Swire First Immortal

Chapter 227 Kendo, I am the emperor alone!

"Zhaoyu, believe in yourself!"

Bai Qingxue stood below and said encouragingly.

Mu Jianli also needs status.

"Yes……"

Zhaoyu looked at her and Bai Wuque, and just relaxed a little.

Her sword soul level and practice realm are not low, but the talent of sword intent has nothing to do with all of this.

So, fate!
She took a deep breath, sacrificed an orange sword soul, and raised it above her head.

At this moment, her delicate body was completely bathed in the colorful radiance of the Immortal Sword.

This is Mu Jian!
But at this time, the Thousand-zhang Divine Brilliance Sword of Eternal Life fell, and the sword intent of millions of ancestors collided with her orange sword soul.

Like an ant colliding with a thousand troops!

Sword Soul and Sword Intent merge instantly.

And what the sword master has to do is to use the sword of one person to leverage millions of sword intents!

With the comprehension talent of suppressing the world, arouse the sword of eternal life!
"She is the heir of the Sword Market Sword Sect, and she should have two or three voices at the start, so she can enter the Sword Market!" Many people talked in low voices.

In this Sword Prison of Eternal Life, even the heirs of the prison master are required to participate in the Sword Muting Ceremony.

Otherwise, even if you practice in the Sword Market, you will not have an official status!

This is also a kind of kendo fairness.

"what!"

The people just started to discuss, but the girl on the altar screamed in pain, and suddenly fell limp on the ground, with the sword in her hand retracted into her body.

And the Immortal Sword was lifted upwards, rising high into the sky, its light shining on the heaven and earth, but not on the girl!
"Zhaoyu!"

Seeing this scene, Bai Wuque's expression changed.

"This child, it's a pity..." Bai Qingxue bit her red lips lightly, and sighed, "In the future, don't have any contact with her."

This scene meant that Zhao Yu's sword intent talent was extremely poor, and the Immortal Sword didn't make a sound.

This is the trial of fate!

As the heir of Jianzong, she can't even become a disciple of Jianxuan!

hum-

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators began to discuss in whispers.

"Isn't it too useless?"

"An embarrassment to her parents."

"This life is ruined."

"This woman, I heard that she has a bad temper, and relying on Jianzong's parents to be arrogant, she can't even become a disciple of Jianxu, retribution!"

Seeing such high-born children planted here, many young people feel secretly refreshed.

The Sword of Eternal Life is so realistic!

boom!
Zhaoyu was struck by lightning.

Her mind was completely blank, as if she was stupid, she looked blankly at hundreds of thousands of gloating, contemptuous, and mocking faces.

"Brother Bai..."

She turned her neck like a log, and found the man she admired among the crowd.

He used to take good care of himself, and even robbed himself of his chastity with sweet words, but he still dare not tell his parents about it.

But at this heartbreaking moment, Senior Brother Bai suddenly turned his face away, as if he didn't know him.

"The world is so cruel..."

Zhaoyu held his sword soul tremblingly, tears streaming down his face.

puff!

She pierced her own heart and fell to the ground, blood splattering the altar.

The last image of the world in her eyes is the gorgeous sword of eternal life hanging in the sky!

Its brilliance shines on thousands of miles of land and endless sword cultivators, but it does not shine on itself.

And tens of thousands of people watched all this indifferently and habitually.

"Drag the body away, next."

A calm announcement came from inside the Sword Market.

A man in black stepped onto the altar, grabbed Zhaoyu's feet, and dragged her out, staining the ground with blood.

However, no one cleaned up the blood.

If you look carefully, you can actually find that a thick layer of blood has already formed on the black altar.

For thousands of years, I don't know how many people died.

It is not cleaned now because someone will commit suicide here and bid farewell to others.

Sometimes the pressure of practice does not come from oneself, but from family, relatives, lovers...

A sword musing ceremony will determine who is superior and who is inferior in a lifetime. Many people cannot bear such a cruel trial.

It's not fragile.

It's a psychological gap!
It is brutal!
The poor have not been able to reach the sky in one step, and there is no gap.

Once the rich fall into the abyss, they will choose to die.

Everyone was indifferent to Zhao Yu's death.

But with it came greater tension!

Every young man's heart beat wildly.

Who can be sure that the next person lying on the ground and dragged away will not be himself?

"Mother..." Bai Wuque clenched his fists, his eyes were red.

"It's okay." Bai Qingxue gently held his arm, "Believe in yourself!"

"En!" Bai Wuhua nodded.

