Chapter 81 The Evil Sword and the Heart Sword
At the top of Zangling Mountain, the sword left by the Taoist Ancestor was still a bit dazzling under the sunlight.
I don’t know what kind of heavenly material or earthly treasure this sword was forged from, but it looks like an ordinary copper sword, only showing a green-black color.
It is not very beautiful, and it is in sharp contrast with the fairy-like [Partridge Sky].
But it is so powerful, so powerful that it can despise everyone.
Chu Huaixu risked half his life to reach the top of the mountain.
However, on this platform, the spiritual pressure has not dissipated and still exists.
The sword is so high and high.
The sword has such a high profile.
Even if it is locked in this high mountain, it does not want to be sealed in the scabbard. Instead, it wants to be suspended on the stone platform, higher than everyone who comes here.
Chu Huaixu remembered something at this time.
"There is a no-flying formation on Zangling Mountain."
"Under the Nine Realms, no one can fly!"
But this sword can float.
Previously, Chu Huaixu felt that there was a force pulling him on the top of the mountain, and there was guidance in the dark.
At this moment, he was completely sure that this did not come from this sword.
It is only arrogance, contempt, hatred and anger.
“I even doubt that if it wasn’t sealed by layers of restrictions, it would fly over and chop me down.” Chu Huaixu thought to himself.
He felt it was extremely possible.
But anyway, finally! Finally saw this legendary sword!
Chu Huaixu looked at it and suddenly grinned.
His facial features are now distorted by the spiritual pressure, and his smile is not very pretty, but rather weird.
Just looking at his expression, you can't actually tell that he is smiling.
At this moment, he was still bleeding from all his orifices, but because his self-healing ability was so strong, it was nothing serious.
Chu Huaixu kept smiling like this.
Obviously he could only look up at it, but the sword became more and more angry and disgusted.
Because there was undisguised ridicule in Chu Huaixu's eyes.
"This bronze sword is so damn ugly!"
When Chu Huaixu was on earth, he saw the actual sword of King Goujian of Yue.
The sword of King Goujian of Yue in the Spring and Autumn Period is a bronze sword.
The sword head is rolled outwards into a hoop shape, with 11 concentric circles spaced only 0.2 mm apart.
The body of the sword is covered with regular black diamond-shaped dark grid patterns, and there is a bird seal inscription on the front near the grid: "King Yue Jiu Qian, self-made sword".
This world-renowned bronze sword does look a bit domineering.
But what about the sword in front of me?
Although I don’t know what kind of heavenly material it is made of to have such magical power, the shape is indeed ordinary.
It is just slightly longer than an ordinary copper sword.
There are no special lines on the sword.
Time indeed will not leave any traces on it, but this only means that it does not become uglier due to rust.
In Chu Huaixu's concept, as the so-called best sword in the world, you can either be more simple or restrained.
You can either be more domineering or more fierce.
Your appearance is neither good nor bad, it is indeed a bit difficult to evaluate.
But just by looking at it, Chu Huaixu began to believe in a certain version of the legend.
He began to believe that this was an evil sword!
Hence before seeing it, the spiritual pressure of mountain climbing could be interpreted as a test of the sword.
But looking at its current posture and the murderous intent rushing towards him, Chu Huaixu instantly agreed with the evil sword's statement.
In addition, he could also feel the small sword in the sea of consciousness, and was wary of the bronze sword.
As for Chu Huaixu, although he has traveled through time, he still has the personality of a sand sculpture player.
For players: whether you are strong or not is temporary, but whether you are handsome or not is a matter of life.
Some spiritual weapons may be average in all aspects, but as long as they are handsome enough, they will command a premium.
It doesn’t matter, just buy a skin.
A broken skin, how many attributes do you expect it to add?
"It doesn't matter, you are the best swordsman in the world, I don't dislike you."
Chu Huaixu started to move forward like a cripple with limited mobility.
Generally speaking, moving on flat ground is definitely easier than climbing a mountain.
However, the platform on the top of the mountain is indeed a bit big.
So, he moved for a while before he came to the front of the sword.
There were already traces of dried blood on Chu Huaixu's face.
The physical body is under the attack of spiritual pressure, and new blood flows out.
But he was really just like how he roared just now, he was not afraid of pain.
So much so that this floating sword became even more disgusting to him.
In the Daomen Hall, everyone was actually a little confused.
The situation of the bronze sword is a bit strange today.
This sword is very arrogant, and they know it, because they are also looked down upon by it.
However, the hatred expressed by Sword Spirit today seemed a bit too strong.
People with their level of cultivation have extremely powerful spiritual consciousness, and naturally their perception of weapon spirits is also more acute.
"Why do I feel that the sword spirit still has a sense of hatred?" Nangong Yue, as a master of weapon refining, spoke.
This is even weirder.
Everyone knows that it is an evil sword, and everyone can understand that it wants to kill Chu Huaixu.
But why is there hatred?
Ch Huaixu stood on the top of the mountain with the [Heart Sword] in his arms, and his perception of the spirit of the weapon was equally keen.
Hence, he understands all the emotions of the bronze sword.
He raised his head and spoke with difficulty, his voice was still extremely hoarse, with some uncontrollable vibrato, but he was trying to calm himself:
"You hate me?"
Because he noticed that the killing intent of the bronze sword was stronger, and the hatred was also stronger.
Hum, I’m practicing the “Tao Canon”!
It is the complete version of "Tao Canon"!
