This sword path made of his own flesh and blood is naturally as smooth as walking on plain ground for him.
In front of him were roads leading to Cambridge high in the sky.
The structure of Sword City is extremely weird, and it becomes lower toward the center.
And it is precisely because of this that the tip of the Lingxiao Sword is level with the highest point of the city wall.
But looking from the center, Lingxiao Sword is actually at an extremely high altitude.
In all directions, Cambridge leads to higher places.
At the end of Cambridge are sword towers.
Above this is where the Lingxiao Sword is.
This scene is quite spectacular! Originally, there were two imperial swords, Burning Mountain and Boiling Sea.
But that year, Jiancheng traded with Shanhe Sword Sect and replaced it with Lingxiao Sword.
Every time the city lords fight, they used to have to understand the sword intent of the two emperor swords, but now they have to understand the sword intent of the Lingxiao Sword.
"Based on the strong sword intention of such a large sword city, the sword intention of Lingxiao Sword can be emitted to the greatest extent, so that sword cultivators can best understand Lingxiao Sword Intent! Even at the expense of Chang'an Sword Intent, the Lingxiao Sword can be warmed and cultivated in
Sword City makes Lingxiao Sword feel a sense of belonging to this place, and the sword's intention is no longer sharp..." Su Xuan said to himself.
"Under such circumstances, the difficulty of comprehending the Lingxiao Sword will be greatly reduced.
And in this battle for the city master, we have the unique help of ancient sword energy falling from the sky, which can make the sword cultivator's understanding of the sword's intention reach the extreme!"
"This also makes it possible for the Lingxiao Sword to be inherited."
Su Xuan stood in front of Cambridge and had a huge feeling about this matter.
"Old Jian did this because he really wanted to find an unparalleled heir to the city lord.
And... it should also be related to the mysterious person who plotted against Sword City before. I don't know which force it is..." "But... this Lingxiao sword is mine. Old Jian is obviously messing with me when he does this."
Su Xuan was speechless.
He thought for a long time and then set foot in Cambridge.
A flash of fierceness quietly flashed in his eyes.
If it is his, it will always be his.
Unless he is dead, no one can get involved.
He walked on Cambridge with a steady pace, not as difficult as other sword cultivators.
The obstacle in Cambridge lies in the understanding of kendo.
Since ancient times, sword cultivation has its own extremely ancient practice system.
This is not about cultivating strength, but about sword cultivating's understanding of the way of the sword.
Holding the sword, guarding the sword, bright sword, raw sword, sword heart, sword spirit, life sword, carrying sword, and the body of the holy sword.
In these nine realms, Su Xuan has faintly touched the heart of the sword. The heart is like a sword, and the sword moves with the heart! This is an extremely illusory realm. Although Su Xuan is in the realm of the heart of the sword, the subsequent sword spirit, life sword, and luck
Swords actually have feelings.
In Jian Beichen's first life, he cultivated the body of the holy sword, used his mortal body to cultivate the holy body, and became the strongest sword robe.
In this life, Su Xuan took other paths and was destined not to be able to become a holy sword, but his understanding of the way of the sword was definitely at the pinnacle, and there were not many sword cultivators in the Eastern Wasteland who could compare with him.
And this realm of sword cultivation is also a way for the mortal body to reach the top.
It's just that most sword cultivators can't get through it now. According to records, starting from the fifth era, no one except Jian Beichen can become the body of the holy sword.
Therefore, in Donghuang's general opinion, this is an impassable road! Su Xuan pursed his lips.
After all, the road of the past will never be walked again, but this sentiment lingers in my heart and has never been forgotten.
To him, Cambridge here is just a gentle road.
Many people were stunned when they saw Su Xuan.
This arrogant man is here again.
They are not angry.
"Is this cheating again?"
Their voices were not quiet enough for Su Xuan to hear.
At this moment, they were all ready to scold Su Xuan.
But... Su Xuan didn't even look at them.
Everyone froze.
"Are you feeling guilty?"
They couldn't help shouting, but they felt extremely awkward inside.
Because Su Xuan... ignored them.
This seems to be more uncomfortable than Su Xuan's quarrel with them.
A hint of arrogance appeared on the corner of Su Xuan's mouth.
He will confront these idiots once or twice to make himself feel better, but he will never criticize them all the time.
There are so many people who bother him, Su Xuan, and the geniuses are everywhere. Who are they?
Su Xuan walked away, leaving them with an arrogant back.
Many people were so angry that they almost vomited blood.
This kind of disregard... is often more disgusting than a lot of shouting.
"Why do I want to catch up and fight with him so much!"
"Can you catch up? Can you beat me?"
"Your uncle, this person is poisonous."
Everyone was cursing and looking unhappy.
soon.
Su Xuan just walked onto a sword tower.
The sword tower is like a sword, surrounded by Lingxiao sword.
Faintly, Su Xuan could already see the vague shadow of Lingxiao Sword.
At this moment, many sword cultivators are already at the top of the sword tower.
There is a stone platform on top of each sword tower, where people can practice swordsmanship at the closest distance to the Lingxiao Sword and understand the sword's meaning.