"Forget about her."

"Ok!"

Bai Wuque slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were already very hot.

Next, one by one, the young Jianxiu went up.

Some people leave, some people commit suicide.

Someone caused Jianming to ecstatically kneel on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

Life is bifurcated like this, with joys and sorrows.

And the families and families behind them, because of this bifurcation, also went to glory or decline.

This is the Immortal Sword Prison!
Belongs to the icy world of Kendo!
This is a world forged by paranoid people with swords!

……

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of people have already passed the Mu Jianli.

So far, 90.00% of the young sword cultivators have been eliminated, and it is impossible for them to set foot in the sword market in their lifetime.

The remaining [-]%, basically with less than four sword cries, become the fourth-level disciples of Jianxu Tiandi Xuanhuang, who will become the sword sect in the future and serve as the backbone of Jianxu's combat power.

Among 1 people, there are very few geniuses who can arouse five sword cries and become true disciples of Nine Nine Peak Master.

Currently only 18 people!
As long as they arouse the five sword cries, someone will immediately lead them into the Sword Market, and go directly to learn from their masters.

A true disciple, who can become the top expert in the Sword Prison of Eternal Life in the future, is the future high level of the Sword Market.

As for the six-sounding sword cry, it has not yet appeared.

"Bai Wuque!"

When that ray of light shone on the boy in white, it meant that he was about to appear on stage.

Countless people looked at him with scrutiny!
"The grandson of Lord Bai Xiao of the Sword Market!"

Among all the sword-wielders, this is already a very high status.

"Wu Que, mother wishes you to soar into the sky."

Bai Qingxue was wearing a long skirt with slits, and her long snow-white legs were visible, which meant that the flag was triumphant...

"Ok!"

Bai Wuque gritted his teeth, and rushed up to the blood-stained altar in two or three steps.

Long pain is worse than short pain!

He closed his eyes, directly sacrificed his sword soul, and pointed to the sky.

"Ancestors please review!"

In the eyes of everyone, the Sword of Eternal Life fell down, blending with its sword soul, and its brilliance intertwined!

when!
The Immortal Sword trembled for the first time, and let out an icy cry.

Hearing this first sound, Bai Wuque's heart relaxed, which meant that he didn't have to die!

Dangdangdang!

Immediately afterwards, there were four consecutive sword sounds.

Bai Wuque suddenly opened his eyes, which were red.

Five sword sounds, which means that he can be regarded as a true disciple!
Among its clans, this is the highest talent!
The Bai Qingxue below already covered her jade mouth with tears in her eyes.

Son, get through this disaster!

Mu Jianli, in the eyes of many, is a calamity of life and death!

"Is it over?" Bai Wuque had a wild thought in his heart.

Right now!
when--!
After tens of thousands of people, Immediately, the Sword of Eternal Life erupted for the first time six times.

"Six sword sounds, Taishang clears the way!"

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators shouted in unison, with awe and envy in their eyes!

For a moment, the audience shook.

"I'm the Supreme Disciple?" Bai Wuque was taken aback for a moment, and then he was ecstatic.

After that, the Sword of Eternal Life went up, and the ceremony of Mu Jian ended.

"Mother!" Bai Wuque rushed down from the altar and embraced fiercely with that big sister-like woman.

"Whole, good! Good!" Bai Qingxue burst into tears, her eyes full of excitement.

"Mother, what does this mean?" Bai Wuque asked excitedly.

"It means that you will surpass your grandfather! It means that you can lead our Bai family to a new level. One day, you will become the grand elder of the Sword Market!" Bai Qingxue said excitedly.

Really hit the ground running!
Inside and outside the Sword Market, countless people looked at their mother and son with envy!

boom!
In the direction of the sword market, a sword light suddenly shot out.

A middle-aged man in a purple robe in a Chinese dress appeared in front of their mother and son.

This person's eyebrows are like swords, his black hair is like ink, and his body is full of sword energy!
He is the strongest person Yun Xiao has ever seen so far!
The sense of oppression is much more fierce than Bai Lao from Mozhou.

"The Grand Elder, Qin Tian!"

Yun Xiao heard many people call out this name!

Their throats burn.

"He is the youngest of the group of Supreme Veterans, and there is still room for improvement in the future!"

The elder of the Sword Market Taishang, this is the figure on the clouds of the Nine Prisons Realm.

When this person appeared, Yun Xiao noticed that Ling Chen's eyes beside him suddenly became much colder, and there was a deep killing intent in his eyes.

