256. Is your sword sharp enough? (1/2 5,000-word chapter)
"boom"
In the distance, spiritual light flashed and flames rose and swirled.
Ancestor Tao Ran came holding a long sword and stepped forward in the air.
At this time, Ancestor Tao Ran's cultivation level was ready to break through at any time, but in order to guard the Fire Source Realm, he chose not to take that step for the time being.
The Fire Source Realm can only allow half a step to the heaven to stay. If you exceed the half step to the heaven, you will be repulsed by the power of the world.
The Fire Source Realm is not a big world, but the power of one realm cannot be resisted by a mere practitioner who has just entered the Heaven Realm.
"This Yun Tian Realm is determined to not give up. There have been more powerful people coming recently than before."
Putting away his sword, Ancestor Tao Ran spoke in a deep voice.
Hearing his words, Han Muye chuckled and said, "Isn't this in line with the ancestor's wishes?"
Ancestor Tao Ran's face froze, and then he laughed.
"You kid, I can't hide anything from you." Ancestor Tao Ran had a hint of pride on his face and turned his head to look into the distance.
"Relying on the Fire Source Realm, I have already fought with the Heaven Realm."
"This is what these guys are like. When I, the ancestor, step into the realm of heaven, I will torture them like dogs."
Having said this, he grinned: "Next time I see Gao Changgong, that soft-boiled guy, I'll make his jaw drop."
Elder Gao of Jiange is said to be doing well in the Southern Wilderness, and he seems to hold some sort of position as a follower in the Zhongzhou army.
After the ancestors of the Mu family and others came back from inquiring about the news, Elder Gao endured the humiliation and defrauded the trust of the Zhongzhou army in preparation for escaping from the clutches of the devil and returning to the Western Frontier.
Han Muye didn't quite believe this.
"Ancestor, this time the nine sects in Western Xinjiang have been rearranged, the Lingdao Sect has set the location of the competition on the bank of the Jialing River. What does it mean?"
Flying back to the Fire Source Realm and landing in the void outside the Fire Source Palace, Han Muye said.
The location of the competition for the rearrangement of the nine sects was decided by the Lingdao Sect. It is said that this location was arranged by Wanhua Taoist of the Lingdao Sect who was preparing to leave the seclusion.
He is the number one person in the cultivation world in Western Xinjiang. Since he has spoken, the location of the competition cannot be changed.
"The Jialing River is a large river that originates from the Northern Territory, runs through the Western Border and the Southern Wilderness, and reaches directly to the East China Sea."
Ancestor Tao Ran narrowed his eyes, and then said in a deep voice: "Thousands of years ago, the Great Demon of the East China Sea traced back to its source, crossed the Southern Wilderness, and landed on the Jialing River."
"This tribe of monsters eventually went to the Northern Territory, and it is said that they lived in the Northern Territory."
"It is rumored that Lingdao Sect has some trading connections with this demon clan."
Turning to look at Han Muye, Patriarch Tao Ran whispered: "Our Jiuxuan Sword Sect can rely on this world to form an alliance with the Donghai Sword Cultivator. Naturally, other sects can also have foreign aid."
Han Muye nodded.
According to what Ancestor Tao Ran and several elders from the sect said, every time the nine sects are rearranged, there will always be more masters in Western Xinjiang who have never been seen before.
This time Jiuxuan Sword Sect also attracted several young disciples from Tangshan Sword Sect.
Shao Yousun of the Tangshan Sword Sect is now in the Fire Source Realm, working with Lu Gao and others to conquer the cultivators from other worlds.
"Buzz"
The horn sounded, and the aura rose up all over the sky.
Shadows began to return one after another.
One day later, the younger disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect gathered.
Lu Gao, whose eyes were covered with black gauze, was now in strong shape and wearing a black armor.
At this time, his cultivation level was already at the peak of Earth Realm Tongmai.
But his strength far exceeds Tongmai, and even a master of Qishen cultivation cannot stop his attack.
The transformed sword can kill even a third-level Jindan cultivator from another world with one blow.
After two years of hard work, Lu Gao has integrated his own spiritual sword, and his body can be transformed into a sword.
It can be said that he has already mastered the first level of the Sword Art.
