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Chapter 280: Thousand Swords Rain

"Don't worry, Lord Long is here. Let's see how I can tame this little broken sword as a sword slave."

Xiao Hei patted his chest, said something quite confident, and rushed out. At the same time, he summoned the Blood Fairy Sword and chased after it.

I don’t know if it’s because both the Thunder Fire Sword and the Blood Immortal Sword are swords. The surrounding sword light storm didn’t seem to stop these two guys at all. On the contrary, Zhuo Wen’s figure was repeatedly hindered, and he couldn’t increase his speed at all.

However, Zhuo Wen's consciousness is always paying attention to the Thunder Fire Sword and the Blood Immortal Sword.

"Master Long, where is the Broken Sword that needs your help? I'll let the little guy capture it for you."

The Blood Immortal Sword said something to Xiao Hei, and then chased after the broken sword with a cry.

The broken sword did not speed up, but turned around the sword in a humane manner, looking at the Blood Immortal Sword up and down, as if thinking that there did not seem to be such strange two swords in the ancient sword tomb.

"Haha, let me catch you without any help!"

The Blood Immortal laughed ferociously, urged the sword to rush towards the broken sword, and chopped it down without ceremony.

The Blood Immortal was very satisfied with his sword. In his opinion, this sword was enough to blast this ordinary-looking and even somewhat broken sword into dust.

But soon, the blood fairy's face became extremely stiff, and then he flew backwards with a cry, and the entire sword body looked extremely dim.

Buzz!

The broken sword roared sharply, as if it was angry, and the surrounding sword light storm suddenly became much more terrifying. Then the broken sword suddenly flew out with a speed as fast as light, and slashed hard at the blood fairy.

"So fast!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly. This broken sword looked ordinary, but when it showed its power, it turned out to be so terrifying.

The blood fairy screamed and cried for his father and mother. He also felt the threat of death and retreated repeatedly.

boom!

The Thunder Fire Sword stood in front of the Blood Immortal, blocking the Broken Sword's strike.

The Thunder Fire Sword and the Broken Sword flew dozens of meters upside down at the same time, facing each other from a distance.

"Xiao Xuezi, please help me by my side. This broken sword is not easy. Damn it, it's so terrifying!" Xiao Hei said solemnly.

The Blood Immortal nodded weakly, having just suffered a bit, this guy must be more obedient and never dare to rush in front of the Thunder Fire Sword again.

Of course, the Blood Immortal was scolding him in his heart. He had been scolding Broken Sword for pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, which made him miserable.

Whoosh!

Xiao Hei let out a sharp roar and flew towards the broken sword like brown candy.

However, Xiao Hei was very smart and did not confront the broken sword head-on. Instead, he engaged in guerrilla warfare with it.

Ever since Xiao Hei used up all the thunder and fire energy given by Ziwei Xingjun in the Thunder Fire Sword, this guy has been a little timid. Once there is any trouble, he will never dare to go up and fight for his life, but let Zhuo Wen go up first and then go up.

Now Xiao Hei still adheres to this principle and first holds off this weird broken sword. After Zhuo Wen catches up, he will hand it over to Zhuo Wen.

Buzz!

Xiao Hei's shameless fighting style made Broken Sword extremely angry. Broken Sword roared loudly and erupted with terrifying sword energy. It instantly blocked everything around the Thunder Fire Sword, and then turned into sword light and swept straight towards Thunder Fire.

sword.

"Damn, this cunning guy..."

Xiao Hei cursed loudly, but had no choice but to face the light of the broken sword head-on.

boom!

Terrifying sparks burst out, and then Xiao Hei screamed, then flew out upside down, and the brilliance on its surface became much dimmer.

The Broken Sword trembled, then stabilized the sword and continued to rush towards the Thunder Fire Sword.

"master……"

The Blood Immortal shouted, but he shrank aside and showed no intention of protecting his master.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen was still approaching, and the Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sword slashed past, using the seventh form of the Dao-Destroying Sword Technique, Jianyou Taixu.

The mysterious swordsmanship turned into a flash of purple light and blasted past.

What surprised Zhuo Wen was that the broken sword completely broke his sword move with a casual slash.

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed a decisive look, and he shattered three hundred divine soul galaxies in an instant. The huge divine consciousness condensed into a point, attached to the soul-stirring needle, turned into a streak of golden light, and blasted out heavily on the broken

On the sword.

boom!

The movement of Broken Sword stiffened, as if time had stood still.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of brilliance, and he immediately took out the Starry Sky Essence. After swallowing a drop, his soul recovered instantly, shattering three hundred soul galaxies again, and the terrifying consciousness was once again applied to the soul-stirring needle.

Bang bang bang!

Zhuo Wen shattered the soul galaxy again and again, swallowed the marrow of the heavenly domain starry sky again and again, and repeated this ten times in a row. The Soul-Capturing Divine Needle broke into powder on the tenth time because it could not withstand the terrifying power of divine consciousness.

The Broken Sword continued to retreat, its blade became even more mutilated, and its aura became even more sluggish.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were filled with joy, and with a move of his right hand, the powerful divine power turned into a giant hand, holding the broken sword in the palm of his hand.