Su Xuan looked at it, a trace of vicissitudes of life flashed in his eyes.
After going round and round, we finally arrived.
Although Su Xuan knew that as long as he didn't die, he would definitely come here.
But standing here, he still had the illusion that time had flown by and things had changed.
He headed towards the sword tower.
But at this moment, Su Xuan paused.
He... felt a familiar aura and looked towards a sword tower in the distance.
...at this very moment.
On that sword tower.
A man is holding a long gun, which is out of place here.
His body was stained with blood, his spear was leaning on the ground, and he was a little precarious.
"Is this person stupid? A gun cultivator has been guarding this place for nearly twenty years. Does he really think he can understand the meaning of Lingxiao's sword?"
Everyone laughed.
Many people who have been here know this spear cultivator, who appears inexplicably and guards the sword tower inexplicably.
The gun repairman said he was waiting for someone.
He won't leave until he waits! Many sword cultivators have taken action against him, but he insists on staying here.
There was even a time when I was knocked down from Cambridge, but I managed to climb up.
Maybe she pitied him, or maybe she didn't want to do anything to him again, but she let him live here anyway.
But now, more sword cultivators have come here.
When they saw a gunsmith shamelessly trying to guard a sword tower, some grumpy men naturally took action.
Although the gun repairman is quite good, he cannot withstand one challenge after another.
At this moment... he is even more likely to die.
In front of him was Li Changge.
He looked at the gun cultivator coldly and said: "You, a gun cultivator, really shouldn't stay here. This matter insults the majesty of our Sword City and is completely unreasonable!"
He drew his sword and pointed it at the gun repairman.
"I warned you to leave many years ago. Since you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless."
He said coldly and fired his sword intent.
The gun repairman grinned.
"In my eyes, none of you are worthy of being called sword cultivators.
He has no backbone and no faith as a swordsman."
The gun cultivator said disdainfully.
"Be bold, this is the Holy Land of Sword Cultivation in the Eastern Wasteland.
We are all great sword cultivators, how come we are not worthy of the name of sword cultivator! How can you, a spear cultivator, be qualified to judge!"
The crowd shouted angrily.
Li Changge's eyes also turned cold.
"Finally, I'm warning you to get out of here, otherwise don't blame me if you die!"
"In my mind, there is only one person who can be called a true genius swordsman, and you are just like floating clouds.
This Lingxiao Sword... originally belongs to him. If it weren't for my lack of realm, I would definitely overthrow you one by one! You... have no qualifications to inherit the Lingxiao Sword!"
The gun repairman drank coldly.
"court death!"
Not only were everyone furious, anger also appeared in Li Changge's eyes.
He was already feeling restless after being hit one after another during this period, and now he was unhappy to see this gun repairman.
In addition, his rude words at this moment aroused Li Changge's murderous intention.
He... thrust out a sword directly.
The gun repairman was shocked and felt a fatal threat.
But...he straightened his spine.
Death is not terrible, what is terrible is dying cowardly! "It's a pity... I can no longer guard the Lingxiao Sword for you.
Su Xuan, if you die, I will go to the underworld to find you and fight you again.
If you are not dead... I hope you can teach the world's sword cultivators what it means to be invincible with a single sword..." The sword cultivator raised his head, revealing a face that lived up to his youth but was still handsome despite the vicissitudes of life.
He is Wang Fucang, the most powerful genius who killed the evil king sect in the past! Looking at Li Changge who was stabbed with a sword, Wang Fucang opened his eyes tightly.
Even if he dies, he will not close his eyes in fear! Even if he comes from the barren Lingzong area, he still has the pride that he would rather die than surrender! But at this moment.
A figure suddenly appeared.
He... grabbed Li Changge's sword.
Long hair as long as you want.
Su Xuan turned his head.
He looked at this man who had fought in the past, made Su Xuan think he was an enemy, and showed enough respect, with cold eyes.
"You... why are you here?"
Wang Fucang was startled.
But the next moment, he felt like he was struck by lightning.
Because Su Xuan said again: "Why do you need to protect my sword?"
Wang Fucang's body was shaken violently and he stared at Su Xuan.
"Hahaha..." He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, tears streaming down his face.
"Bang."
The spear in his hand was driven hard into the ground, causing his body to stand even more upright.
He recognized it.
As soon as they met...he recognized her eyes and back.
Facing the man he regarded as his lifelong rival, he did not want to show a trace of embarrassment.
"Heaven has not failed me, my king Fu Cang, God has not failed me, my king Fu Cang! When did I say I would protect your sword? I just want to confirm whether you are dead or not, and whether this world is worth living for me!"
he yelled.
For some people, brothers are lifelong friends.
But for Wang Fucang, the opponent is lifelong.
He has been waiting here for twenty years, just waiting for news.
He... just wanted that one day in the future, he could hold a gun and Su Xuan could hold a sword, and have a hearty battle.
In this vast Eastern Wasteland, there are countless geniuses, but Wang Fucang only recognizes Su Xuan!