Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 408
Above the vast sea, two figures appeared, galloping through the air, dragging an extremely long sword light, and casting a gray line on the sea.

Being able to fly in the air means that you have reached the state of no phase,

Looking carefully, in the light of the sword, a slightly younger person was grabbed by the shoulder by another person.

He has not yet entered Wuxiang, so he can only move forward in this way, and it is rare in the world to pass by such a young Qianyuan realm practitioner.

This is already the No.20 day they left from the Meiling Wuzu.

The two of them have been looking for Kongxuanmen in Meiling for the past few years, and finally found something dozens of days ago. When they were about to return to Tingchao Linggu, they suddenly changed their way to Luochahai.

"What are you in such a hurry for?"

While traveling at high speed, the sword qi rubbed against the air to make an extremely piercing sound, faintly sparking, and Meng Jinfan's voice sounded a little fuzzy.

His clothes were whiter and more worn.

Nian Li was grabbed by his shoulders, but his gaze was fixed on the boundless sea in front of him. He held the cold light sword tightly in his hand.

He said: "You Tianjian was recast by Master's hands. It has never been so strange. Something must have happened to Master. We must be faster."

You Tianjian is sharper than a few years ago, and the star pattern on the sword is shining with a strange luster.

Hearing Nian Li's increasingly worried voice, Meng Jinfan didn't dare to be negligent, but he still complained: "It must be extremely dangerous to put him in danger, so what if we go?"

Nian Li looked down at the humming You Tianjian, and said, "This sword can help him."

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Xi Shenjian tore a hole in the sky, and endless sword light gushed out from it, falling towards Tang Ge like magma that devoured the world.

He just opened his left hand, and the sword energy shot out like a torrent.

Facing the sword fairy who was at the top of the way of the sword, and the sword fairy who sacrificed the magic weapon, he still did not draw a sword, and only relied on the sword spirit he had cultivated for many years and a physical body to meet him.

boom!
The huge sound instantly swept across the whole world, and the endless buzzing made Jing Qingling temporarily deaf, and even Jing Haotian's expression became complicated.

Gu Zhiyue sat cross-legged on the ground, controlling several black lines gushing out from the whale charm, gradually melting into the void.

While Luo Xian'er looked at the battle situation in the sky, she was channeling Qi for Gu Zhiyue, her expression becoming more and more solemn.

Whether it is Sword Immortal Eleven or Tang Ge, they have far exceeded his expectations.

No matter in terms of cultivation level or swordsmanship, these two people can stand shoulder to shoulder with the sword masters before their fall.

There are no fancy sword tactics, only powerful attacks launched with the purest kendo and sword energy, simple and terrifying.

In the sky, Tang Ge's figure disappeared again. He didn't disappear as an afterimage, but was swallowed by the huge wave of sword energy. His blocking only lasted for a moment.

Eleven stood in the distance, but his expression became more and more dignified. Xi Shenjian rushed towards Tang Ge with the huge wave of sword energy, but there was a faint feeling of stripping in his heart.

This was the feeling of losing contact with Banchijian before.

The sky was still filled with endless sword energy. When the huge wave of sword energy disappeared, a golden light flew out, trembled in the air for a moment, almost fell, and finally fell back into Eleven's hand feebly.

He stared at the dim Xishen Sword in his hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked up impressively.

Tang Ge came out from the sword light, his black robe shattered into several strips, fluttering gently in the wind, there were several sword marks on his shoulders, chest, and thighs.

But there was no blood on the sword marks, only solid dark red, like blood crystals.

Even so, neither Tang Ge's breath nor his face changed at all, and his eyes were still as calm as an abyss.

"A very powerful sword."

Tang Ge spoke slowly, but only said five words.

Eleven's face gradually returned to calm, and the emotions in his eyes were completely subdued, and the strength of holding the sword was much lighter. He said, "You know that what Sanye inherited is not my way of swordsmanship."

Tang Ge put his hands behind his back and said: "You are naturally conceited, you don't want to inherit the way of others, and you are eager to create your own way of swordsmanship. Fortunately, you have accepted an apprentice, which can be regarded as fulfilling your master's wish."

Eleven smiled lightly and said, "You really know a lot."

Tang Ge said: "But you still practiced the vertical and horizontal sword art of the Twelve Sword Gates."

