My Ares Son-in-Law

Chapter 4917 Opening the Sword Ancestor Cave

"Who is he?"

"How strong is he?"

"Spirit level? Real person level? Grandmaster level, or king level?"

"I don't know! It seems like every time he makes a move, it gives people a huge shock!"

"All we know now is that one of his subordinates may have reached the level of a real person! Because he killed a high-level spiritual person in one move!"

The so-called third level of the spiritual sea among ordinary people is a high-grade spiritual person.

Mo Zhai's actual realm is the ninth level of the spiritual sea, that is, a top-level master! But the outside world doesn’t know that.

……

The Spirit Clan, a certain holy land for cultivation.

Murong Ge completed his months-long retreat and finally headed outside.

Walking on the road, she seemed to be the most dazzling existence in the world.

She is young, beautiful, powerful and talented, making it impossible to look away.

Her face is like the purest snowflakes in the snow, beautiful and cold. The eyes are as bright as stars, deep and bright.

Her figure is graceful and elegant, like an elegant white swan dancing on the ice field. Her long hair is as smooth as ice silk and flutters in the wind, as if it is the most moving poem in winter.

"Look, Murong Ge is out of seclusion!"

"I really don't know what she is after. Her talent is so terrifying, she has received so many resources, and she has such a good master, but she still practices like crazy."

"Yes, you are so beautiful, how can other people live?"

"In this world now, the only young warriors who can deal with the Saint Slayer are Murong Ge and Yang Yong, right?"

"Isn't that right? The Saint Slaughterer has been making a lot of noise recently, and his disciple Xiao Chen was able to refine an eighth-level poison, defeated Yao Wujing, and even refused the invitation of the Divine Medical Hall. It's really He is as crazy as the Saint Slaughterer."

call out!
  A cold wind blew in my face.

The warrior who spoke suddenly felt as if his whole body was freezing.

"It's so cold!"

He was horrified to find that Murong Ge had appeared in front of him at some point.

"Did you just say Xiao Chen?"

Murong Ge asked.

Naturally, she had heard of the Saint Slaughter, but she was not interested in him. Even though the Saint Slaughter was extremely talented and powerful, there was always only one person in her heart, and that was Xiao Chen.

It was the benefactor who had domineeringly rescued her as an orphan.

"Yes...yes!"

The warrior was trembling so much that he even stuttered when speaking in front of Murong Ge.

"Is this Xiao Chen the secular God of War King Xiao Chen?" Murong Ge asked again.

"Yes!"

The warrior replied.

"Where is he?" Murong Ge asked.

"Holy Mountain, Tranquility City, I heard that he has offended the Lord of the Holy Mountain, and the Lord of the Holy Mountain is going to send someone to kill him. I am afraid that the Saint Slaughterer will not be able to protect him this time."

The warrior added.

"No one can kill him, Lord of the Holy Mountain? Looking for death!"

Murong Ge practiced martial arts in order to one day become Xiao Chen's right-hand man.

Now, Xiao Chen has come to Guhai, and she can't wait to see him.

If someone dared to take action against Xiao Chen, she would kill that person even if she had to sacrifice everything.

Without telling anyone, Murong Ge left the Spirit Clan and headed for the Holy Mountain. The higher-ups of the Spirit Clan who knew about this were really angry, but since Murong Ge had now become the top master of the Spirit Clan and a candidate for the future clan leader, they couldn't do anything.

What's more, as Murong Ge, no one can say anything when he goes out for a walk.

"Lingxuan, you follow Murong Ge secretly. If necessary, sacrifice yourself to protect her. She is the future of the Spiritual Clan!"

The leader of the Spirit Tribe, Murong Ge’s master, called a warrior and gave instructions.

"My subordinates will definitely live up to their orders!"

Lingxuan set off immediately without any hesitation.

In a large ethnic group, many people are destined to be others' foils, even tools or stepping stones.

Lingxuan had it all figured out, at least she knew what she was doing and what she was for. Many people might have lost their lives inexplicably without even understanding why they were born.

……

Holy Mountain, Tranquility City, Wang Family.

Xiao Chen has already started practicing.

He entered the Immortal Mansion and came to the Sword Ancestor Cave Mansion.

The ten swords combined finally opened the cave here.

With anxious yet respectful thoughts, he pushed open the stone door of the cave.

call out!
  At that moment, a sword light flew towards him, as fast as lightning. Xiao Chen didn't expect to be attacked as soon as he opened the door. He didn't have time to think about it, so he tried his best to dodge.

Fortunately, his Wind Step has been practiced to an almost superb level, and his speed is astonishingly fast.

The steps of the wind are as fast as lightning and as fast as the violent wind.

In this endless darkness, it turns into an illusory light, like a brave traveler crossing the vastness of the desert and over the steep mountains and rivers.

Every step is like jumping in the long river of time, instantly passing through the obstacles of space, projecting the walker's figure to the other side of the world.

With the activation of Wind Step, a powerful air current instantly rose from the ground, like thousands of giant dragons tumbling, as if cheering for this brave traveler.

The sand grains on the ground were rolled up, forming small whirlwinds, like groups of small tornadoes. They followed the pace of the Wind Steps crazily, forming a magnificent landscape.

But even with such terrifying body skills and such terrifying spells, he still couldn't avoid this astonishing sword.

puff!
  The sword light directly penetrated Xiao Chen's body and pierced Xiao Chen's waist.

A strong stinging sensation hit him, and Xiao Chen almost fainted from the pain.

You know, he is a warrior and a veteran. He has experienced countless lives and deaths. Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to suffer this kind of pain.

But this sword was still unbearable for him.

But something strange happened.

He stared blankly at his waist. The sword light had clearly penetrated his body, but he did not see any wounds.

The pain was definitely real, but it was strange that there was no visible wound at this time.

"Humph, you still have some qualifications!"

A cold snort came, and someone walked out of Jianzu Cave.

An old man.

Sword Ancestor!

In the long river of time, he is an eternal star, shining brightly, and has become more tenacious after going through wind and rain.

He is that legendary being. Although the years have carved deep wrinkles on his face, his eyes are still sharp, like the cold stars on an autumn night, full of unique charm.

His clothes are like a long history, witnessing his struggle against time and his persistence in martial arts.

He was wearing an ancient sword robe, which had accompanied him for countless years. The sword robe is embroidered with various forms of swords, some with teeth and claws, and some with lowered eyebrows and smiles, just like a vivid picture of the soul of the sword.

Each sword seems to tell a story from the past. Those battles, those victories, and those failures are all condensed on this sword robe.

(End of this chapter)