zhaozhao's sword body. The sword intent surged forward, as vast as the tide and as towering as the mountains.
Just like it was in Wuling City.
Their mouths also opened at that time.
He and Chu Zhaozhao whispered together.
"This sword is called."
"Unswerving!"
that moment.
The mountains and forests are all silent, and the stars and the moon are dim.