Afterwards, Zhuo Wen used the Devouring Ban of All Things to create a series of restrictions, completely controlling the Broken Sword that was still trying to struggle.

After putting away the broken sword, Zhuo Wen swept out the sword light storm.

"I've only ascended to Xutian three times. How can I be qualified to own an ancient sword? Bring it to me!"

As soon as Zhuo Wen escaped from the storm of sword light, a ferocious voice came, and not far away, a middle-aged man was seen swooping over like a cheetah and killing Zhuo Wen without mercy.

At the same time, in several other directions, several figures also appeared and rushed towards Zhuo Wen. They also aimed to kill Zhuo Wen and had no intention of leaving Zhuo Wen alive.

Since the broken sword in Zhuo Wen's hand was too shabby, not many monks took action this time.

Even if they take action, it will be those Xutian monks with average cultivation. Those powerful Xutian monks who are arrogant and arrogant really will not take action for such a broken sword that does not look good.

There were more than a dozen people who took action, almost all of them with fatal attacks, and they were all scrambling, with no intention of leaving Zhuo Wen alive.

Zhuo Wen's mouth was filled with a sneer, and he took out twenty-four of the Beginningless Magic Golden Swords.

To deal with these dozen Xutian monks with low cultivation level, it is really not worth Zhuo Wen to use all of the Wushi Demonic Gold Sword.

Poof!

Poof!

Twenty-four magic gold swords without beginning traced mysterious trajectories in the void, constantly intersecting to form a terrifying vortex of murderous intent. Under this vortex of murderous intent, more than a dozen monks were captured, and none of them was spared. They were all killed.

The strangulation turned into a mist of blood, and the dead could no longer die.

Within a few feet of where Zhuo Wen was, blood was raining all over the sky, and Zhuo Wen's divine power formed a barrier to block the blood rain falling around him, which looked extremely strange and terrifying.

When Zhuo Wen made such a move, he immediately shocked many monks around him.

The monks who had originally planned to take action stopped their actions and did not dare to mess around.

After all, the broken sword in Zhuo Wen's hand was really ordinary. There was really no need to offend such a strong man with such a broken sword.

Di Ling raised his eyebrows, took another look at Zhuo Wen, and murmured to himself: "It seems like what Yao Xiong said is true. This son is not simple, his strength is not weak, and his soul is so powerful. This time in Luoshen Palace, my

I’m a little more confident.”

Zhuo Wen sat cross-legged on a rock, with the broken sword lying across his knees, and his spiritual consciousness silently extended into the broken sword.

He always felt that the broken sword was unusual. After all, when he was chasing the broken sword, the broken sword controlled the sword light storm to stop him. It was as if the broken sword was the king of countless ancient swords. There were no other ancient swords.

Dare not to obey.

Zhuo Wen scanned the broken sword inside and out, and suddenly stopped at the break of the broken sword.

At the break, there is an extremely inconspicuous small hole.

This small hole was extremely dark, as if it was unfathomable and difficult to detect the bottom.

Zhuo Wen's consciousness explored the small cave for dozens of breaths, and his expression suddenly became cautious.

Because he noticed a spatial barrier at the end of the small hole.

Zhuo Wen is very familiar with this space barrier, because the entrance to the inner world of Qi also has such a space barrier.

There is such a spatial barrier at the end of the small hole. Zhuo Wen naturally knows what it means. In other words, there is a small world on the other side of the spatial barrier.

Zhuo Wen didn't expect that this broken sword really contained the universe, and it was still a small world. Could it be that there was something left behind by the ancient sword saint king in this small world?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen's consciousness moved slightly, and he immediately passed through the space barrier and entered the other end of the barrier.

This space is pitch black and empty. The only thing is probably a huge irregular stone standing in the center of this dark space, which is about ten feet tall.

In the center of the stone, there is a sentence written in seal script.

Zhuo Wen browsed for a while and found that what was written on the stone was actually a powerful sword control technique.

Moreover, this sword-controlling technique is not about controlling one divine sword, but thousands and thousands of countless divine swords. This sword-controlling technique is called Thousand Swords Rain.

It is said that once you learn this Thousand Sword Rain, you can control the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ancient swords forged by the Ancient Sword Saint King.

The reason why the Ancient Sword Saint King worked tirelessly to forge so many ancient swords was actually because of the Rain of Thousand Swords.

This stone also records that this Thousand Swords Rain was not created by the Ancient Sword Saint King, but was acquired by him unintentionally.

It is precisely because of Qian Jianyu's sword control skills that the Ancient Sword Saint King rose rapidly and eventually became the strongest person in the Far West. Even if you look at the Great Brahma Domain Star Domain, he is an incredible powerhouse.

.

Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, but his heart was beating fast.

Although he hasn't finished reading it, he can already feel the horror of this sword-controlling technique.

Just think about it, if you can control nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine divine swords, and each divine sword is of the highest quality, then it is conceivable that the power generated by so many divine swords will be

Extremely scary.

"You must learn the art of wielding a sword..."

Zhuo Wen put away his consciousness, his eyes filled with excitement.


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