The next step is to continuously improve the power of the fused sword, and then the person and the sword will be promoted to a higher realm.
The compatibility of swordsmen and swordsmen is only the first level of the art of swordsmanship.
Lu Gao has grown rapidly, and the other disciples of the Sword Sect have also made great progress in their cultivation and combat power.
The taciturn He Xuanqi has two swords in his hands and strikes fiercely.
Yuanmu Qiuyu's swordsmanship has been cultivated to another level by him.
There are also several direct descendants of Jianmen, Song Qi, Qi Shisan, Su Shiba and others. Compared with two years ago, they have undergone earth-shaking changes.
At this time, they all had a calm demeanor, and their fighting spirit blended with their sword intent.
After two years of fighting in the fire source world, fighting against cultivators from other worlds whose cultivation bases and combat prowess were the same, they were wandering on the edge of life and death. As long as they survived, anyone would be reborn.
In the past two years, there have been more than 500 elite direct descendants of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect who have entered the Fire Source Realm, but only more than 300 have survived.
Since you choose to become a swordsman, you must be prepared to break your sword and kill people.
One after another, the figures quietly gathered together, and the fighting spirit on their bodies slowly subsided.
Han Muye's eyes fell on Yang Mingxuan.
There was no one around Yang Mingxuan, who was wearing a black robe.
Even if the evil spirit on his body subsides, it is still blazing.
Here are all the elite Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciples, generally of the Earth realm, and some of them are about to touch the pill formation.
Song Qi and others are all in the late stage of Qishen.
This kind of cultivation is already comparable to that of the elders of the sect.
Among these disciples of the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, Yang Mingxuan's cultivation level at the third level of Tongmai is not the highest, and is even ranked behind.
But his combat power and record are definitely at the top.
Lu Gao practiced the art of swordsmanship. The man is the sword. When he rushes to kill, he has no worries at all.
Yang Mingxuan also practiced the Art of Weapon Sword, but the grade of the swords he melted could not be compared with Lu Gao's, and the level of smelting was also much lower than Lu Gao's.
But Yang Mingxuan just relied on his life-or-death tactics to kill everyone.
Even Lu Gao said that Yang Mingxuan was crazier than him when it came to killing people.
In two years, the number of golden elixir masters who fell in Yang Mingxuan's hands reached one palm.
Other Qishen channeling masters turned around and ran away when they encountered him.
Those cultivators from other worlds call him the Black-clad Killer God.
Regarding Yang Mingxuan's condition, Han Muye did not interfere.
Although the practice of swordsmanship does not recommend killing to gather combat power, Yang Mingxuan was an accident.
If Yang Mingxuan wants to stand out during the nine-sect competition and fulfill Yang Dingshan's last wish, he must have crazy determination and methods.
As if aware of Han Muye's gaze, Yang Mingxuan raised his head with a stiff smile on his face.
Han Muye nodded, looked away, and looked at everyone standing below.
"Everyone, you have worked hard to revitalize my reputation in the Nine Mysteries when the Nine Sects are rearranged."
"The two-year period has come and it's time to leave."
Han Muye's voice fell, leaving everyone with a trace of confusion in their eyes.
Two years have passed?
Are you going back to Western Xinjiang, to Jiuxuan Mountain?
I survived in this secret realm.
A strange emotion spread.
This is an indescribable emotion, with expectations, depression, desire to soar into the sky, and determination to wield a sword.
After two years of hard training and constant killings, the nine sects were rearranged!
The sword intent rises suddenly!
The sword light disperses the flowing clouds!
Han Muye turned his head and nodded towards Ancestor Tao Ran.
Fighting spirit is available.
Looking at the elders and elders of the Fire Source Palace who were bowing in the distance, Han Muye raised his hand, and a spiritual light turned into a beam of light, covering everyone below.
When he reappeared, it was already the old place of Lieyang Palace.
At this time, the old place of Lieyang Palace had changed.
Protected by formations one after another, the originally fiery red and scorched black mountains became more green.
The ruins were also cleared up and many palaces were built.
Zhehuatang completely changed careers and started doing business.
Tang Yunhao will give most of the swords in the Fire Source Realm to the people sent by Kong Chaode to take them away, but some can still be left behind.