"Wu Que!" Qin Tian looked at him with burning eyes, "I intend to accept you as my disciple, are you willing?"

Bai Wuque was still a little stunned, but his mother pushed him and made him kneel down.

"Disciple Wuque, pay homage to your mentor!" Bai Wuque said excitedly.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

He and Zhaoyu, one climbed to heaven, and the other went to hell.

The world is so realistic.

"Okay!" Qin Tian smiled with satisfaction.

And the people around cast envious eyes one after another.

"Wu Que, brother is happy for you."

Behind Qin Tian came another young man in purple.

He has a straight nose and deep eyes. It seems that Chengfu is much deeper than Bai Wuque.

"Brother Luo." Bai Wuque cupped his hands and smiled.

The two laughed heartily.

Everyone is in awe and envy them.

Only Ling Chen was murderous toward the 'Qin Tian and Qin Luo' father and son.

"Ling Chen!"

Before the excitement ended, the person in charge of the Sword Market called out the next name.

"Brother Ling, it's up to you." Yun Xiao said.

"Watch." Ling Chen's tone was flat, but he seemed very confident.

When he stepped onto the altar, few people looked at him at all.

People were still envious of Bai Wuque, while he and his mother were talking and laughing happily with Qin Tian and his son.

"Ling Chen?"

Qin Luo suddenly heard this name and couldn't help turning around to look.

"He hasn't played to death yet?" Qin Tian said lightly.

"Father, sword practice is so boring, it's not easy to have a toy." Qin Luo smiled.

"Your remarks are like a brainless villain." Qin Tian said.

"The problem is, his sword bone is gone, and only a virtual sword soul remains, can he be the protagonist?" Qin Luo said happily.

"I don't think so. After all, I abuse him every day, and I have never seen him pretend to slap his face." Bai Wuque suddenly laughed.

When everyone heard this, they smiled.

"Okay." Qin Tian didn't smile, he said seriously: "In a few days, I'll find something to blame on his parents, and then you can get rid of him quietly. This kind of poor person is alive, and it will affect your future reputation." affected."

Dead, slowly forgotten.

When they were talking, many sword cultivators looked at Ling Chen and their hearts moved.

"Why does this person's name sound familiar?"

"Ling Chen? Isn't this the good-for-nothing of the Ling family?"

"Yes! It's him!"

"Still alive?"

"This life is like a cockroach."

The spread of the name of the waste son of the Ling family attracted some attention, which was exactly what Qin Tian didn't want to see.

People, the higher they climb, the more face they need.

Qin Tian, ​​Qin Luo, and the poor son of the Ling family... When they meet together, it is easy to remind people of some past events and rumors.

"I heard that Qin Luo's heaven-defying sword bone was stripped from this waste son of the Ling family?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's all rumors!"

"The Ling family used to be a powerful clan in the Sword Market, but they have been reduced to the point where they rely on discrediting others to find a sense of existence?"

Many people looked at Ling Chen with strange expressions.

And the young man seemed to have never heard of any criticism.

He bathed in the light of the eternal life sword, walked to the middle of the altar, stepped on the blood of Zhaoyu, looked up at the sword, and the divine light appeared in his eyes.

"Your fat sheep is about to start acting aggressive." Lan Xing said with a smile.

Yun Xiao looked at the young man coldly, and said slowly: "It's okay, let him pretend a few more times and get fatter."

The natural talent of the reincarnation of the Sword Emperor Shenxiao needs to be stimulated gradually.

Otherwise, if he was beheaded by Bai Wuque in the Demon State, Yun Xiao could enjoy it directly.

The fatter you are, the better!
it has started!

I saw Ling Chen with a cold smile on his face, and under the eyes of everyone, he pointed to the sky!

Ding!
On his finger, a nine-color sword soul pierced out, bursting out with brilliant colors, competing with the immortal sword in the sky!
"Um?!"

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators, as well as the masters of swordsmanship inside the Sword Market, cast their eyes one after another, looking at the gray-robed boy in shock.

"Nine-color sword soul?"

No one has seen it!

The resonance between the Nine Colors Sword Soul and the Sword of Eternal Life immediately made many people thump in their hearts.

"What?" Qin Luo and Bai Wuque were taken aback.

But Qin Tian and Bai Qingxue already frowned.

The world was suddenly dead silent!
"The road to rebirth, open the sky here!"

Ling Chen suddenly raised his sword and pointed at the sky.

buzzing-

The Eternal Life Sword was suddenly attracted, and fell down with a bang, gathering together with the nine-color sword soul.

