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Chapter 383 Snatching the Battle Sword (1)

Chapter 383: Snatching the Battle Sword (Part 1)

"How powerful is the Phantom Dark Dragon, that he is so afraid of the Zhan Zhan Academy?" Zuo Chen stared at the world, with something strange in his eyes.

The two bloodlines of the Phantom Crystal Dragon and the Phantom Dark Dragon are supreme. They are the most powerful royal family in the wild beast world. The Imperial family is similar to the most powerful bloodline among humans. They are naturally arrogant and do not take everything seriously.

The means of control reach the sky, and even Ye Wentian, a terrifying being who stands at the pinnacle of Yuanwu Dao, can suppress it, but he clearly does not dare to come to the Zhan Zhan Academy to kill people. That extremely arrogant attitude disappeared, and what was revealed at the last moment

Fear cannot be concealed.

While Zuo Chen was thinking about it, countless disciples from the academy became "crazy" and headed towards a certain place in the academy in front of them.

Ye Wentian was seriously injured after a defiant battle, and might even have died, and fell into the Zhan Zhan Academy. How could such a supremely powerful being not drive these academy disciples crazy?

You know, at least for most disciples, it is still difficult to see a strong person in the Yuan Ti realm, let alone a figure like Ye Wentian who is likely to exist in legends.

Walking towards the land, Zuo Chen saw an ancient war sword standing in the middle of the land in front of him. The sword body was shaking constantly, and there was a faint crack appearing on the sword body.

Although the center is not conspicuous, Zuo Chen knew that for such a sword, any damage would be "fatal" and basically reduce the power of the sword by a notch.

Not far from the sword energy, a man was lying there. He seemed to be around thirty years old, with messy long hair and blood-stained armor. He looked very miserable.

There were many damages all over his body, and his heart seemed to have been broken. A blood hole appeared in the center of his chest, penetrating his chest and back. At this moment, gurgling blood was constantly flowing out, which was extremely terrifying.

"Ye Wentian?" Zuo Chen couldn't help but whisper.

Just now, Ye Wentian's sword defied the sky, how overbearing and boundless was he? But now he was in such a miserable state. A peerless master who stood above countless people's heads was about to die.

Many disciples gathered around here, but no one dared to come forward. They only looked up at the figure in front of them from a distance, as if they wanted to see the peerless style of the top master in the person in front of them. However, it was a pity that Ye

Wentian was silent there, and his whole body's energy and spirit had reached its lowest point.

Some senior elders of the college appeared, coming quickly from a distance. It was obvious that they could not calm down.

"Senior, I am the Great Elder of Zhan Zhan Academy." The Great Elder who had previously blocked many disciples from leaving was the first to come over and spoke in a low voice to Ye Wentian in front of him, with a respectful attitude.

The top Yuan warriors can stay young forever and control their appearance within a specific age, so the great elder naturally does not think that Ye Wentian in front of him is just a young man of about thirty years old. He can have

Naturally, someone with such a powerful method has been practicing for countless years, so he is basically the same person back then.

However, even if the dignified elder opened his mouth, Ye Wentian ignored him and did not even raise his head. He was running his mind and aura alone.

The Great Elder was slightly embarrassed, but he did not dare to say any more words and stood not far away.

In the entire Zhan Zhan Academy, he is the Great Elder. Such a status is unusual in any force. Basically, he is the kind of existence that is lower than one person and higher than ten thousand people. But in fact, in the Zhan Zhan Academy, he is nothing.

, because the real senior leaders of the Zhan Zhan Academy are not these elders, but other experts including the dean, the nine patron saints, etc.

In an instant, the sword body suddenly trembled. After being silent for a long time, it suddenly let out a loud sword chant, and then turned into a stream of light and came directly in front of Ye Wentian.

Ye Wentian suddenly raised his head, stretched out his right arm quickly, and grabbed the sword body in his hand. His long hair covered half of his face, which was stained with blood, but the sharp light reflected in his eyes at this moment

But it touched everyone's heart.

The light in his eyes is like a sword, piercing the sky, smashing the mountains and rivers of the earth, and going against the sky at this moment...

"After waiting for so many years, I still lost. I am not willing to accept it...!" Ye Wentian's eyes traveled across the sky and the earth, staring at the original empty battlefield, and a slightly hoarse voice burst out from the deepest part of his throat.

You can feel that the other party's grief, anger and unwillingness have reached the extreme, there is no room for turning around, and there is endless regret.

"puff……!"

At the same time as Ye Wentian spoke, a mouthful of reverse blood suddenly sprayed out, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

"Is a strong Yuan Ti realm so scary?" Zuo Chen speculated in his mind. He couldn't help but use his telekinesis to detect everything belonging to Ye Wentian. He found that the inside of Ye Wentian's body was almost destroyed, including his heart, chest and ribs.

However, the body has been able to continue to function and survive.

As Ye Wentian's blood spurted out, everyone present was alarmed. It was obvious that Ye Wentian's condition was very bad. Perhaps as some people had said, the other party was about to die.