Dozens to hundreds of semi-spiritual weapons are produced every year, worth two to three million spiritual stones.
For Western Xinjiang recently, there is a shortage of inexpensive swords like this.
These millions of spiritual stones have allowed Tang Yunhao to secure his position as the leader of Zhehua Hall.
Zhehuatang was also renamed Canyang Jianmen, which means inheriting the legacy of Lieyang Palace.
Han Muye and the others returned from the teleportation place, and Tang Yunhao came to see them.
Half an hour later, the three flying boats quietly left.
The flying boat kept going day and night, and after five days, it returned to Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
The elite disciples repaired themselves, while Han Muye led Lu Gao and Yang Mingxuan back to Jiange.
Liu Hong, Lin Shen and others had not seen Lu Gao and others for two years, so naturally they set up a big table.
Lu Gao and Liu Hong went to the outer dining hall, greeting each other all the way.
Lu Gao grinned.
When he passed by, someone curiously whispered: "Senior brother, who is this blind guy, and why is he with senior brother Liu Hong?"
Hearing this, the expression of the young man wearing the green robe of an outer disciple changed: "Asshole, you don't even know the name of Senior Brother Lu Gao? Do you dare to say that Senior Brother Lu is blind?"
There were stern looks all around, making the new disciple of the outer sect who asked the question blush and tremble all over.
"Senior Brother Lu, that is the gatekeeper of the Sword Pavilion, a legend among the servants of my Sword Sect." A handyman disciple wearing a gray robe held a few steamed buns in his hand and spoke in a deep voice.
"Senior Brother Lu defended the Sword Pavilion and refused to take a step back even when his eyes were stabbed. This kind of loyalty and bravery is admired by all the disciples of the Sword Sect."
"Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion, that is an immortal of swordsmanship, existing like a heavenly being."
"Brother Huang Liu, your benevolence and righteousness are overwhelming."
"Senior Brother Lu, your loyalty and courage are unparalleled."
"And Coach Lin, Senior Brother Liu..."
The dining hall suddenly became very lively.
In the bloody battle at Lugao Jiange, the sixth brother Yunchaoling turned into a demon, and Elder Han destroyed the demon alone...
Although the new disciples have heard these stories, their blood is still boiling when they hear them again now.
"I really want to visit Jiange..." A new disciple rubbed the steamed buns in front of him vigorously and spoke in a low voice.
"Go to the Sword Pavilion?" The outer disciple opposite him laughed: "Okay, become one of the top 100 in the outer sect, go to the Sword Pavilion to receive the sword, and maybe you can get guidance from Elder Han and soar into the sky."
One hundred in front of the outer gate.
There was fire rising in the eyes of those new disciples.
With the return of the Jianmen elite, Jiuxuan Mountain, which was originally silent, suddenly became lively.
The inner gate, the outer gate, and various legends are exciting.
"Have you heard that Senior Brother Tao Shihe, the thirty-seventh grader of the inner sect, has unexpectedly reached a new level of cultivation, and his swordsmanship has lost even a trace of his sword spirit?" Someone excitedly rushed to the outer sect's teaching hall to tell the news.
"How did you know?"
"Senior Brother Tao and I worship at the Mumai Qingtengzhai Gate, so we naturally know." The face of the person who spoke was full of pride.
This elicited a look of envy.
"Big news, the tenth in the inner sect, senior brother Yuanmu Qiuyu Hexuanqi, has been promoted to direct successor!"
In a performance building, someone roared wildly.
"Heirloom!"
"How can it be a direct successor? Doesn't the inner sect have to be a true successor first?"
"No way, the sect has not included a direct descendant for three years. The last one was Elder Han of Jiange, right?"
A murmur of discussion resounded in the performance building.
The direct lineage of the sect has indeed been severely deficient recently, but it’s not just about supplementing, right?
"Really, Senior Brother Yuanmu Qiuyu Hexuanqi used his sword in the inner martial arts hall and defeated three Jianmen Qishen deacon elders with one sword strike. Zhang Zhihe, the Supreme Elder of Mumai, personally accepted his disciples."
After the words fell, there was silence in the performance building.
Defeat three Jianshen Qishen elders with one sword!
With their combat prowess, these characters are certainly qualified to become direct descendants!
