The killing sword of the first sword sect was absolutely perfect, and the sword intent contained in the sword shadow was much more powerful than the killing sword that Pang De understood.
The reason why Pang De was able to forge a killing sword was only due to his hatred for Yuan Futu. He had an epiphany with his desire to kill Yuan Futu quickly. However, the sword intention of the first sect master had a kind of hatred for the world, and he wanted to kill Yuan Futu.
Despite the terrifying aura of the common people, I can't imagine how much killing intent must be in my heart to refine such a domineering killing sword.
"Pound's killing sword originated from personal hatred and was too narrow-minded, so the power of the sword's intention was far less than that of the first sect master. But now I can see through history with the power of the Eye of Reincarnation and bring this sword's intention back to me across thousands of years.
Show it..." Yuan Futu looked solemn and thought deeply: "If I can imprint this kind of sword intent in my heart and simulate it, even if I can't reach the height of the first sect master, I will still be much more powerful than Pound. This
It’s the real killing sword!”
Thinking of this, Yuan Futu suddenly realized something. He spread out the power of innate chaos and deeply felt the aura contained in the killing sword.
However, this sword shadow did not launch another offensive. Instead, it was suspended in the void, allowing Yuan Futu to observe.
In the final analysis, the source of maintaining the "Tianxuan Sword Art" is still the Eye of Reincarnation. As long as the Chaos Spiritual Treasure is willing, it can control this power that spans thousands of years at will.
"From this point of view, as long as I continue to practice and break through the realm, one day the Chaos Spiritual Treasure can resurrect the ancient dead strong men for my use, and then any strong man in the imperial court will surrender to me!"
Yuan Futu thought to himself while feeling the secret of the killing sword.
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The next day, the dark clouds did not disperse, but the rain became heavier and heavier. The whole world was gloomy and cold, and the warmth of the previous days was long gone.
The disciples from the inner and outer sects were holding oil umbrellas and standing by the ring waiting. Today they will compete to determine the masters of the three major rings, which are the top three in this sword competition.
Jian Twelve and the two elders were sitting on the steps in front, talking to each other, while Xiao Nan was standing under the ring, frowning, looking into the distance from time to time.
Lin Wan'er walked over and said, "Master Xiao Sword, hasn't Futu come yet?"
Xiaonan shook his head and said: "Not yet, but the time has come. This competition is between Pang De and a disciple in the Dharma God realm. He shouldn't miss it."
Lin Wan'er looked anxious and said, "Where did he go?"
At this time, a sword master walked onto the ring and raised his voice: "The first match, Pang De versus Xiao Heng!"
While he was talking, a man wearing a long red dress had stepped onto the ring. Every trace of pure essence was flowing through his body, and a blazing hot wind was blowing from his every move.
Pang De was wearing a plain white dress and sneered: "God is not kind to me. I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult to use your fire elemental magic on a rainy day, right?"
Xiao Heng cupped his hands and said, "Junior brother, we are joking, please."
He is also a disciple of Baji Jianlu. He started training much earlier than Pang De. He majors in the element of fire and has been in the realm of the Dharma God for more than a year.
The attack power of the fire element is second only to the thunder element, so this battle can be regarded as a strong dialogue, but the bets under the stage show a one-sided trend. It seems that all the disciples think that Pang De will be the final winner. After all, no matter from any angle
Look, he should be the one to enter the Sword Tomb and obtain the inheritance from his predecessors.
call!
Xiao Heng's whole body was shaken. Flames burned from his shoulders and swept through his body in an instant. The flames were as red as blood, and the blazing temperature caused the cold rain around him to evaporate into white smoke.
He has been in the Dharma God Realm for longer, and his control and true energy are more solid.
Pang De held the innate spiritual treasure in his hand and raised it forward. The thunder essence was jumping on it, continuously emitting purple lightning, causing the sound of thunder to be heard in the ears of everyone in the audience.
"The fire dragon comes out of the abyss!"
Xiao Heng's hands formed a seal on his chest, and he saw a long sword slowly pulled out from the seal, and suddenly transformed into a wild dragon with flames all over its body.
Before he even got close, Pound felt the blazing heat, and his hair curled up slightly. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed to a thin slit, and he struck out with a sword that was heavier than anything.
The sword blade entered the air, the thin blade let out a soft groan, and purple electricity surged.
Boom!
The entire arena shook violently, and the barrier restrictions engraved on it flickered on and off, and there were signs of faint signs of shaking off.
On the ring, Jian Twelve nodded slightly, "There are many more disciples who have reached the Dharma God realm in this sword discussion conference than before. Thank you for your hard work over the years."
Shen Wuyu said: "Cultivating elite disciples should be what we, the masters of Jianlu, do."
Nangong Qiushui said: "When the mineral veins are opened, we will have enough resources to exchange for elixirs and spiritual treasures. In this way, the chance of cultivating the realm of Dharma God will be much higher. I think it won't take a hundred years for our Tianxuan Sword Sect to recover its vitality and transform the surrounding areas."
The scattered cultivator sects were swept away."
"Yes, how is that mineral vein now?" Shen Wuyu asked. Regarding the second mineral vein, Jian Twelve was personally taking care of it from beginning to end.
Jian Twelve said: "If you want to mine the second vein, you must ensure that there are no tigers and wolves around, otherwise it will only cause disaster. I want to delay it for a while, so I hide it with a ban first."
Shen Wuyu's heart trembled, and he thought to himself: "No wonder I have never seen that mineral vein from beginning to end, and I haven't found it near the originally mentioned location."
Jian Twelve changed the subject and said: "Pang De is now a successful swordsman and has reached the realm of Dharma God. The Sword Tomb inheritance should have a great chance for him. As for Qiu Shui's Daxuan Sword Cottage, it is said that
There is a child named Qingxuan who is pretty good."
Nangong Qiushui said: "She is my direct disciple."
"Oh?" Jian Twelve smiled and said, "Then your Netherworld Xuanyin Sword finally has a successor."
In the arena, after several battles, the two elements with extremely powerful attacks had an advantage over each other, and the scene suddenly became a stalemate.
The flute was like a phoenix bathed in fire, and the whole person was wrapped in flames, forming a fire wall-like defense. Several times, he narrowly escaped Pound's fierce moves.
"What a powerful thunder element technique. I didn't expect that the gap between the second level and the third level would be so obvious in actual combat. However, my fire element essence is more solid. If I continue to use it like this, it will only be detrimental to him." Xiao Heng
He could clearly feel the power of Pang De's third-level thunder-based skills while practicing the second-level skills.