Chapter 5: Control ten thousand swords with my sword heart
Are you waiting for death?
Lin Chen was unwilling to give up. He had just awakened the sword soul and reshaped his Dantian. He had not yet felt the majesty of this world. How could he give up like this?
"Young Master, I can no longer accompany you on the next journey. You must live well."
The old man stood up slowly.
"Grandpa Jiannu, what are you going to do?"
Lin Chen suddenly couldn't bear it, because he saw a hint of determination in the old man's eyes, like a soldier about to die.
He suddenly understood what the old man wanted to do, and he was a little touched by the old man's sincerity, but what could such a frail old man do?
"Young Master, listen to me. The old slave is already a long time old and has lived enough. But young master, you are still young and there is still a long way to go in the future. It doesn't matter if the old slave dies, but the young master cannot
Something is wrong, because you are the only remaining hope of Jianzhong. Young Master, you must remember that before you have absolute strength, don’t let anyone know the secrets about Shenxiao Sword.”
As he spoke, the old man took out a jade pendant from his arms and handed it to Lin Chen: "Young Master, the owner of this jade pendant has been favored by the master. If the young master can find her, when the young master encounters difficulties, she may be able to help her."
Lend a helping hand.”
Lin Chen took the jade pendant and felt as if the old man was giving his last words, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
The old man turned around and faced the giant armored ship that was chasing him. He slowly stood up straight. At this moment, his body was no longer stooped. In an instant, the old man's body actually exuded a compelling aura.
Lin Chen looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief. There was no trace of senility in him.
Grandpa Jiannu is also a master!
Even Qin Yi, who had been with the old man for nearly ten years, didn't notice it.
Only then did Lin Chen come back to his senses. If the Sword Slave was really an ordinary person, how could he use the sword spirit as a carrier to help him reshape his Dantian? If he didn't have a deep understanding of the way of swordsmanship, he wouldn't be able to do this. This kind of ingenuity is impossible.
The method is probably difficult even for Mu Qingfeng, who is known as the best swordsman in the Sword Tomb. The sword slave must have spent a lot of effort to find a solution to his problem.
The old man has hidden his strength for ten years, partly to protect himself secretly, and partly to keep the secret of the Shenxiao Sword. Who would pay attention to an ordinary old man without any cultivation? In this way, no one would
Knowing that the Shenxiao Sword is on him.
Such an old man really worked hard to preserve the only remaining foundation of the Sword Tomb.
Li Chong, Mu Qingfeng, and Sword Slave, for their so-called young master, they knew they were defeated but did not hesitate at all. So what kind of person is Qin Xiao, who can have such great charm that everyone in the disciples is willing to do it?
Such dedication, if in his original world, how many people would be able to be so sincere.
When the giant iron-armored ship was about to approach, the sword slave stepped forward and landed on the sea surface. He stood on the water and waved his sleeves, pushing the wooden ship forward with a strong force.
"Young Master, remember what the old slave said, you will have to walk your own path from now on."
"Grandpa Sword Slave..."
Lin Chen suddenly had a feeling of separation between life and death, as if he had really integrated into the character of Qin Yi, but what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.
"Stop him!"
The young man standing at the bow of the giant iron-clad ship gave an order, and dozens of men in black jumped up and chased the wooden ship.
Those people demonstrated the skill of lightening their bodies. They could ride on the waves with the help of the buoyancy of the water. Although it was not as fast as flying in the air, it was much faster than a ship. Doing so consumed a lot of energy and they could not last long. However, they had to catch up with Lin.
Chen’s wooden boat is more than enough.
However, how could the Sword Slave allow them to achieve their wish? He made a seal with one hand, and the seawater in front of him suddenly rose upstream, and a water wall several feet high rose up, blocking the way of the men in black.
The sword slave's body was also lifted up by the water waves, and he stood on the top of the waves. His handprints changed again and he made a sword secret!
Countless water droplets detached from the water wall and floated into the air. The surrounding raindrops that fell from the sky also hovered in the air. The whole scene seemed to form a still picture.
"Use my sword heart to control ten thousand swords!"
The sword slave's voice was no longer feeble, but had a heart-stopping richness.
The water droplets floating in the air slowly gathered together and stretched into the shape of a sword. They were as thin as cicada wings and completely transparent, but no one would doubt the power of those water swords.
Silently, all the water swords shot at the men in black at extremely fast speeds, easily piercing through their bodies. In just one breath, all the men in black were chopped down and submerged in the wave.
, the bright red blood dyed a large area of sea water red, but was quickly diluted and diluted by the waves. For the vast sea area, human bodies are too small, just like a drop in the ocean. Their deaths have no impact on the sea at all.
Got a feast by some water monsters.
Use my sword heart to control ten thousand swords!
Is this the power of the superior sword technique? A drop of water can become a deadly blade. Lin Chen was deeply shocked in his heart.
"I have always heard of the reputation of the Sword Guard, and if I have the chance to meet him today, it should be a worthwhile trip."
Light words came out from the giant iron-clad ship. Before the sound came, people had already arrived, and a figure wielding a shield appeared in the sky above the sea.
This is a man in gorgeous clothes. He is obviously different from those men in black. His specific age cannot be seen, because after reaching this level of cultivation, appearance is no longer the only criterion for judging a person's age, and people who can reach this level
No one is too young, because the further you go, the harder it is to improve your level. It requires not only extremely high talent, but also a lot of time to accumulate.
The words of the man in fine clothes touched Lin Chen's heartstrings.
Grandpa Sword Slave is the sword keeper?
In Qin Yi's fragmentary memory, she seems to have heard the word "sword guard", but it was only three words. Perhaps because she was too young at the time, some of her impressions were blurred.
But seeing how cautiously Tianji Pavilion treats it, Grandpa Jiannu’s previous identity must not be simple.
"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone would still remember me."
"How dare you forget the name of the sword keeper?"
The sword slave squinted his eyes and looked at the man in fine clothes: "I'm sorry for my blindness, but I wonder who you are?"
The man in rich clothes smiled softly and said: "I am just an unknown person. Of course, seniors don't know about it."
Nobody?
How could the sword slave not see that the strength of the man in the Chinese uniform was still higher than that of the six enshrined elders? This was the opponent's real trump card. Even when Mu Qingfeng made a move, the man in the Chinese uniform did not show up. I am afraid that he was probably rushing.
Came with him.
But he really didn't recognize the man in fine clothes.
Could it be that the sword slave's expression changed and he came from that place?
"Senior, please give me some advice."
The man in gorgeous clothes said it politely, but his attack was a powerful killing move.
The sword slave did not dare to neglect.
As he raised his hands, with the two of them as the center, the sea water poured in, slowly forming a huge water curtain. The man in the rich uniform pressed down with his palm, and the sea water in the entire water curtain was immediately squeezed out, like a hollow mountain, and a huge raging wave formed.
A wall of water tens of feet high surged in all directions like a mountain. Within the water curtain, countless water swords were generated. The swords pointed at by the water swords had awe-inspiring intent, as if they were not water swords at all, but real swords.