"Is our Jianmen going to be prosperous..."
After a long time, someone whispered.
On the top of Jiuxuan Mountain, in the main hall at this time, elders were sitting one after another.
Han Muye sat at the seat where he was present, but today there was no Tang Chi who was also present.
In the center of the hall, hundreds of Sword Sect elites were standing and waiting solemnly.
A moment later, Tuoba Cheng, who was wearing a purple robe, and the silver-haired sect master Jinze walked into the hall and stepped onto the high seat.
Jin Ze waved his hand, Tuoba Cheng nodded slightly and took a step forward.
"After two years of sharpening your sword, is your sword sharp enough?"
His voice was cold, revealing the pressure of a great monk.
In the main hall, a tremendous pressure came down.
It's just that under such tyrannical force, the hundreds of elite disciples didn't even move their brows.
Rays of sword light emerged, withstanding Tuoba Cheng's pressure.
Is such sword light powerful enough?
Kanazawa, who was sitting upright, had a satisfied smile in his eyes.
All around, the originally expressionless Jianmen elders had different expressions.
The elite of Jianmen went to the Fire Realm to practice cultivation. This matter was considered a secret among the upper echelons of Jianmen, but it was not a secret at all.
Speaking of secrets, Tuoba Cheng and the two Supreme Elders personally presided over this matter. Han Muye of Jiange came forward to arrange it, and no outsiders knew about it.
But these elite disciples, after all, are the disciples of the elders in the hall, how could they not know where they are going?
As soon as they returned, they reported their experiences in the past two years.
Ancestor Tao Ran is in charge, fighting cultivators from other worlds in the Fire Source Realm.
In two years, out of five hundred disciples, only more than three hundred returned.
These three hundred disciples, without saying anything or moving, can withstand the pressure of Tuoba Cheng, the most powerful person in the Sword Sect!
With this level of cultivation and combat power, he is already a pillar of the Sword Sect!
Seeing these disciples who were silent and fighting only with the light of their swords, the pressure on Tuoba Cheng disappeared.
He looked down, his eyes filled with aura.
"Five hundred elites, only you have returned."
"You carry their hopes."
"Our Jiuxuan Sword Sect has endured humiliation and endured heavy burdens for thousands of years. Generations of elders in the sword pavilion have broken their swords and perished. Only one elder in the sect can die a good death."
"In order not to arouse the fear of the major sects in Western Xinjiang, Patriarch Tao Ran expelled himself from the sect for decades."
"In order to eliminate the oppression of the three sects in Western Xinjiang, Elder Gao Changgong of Jiange destroyed the sword of the soul."
"In front of Jiuxuan Mountain," Tuoba Cheng's voice contained a trace of fiery repression: "Master Jinze shattered his golden elixir."
Looking at the elite disciples below, Tuoba Cheng asked word by word, "Do you remember these?"
remember?
How could I not remember!
Among the elites in the sect, who has not witnessed the rise of the sect?
Which of these direct descendants and true descendants who share the honor and disgrace of the sect has not participated in several battles that are related to the life and death of the sect?
The bells on Jiuxuan Mountain rang again and again.
The short and sad sound of the bell was the last shining of the lives of each Jianmen disciple.
The sword is broken and the soul returns.
Where the Jiuxuan Sword Gate is and where the Sword Pavilion is, their heroic spirits will have a destination!
A vast aura rose from the hall.
This is fighting spirit.
As a sword cultivator, how can you not have the will to fight?
This vigorous fighting spirit, mighty and fierce, seemed to knock open the hall above the head and tear the sky apart.
Seeing this scene, all the elders sitting in the hall smiled and nodded.
Sword cultivators should have passion.
Tuoba Cheng glanced over and said with his hands behind his back: "The sect's spiritual land will be open for seven days. The elixirs for improving cultivation in the alchemy hall can be obtained on demand."
"After seven days, ninety-five of you will be selected to participate in this nine-sect rearrangement competition."
Only pick ninety-five?
Many disciples looked up, with astonishment flashing in their eyes.
When fighting in the Fire Source Realm, everyone knows who has the best fighting ability.
If only ninety-five people are selected, sixty people in this hall will be eliminated.