At that moment, it seemed as if there were nine immortal demons whose souls lingered around the sword of eternal life, causing a series of space distortions.

It was as if nine boundless universes descended!
when!
Sword of Eternal Life, let the sword sing!
Dang Dang Dang Dang!
Moments later, the Sword of Eternal Life blew five more times!

Added up, there are already six sword sounds.

"Supreme Disciple!"

Bai Wuque and Bai Qingxue were stunned, unable to believe their eyes.

Qin Tian and Qin Luo looked at each other.

A prophecy?
"Let you be playful!" Qin Tian glared at his son.

Will he give Ling Chen a chance for revenge?

of course not!

Qin Tian stood under the altar, raised his hand and a sword energy suddenly pierced Ling Chen's forehead.

When it happened suddenly, he was going to kill him immediately!

This instant kill was too fast and too fierce!
At this moment, Ling Chen suddenly laughed.

when--!
The Sword of Eternal Life, the seventh sound!
This sound shook the heavens and the earth!

"Seven sounds of the sword, the emperor star descends!"

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators were shocked on the spot, their eyes were wild, and they looked at the waste of the Ling family in disbelief.

boom!
A golden gate of sword energy suddenly opened in front of Ling Chen, directly swallowing Qin Tian's killing sword.

"The door of the prisoner is open!!"

hum-

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators were extremely fanatical, knelt on the ground like a wave, and shouted in unison: "Meet the Heavenly Sword Prisoner!"

Behind the gate of the prison master, there is a stalwart figure!

He was bathed in the pool of sword energy, and slowly raised his head to look at Qin Tian indifferently.

boom!
Qin Tian seemed to be hit by five thunders, his face was distorted, and he immediately took three steps back, his face pale.

"Son of the Emperor Star, heir of the Sword Market..."

Bai Wuque, Bai Qingxue, mother and son, their brains were buzzing, and their lips were all white.

"Father, what's the matter?" Qin Luo gritted his teeth, his eyes were red.

"Shut up!" Qin Tian roared.

"Private Elder, Qin Tian!" Ling Chen seemed to be standing on the sky, looking coldly at the middle-aged man in purple robes, "Are you scared just by this level?"

"Your sword bone is useless, how is it possible..." Qin Tian's voice trembled, his fingers trembling.

"A scrap bone, I'll give it to you." Ling Chen looked up at the sky, smiled coldly, and held his sword again, "If the scrap bone doesn't go away, how can I get the bone of the sword? Look at it!"

when--! !

Sword of Eternal Life, eight sword sounds!

boom!
Inside and outside the Sword Market, all sword cultivators went crazy.

"The son of God Haori came to the world! I will live forever in the Sword Prison, and I will become the Supreme One of the Nine Prisons!"

"The Sword Tomb will be opened for him!"

In the void, a white-haired and skinny old man suddenly appeared, standing above the clouds, looking at Ling Chen with tears in his eyes.

"It's the old man with bones guarding the tomb, he's here!"

"I didn't expect that in my life, I could see this legendary old man with bones with my own eyes!"

In the Sword Market, countless sword repairmen came out with their swords!

Outside the Sword Market, hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators knelt down!
They looked at Ling Chen, the Prisoner's Gate and the old man with bones, their minds were already bursting with awe!

"Ling Chen! God Son Haori!"

Such cheers resounded through the Sword Market at this moment.

Soon it will resound through the Sword Prison of Eternal Life!

Qin Tian, ​​Bai Qingxue and the others were stuck on the ground like logs, their eyes cracked and bleeding.

Just when Qin Tian was about to kneel down, Ling Chen suddenly laughed.
He said leisurely: "Hey, hey, just this, did you scare you?"

"what……"

Millions of sword cultivators are paralyzed.

Are there any more?
They stared blankly at the eternal sword.

And at this moment, Ling Chen held up the nine-color sword soul high, like a real immortal reincarnated.

"Sword Dao, I, Ling Chen, am the only emperor!"

"I am invincible!"

"Invincible in the world, invincible in the sky! Invincible in the universe! Invincible in the past!"

The voice just fell.

when--! ! !
The Sword of Eternal Life erupted with its ninth ring.

At that moment, it seemed that the entire Nine Prison Realm fell into mourning.

"Sword Banished Immortal, descended to the mortal world..."

Everyone was stunned.

Only Ling Chen smiled.

Of course, Yun Xiao also laughed.

(End of this chapter)