Eleven's eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon brightened again, and said seriously: "I am a descendant of Twelve Swords, why can't I practice?"

Tang Ge was stunned, his expression changed slightly, and he said, "So that's how it is."

Who would have thought that there are still descendants of the Twelve Sword Gates that have been destroyed for thousands of years?

Tang Ge added: "I said before that the exercises I practice are the fusion of three sword techniques. Do you know what the third one is?"

The corners of Eleven's eyes twitched slightly, and an indescribable feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

Tang Ge said: "The Twelve-story Building Sword Sutra."

Eleven's expression suddenly changed and he said, "Where did you get the supreme skill of our sect?"

Tang Ge said calmly: "I saw Li Sanjian in the ruins of the ancient site."

"Ancestor Li Sanjian?"

Eleven's heart suddenly trembled violently. Naturally, Li Sanjian would not be alive, but why was it Tang Ge who saw him instead of himself?
Tang Ge stared into his eyes and said, "Don't be surprised, you are considered lucky to have obtained the two-character Zonghengjian Jue, but someone is luckier than you. He got the Twelve-Flooded Building Sword Sutra when he was very young."

Eleven's eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "You're talking about Meng Jinfan?"

Tang Ge nodded lightly, and said: "I understand now that he was able to obtain three of the Twelve-Floor Building Sword Sutra and the Twelve-Character Sword Jue not because of good luck, maybe he has the same identity as you. "

Eleven Leng said: "Impossible, how could there be other descendants of the Twelve Swordsmen?"

Tang Ge smiled and said: "Nothing is impossible, don't you also exist?"

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There was a long silence in the sky.

Eleven thought of many things, but became more and more calm.

Tango seemed to be waiting for him.

Gu Zhiyue slowly opened her eyes, and the whale charm on her forehead became deeper and deeper. She looked at the black-robed figure in the sky, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but suddenly she spurted out a mouthful of blood, and her breath became more depressed.

Eleven suddenly said, "I have always looked down on Yun Jianzong's self-proclaimed authentic swordsmanship, and I have always wanted to restore the orthodoxy of the Twelve Sword Schools, but for many years there has been no achievement. Kunlun Mountain has done a good job in this regard."

As we all know, Kunlun Mountain's kendo is becoming more and more prosperous, approaching Yunjianzong.

If Tang Ge hadn't been expelled, the current Kunlun Mountain Kendo would only be stronger.

Among the younger generation, Wu Cangyu, Wen Zhuo and other disciples were all taught the way of the sword by him.

Tang Ge stretched out his left hand in a gesture of invitation and said, "You have done a good job."

After the words fell, the sword abyss behind him suddenly trembled for a moment, and a deep sword light flew out.

The black and blue light is like the deepest color in the universe.

The sword fell into Tang Ge's hand accurately.

The light on the surface of the sword flowed like water waves, like the water of the Styx in the ghost world.

Eleven's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a sudden violent tremor in his hand, and the Xishen Sword was almost out of control uncontrollably.

People will be born with fear.

Of course the sword will too.

Xi Shenjian is one of the god soldiers, and when he saw the sword in Tang Ge's hand, he showed a state of extreme fear.

One must know that not even You Tianjian, or even Ghost God's Fury, who is ranked fifth on the list of magic weapons in the ghost world, can't make Xi Shenjian react like this.

"What kind of sword is this?"

For the first time, this sword fairy who looked down on the world was surprised.

Tang Ge said: "Styx."

"Styx..."

Eleven muttered something, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He always felt that he had heard of this name before, but he couldn't touch it.

Tang Ge said again: "Don't think about it, this is my sword, the sword that really belongs to me."

Whether it is Youtian Sword or Devil May Cry Sword, they are not as good as Styx Sword, not to say that Styx Sword is powerful, but that it has followed Tang Ge for many years.

At a certain moment, Eleven suddenly laughed, and in the laughter was a heroic look at the world and a fighting spirit obsessed with swordsmanship.

He said loudly: "In this battle, life and death are the slightest thing in the world."

A stronger sword energy surged out of his body than before, covering Xishen Sword, completely erasing the tremor.

The battle is coming to an end, but it will be the strongest yet.

Tang Ge gently held the Styx Sword and closed his eyes.

Gu Zhiyue wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, glanced at Jing Haotian without leaving any traces, and sealed her hands again.

(End of this chapter)