After two years of hard work and life-and-death struggle, you can't even participate in the nine-sect rearrangement competition?
"The nine factions have been rearranged for the competition, and each faction can only produce a hundred disciples." The leader of the Kanazawa Sect, who was sitting at the top, suddenly spoke up.
I see.
This competition actually has such rules.
There was a look of regret on many people's faces.
"Don't think that not having the opportunity to participate in the Nine Factions Realignment Competition is a missed opportunity." Tuoba Cheng looked down and said coldly: "This is to protect your lives."
After his words fell, an old man in green robes who was sitting next to him stood up.
Han Muye knew this person, Xu Linjin, the elder of Zhanjian Hall.
"In the past two years that you have been practicing in a secret place, I, the Zhanjian Hall, have spent a lot of money to find out information about other sects."
Xu Linjin had a solemn look on his face.
"More than three hundred and twenty Zhanjian Hall disciples and spies lost their lives for this, and our Sword Sect cannot clear their names."
Taking a deep breath, Xu Linjin slowly unfolded a piece of paper in his hand.
"Feng Yuange, the first direct descendant of the Taiyi Sword Sect, has already gained half a step in his swordsmanship, and his aura has reached the eighth level of enlightenment."
Half-step sword movement!
Qishen eighth level cultivation!
The atmosphere in the main hall dropped.
This kind of fighting power can fight the fifth level of Jindan or above!
Among the disciples in the main hall, who dares to say that he has such fighting power?
The expressions on the faces of the direct descendants standing in front turned solemn.
"In order to find out Feng Yuange's combat power, a ninth-level elder from Zhanjian Hall died, and the three spies who passed on the news lost contact."
Looking across the hall, Xu Linjin lowered his head and looked at the scroll in his hand.
"The Seven Sons of Lingdao Sect, Lingdao Sect, the fate of the world is Xiaoming from Youya, and each of us has tried it."
"Loss," Xu Linjin's voice revealed a tremor: "Thirty-two disciples died."
"Lu Qingchen, specializes in earth veins, the art of transforming dust, his skills, cultivation, and golden elixir."
"Lu Qingyuan has extremely powerful wood-based magic. He once attacked and killed nine of my Sword Sect disciples with the technique of the forest."
"Lu Qingxiao, intensive cultivation of fire element, half-step golden elixir."
…
The seven disciples of Lingdao Sect, all like dragons, joined forces to kill three hidden demon cultivators.
Duan Yihong, the Infernal Taoist Sect, fought with the Wanjun Cang Mountain on his back and traveled three thousand miles retrograde to kill the demon Jindan Daxiu who had fled into the western border.
Du Feng, the Fengling Taoist Sect, turned into wind with one sword and traveled thousands of miles across, killing thirty-two evil cultivators in the realm, and returned on the same day.
Cai Peng, the White Devil, refined two cities and slaughtered three sects in one day and night.
Wan Yue, the young master of the Yuehua Sword Sect, has swordsmanship to the point where the sky is full of bright moons. With one sword strike, her youth is swaying, and the sky and the earth are the same.
…
The information about the cultivation and combat strength of a large number of young and powerful people in Western Xinjiang is all on this piece of paper in Xu Linjin's hand.
This piece of paper was exchanged for the blood of hundreds of elder disciples of Jianzhan Hall.
The purpose is to make these young elites in the hall feel confident.
The purpose is to gain a chance of survival in the competition between the nine factions.
The reason for this is the countless years of hard work of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, and it cannot be paid in vain.
Xu Linjin spent half an hour narrating the message on the scroll.
All the disciples and elders exited the hall in silence.
The fighting spirit that soared into the sky before was suppressed and slowly brewed.
Han Muye stayed.
It was Tuoba Cheng who sent a message asking him to stay.
"This time, our Jiuxuan Sword Sect must win the first place in the nine-sect competition."
In the empty hall, Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.
First.
Han Muye raised his head.
The white-haired leader of the Kanazawa Sect stood up and said softly: "The Lingdao Sect gives a sword as the reward for being number one among the nine sects."
Looking at Han Muye, a trace of uncontrollable emotion flashed in Kanze's eyes: "That was the sword that Elder Zhu Shen, who cultivated the sword art of the sword pavilion, fused with his body."