The "Tao Canon" is exactly the same as what Tao Zu practiced!
"It seems that the legend is indeed correct." Chu Huaixu said in his heart.
"Daozu has been suppressing this evil sword!"
Then, how could it not hate it!
The wind at the top of Zangling Mountain is very noisy.
Chu Huaixu began to raise his right hand with difficulty.
Although this sword is floating in the air, it does not fly very high.
As long as he raised his hand, he could touch the tip of the sword.
I saw veins popping out on Chu Huaixu's big hand, and the small sword in the sea of consciousness also became high-spirited to fight.
After reaching the top of the mountain, he originally wanted to find out where, or what, that mysterious pull came from?
It definitely didn’t come from this ugly sword!
However, the spiritual pressure is too strong, and now both his physical body and the sea of consciousness are on the verge of collapse.
So much so that he couldn't notice the mysterious feeling, and it was covered up.
As a result, in an instant, the spiritual pressure generated by the bronze sword dissipated completely.
A trace of doubt flashed in Chu Huaixu's eyes.
But he probably understood in his heart.
This sword has already noticed that he wants to reach out and touch it.
It is locked on this mountain and cannot be moved.
So, it's waiting.
Along the way, Chu Huaixu touched so many swords.
Today, now that I have reached the top of the mountain, I am definitely not just going to see it!
What is there to see?
What's more, it's so ugly.
Chu Huaixu decided in his heart that this sword could not kill anyone now.
"In the past thousand years, every generation of sword masters will go to the mountain to ask for swordsmanship. This fact is known to the whole world." He thought to himself.
"If it still has the ability to kill, it is impossible for any of these sword masters to return alive."
"How could the monstrous demonic flames miss the opportunity for bloodthirsty."
"Since Daozu left it here, it must be safe."
"It is just playing with spiritual pressure when it is stretched to death, and it can only emit a small part through the restriction."
"I just don't know. In this case, the sword masters come to ask, how to fight the sword?"
This is undoubtedly not the answer that Chu Huaixu's current state can get.
Sword masters of all dynasties are at least the strongest in the Eighth Realm.
I saw him closing his eyes and feeling the emotions conveyed by [Heart Sword].
"Okay, it's up to you!" He suddenly opened his eyes and croaked.
Chu Huaixu's fingertips touched the blade of the bronze sword, and the next moment, he flew backwards!
Previously, the reason why those spiritual swords flew away after he touched them was actually because the sword spirits were knocked away and the swords flew with them.
The same is true for him at this moment.
The Heart Sword in the Knowledge Sea is too sick and in poor condition.
At present, it is far from reaching its limit, and it can only be regarded as having just started.
Chhu Huaixu was not surprised by such a result.
Although the super-grade spiritual sword was knocked away, it could still knock him back half a step, let alone it?
But, it really hurts!
He was knocked to the ground, but he didn’t feel anything.
Mainly because of his sea of consciousness, it was almost completely defeated!
This caused his vision to go dark just now, and he felt the pain of his spiritual world being torn apart.
His brain is going to explode!
But Chu Huaixu has no regrets.
Because the moment his fingertips touched the bronze sword, a system prompt sounded in his ears.
"[Ding! You have completed the passive task - Sword Spirit Pressure.]"
In addition, due to the dissipation of the spiritual pressure, he finally knew where the mysterious pull came from!
Also, he understood something. The status of his [Heart Sword] seemed to be no worse than the sword spirit of the bronze sword!
It's just that it's more like residual blood, and it's at its peak.
Chu Huaixu stood up with difficulty and looked at the high sword.
It looked down at him condescendingly, still with undisguised arrogance, hatred, hatred, and murderous intent.
Now, he was knocked away once, and the sword spirit was even more playful.
"You seem very happy and proud?" Chu Huaixu said.
He patted the dust on his body, then wiped his face with his relatively clean sleeve, wiping away part of the blood on his face.
The wind on the top of the mountain was strong, making his black robe rustle and his long, jet-black hair flying back.
Chu Huaixu opened his bloodshot eyes and moved forward again.
The sword is suspended in the air and no longer emits spiritual pressure. I don’t mind knocking this ant away again.
Looking at his embarrassed appearance now, the instigator was undoubtedly a little jealous.
However, Chu Huaixu did not reach out to touch it. Instead, he grabbed the black bead hanging on the scabbard as quickly as possible!
That ray of traction is emanating from this black bead.
The completely black scabbard is placed flat on the stone platform, simple and elegant.
There is nothing magical about this bead, and its texture is not transparent.
Just after being knocked away, Chu Huaixu had already made a decision in his heart and got the answer.
This black bead is his choice at this moment.
Because what it pulls is actually the spiritual power generated by the "Tao Canon" in his body!
Chu Huaixu grabbed the bead with his right hand and placed his left hand on the burnt black pass token. He was always ready to crush the wooden token violently, activate the teleportation circle, and teleport it back to the foot of the mountain.
It's just that the vision happened at this moment.
The scabbard is placed on the stone platform, and there are restrictions on sealing it here so that it cannot be moved.
This black bead still looks ordinary, like an ordinary product.
But the black rope tied to the scabbard was not disconnected.
A mysterious force that only Chu Huaixu could sense spread out from the black bead to all directions, and then drained all the spiritual power from his body.
The bead was held in his hand, and when he pulled it off with force, the black scabbard was also pulled off.
The seal was instantly released, and the scabbard crashed into his arms.
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(End of this chapter)