With a scoff, a secret wave appeared from Ye Wentian's body. His eyes penetrated the ground in front of him. As his eyes moved, there seemed to be two invisible sword energy passing by.

, many disciples on both sides were frightened at the same time, and retreated along both sides.

At the end of the line of sight, there was only one person who did not retreat, that was a white-haired young man standing with a sword behind his back.

"Is it him?" Zuo Chen looked moved.

The person in front of him undoubtedly left a deep impression on Zuo Chen. He had met this person during the assessment just before he joined the Zhan Zhan Academy. On that day, the opponent's sword intent emanated, shaking the world.

, and finally joined forces with the geniuses of the descendants of Shenlong to engage in a battle of wills with him, which started a different kind of battle, but was suppressed by him.

Although he won at that time, the opponent's powerful sword intention gave Zuo Chen a great impact. This man's understanding of kendo has reached a very high level, and he is a supreme genius in the field of kendo.

At this time, the two sides looked at each other, and the white-haired young man did not flinch at all. He met Ye Wentian's compelling eyes in front of him. Invisibly, two handles appeared in the two pupils of the white-haired young man at the same time.

The sharp sword has sword energy erupting from it at the same time, rising and dying, repeatedly.

"Very good, you are qualified to receive the inheritance from me, Ye Wentian." Ye Wentian suddenly spoke, and then looked around the land in all directions, nodding slightly: "As expected of the Zhan Zhan Academy, it is still as prosperous as before, with countless geniuses and great luck.

"

After he finished these words, Ye Wentian said directly to the white-haired man in front of him: "Come here, I will teach you the immortal swordsmanship."

"Thank you, senior!" The white-haired young man's eyes flashed with a look of surprise, and then he walked forward.

Both of them practice swordsmanship, and it is obvious that Ye Wentian now wants to teach his understanding of swordsmanship, including many methods, to the white-haired young man before he dies. He does not want everything to be cut off for him.

This is equivalent to treating the other party as the inheritor.

Obtaining the inheritance from a strong man of Ye Wentian's level is undoubtedly equivalent to having great benefits. Who can be calm?

The white-haired young man is very aloof. He believes in his own swordsmanship and his own path, and is disdainful of everything else. However, even a person like him is extremely excited because of Ye Wentian's words at this moment. If he gets Ye Wen

If Tian's inheritance is mutually confirmed with everything about himself, then he will be able to make his path smoother, and his understanding of the way of the sword will become stronger and deeper...

I don’t know how many disciples were envious and stared straight ahead, wishing that they were the ones walking towards Ye Wentian at this moment. Just kidding, this kind of inheritance from a supreme master would be a great opportunity.

Ye Wentian followed the path of swordsmanship, which is different from that of many people. However, the premise that Ye Wentian is a swordsman is that he is still a Yuan warrior after all. The latter's inheritance, the latter's cultivation method and the countless

Combat experience, combat skills, these things are useful to everyone.

"What a shame, why didn't I choose to take the path of the sword in the first place? Why wasn't my natural weapon a sword?" Some disciples sighed secretly, regretting it too much.

For a Yuan warrior, what kind of path they will take in the future is basically determined by "innateness". After you step into the martial arts realm, what kind of natal weapon you awaken will basically be the natal weapon in your future cultivation.

As the center, they practiced various ancient arts related to their natal weapons. These people regretted it, but in fact they couldn't help themselves.

"You must get that sword." Just as Zuo Chen was staring at the two people in front of him, Jie's voice suddenly came to his ears.

Zed's voice was firm and decisive, making it difficult to refuse.

"Why? Isn't that sword already useless?" Zuo Chen was puzzled.

That sword is indeed not simple. It is probably the natal weapon that Ye Wentian has sacrificed and refined for many years, but now it is broken after all. If Ye Wentian is alive, it can be reforged and repaired with blood. Just like when Zuo Chen used Huang Shaotian

The natal weapon: the life-shattering purple gold hammer was shattered. However, Huang Shaotian forged it again and communicated with the natal weapon seeds, which made the natal weapon "alive" again. However, now that Ye Wentian is about to fall, that sword

In other words, it has become a waste product. Even if there is still some remaining power, it is far from being able to compare with the peak period and is of no use.

"You don't understand." Jie said: "That sword has a sword spirit. Even if the sword body is broken, the sword spirit will still exist in the world and will be immortal. If you get it, it will have benefits you can't imagine. Moreover, the sword body has the ability to

It was cast from heaven-defying materials, and although it has been cracked, the cracks are not too big, and the precious materials in it have not been wasted, which can make your Shifang Celestial Monument stronger again."

Before Jie could finish speaking, Zuo Chen's eyes lit up.

To be honest, it is really depressing to watch others benefit while you cannot participate in it. But now that Jie has said so...

"It's not good to just rob other people's things so much." Zuo Chen grinned, showing an honest smile, but he rubbed his palms while speaking.

Obviously, the white-haired young man received the inheritance from Ye Wentian, so if nothing else happens, Ye Wentian's sword should also be left to the latter.

"Fart, Yuan warriors practice step by step. Don't miss any opportunity. You must get that sword." Jie cursed angrily.


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