From the fake emperor to the concubine

The Lihuo Sword seemed to have flames flowing on it, and flames shot up into the sky.

The red sword light was like a living thing, surging and spitting out, burning the air within a few feet of the surrounding area and causing it to distort. The patterns on the sword were faintly visible in the flames, emitting a terrifying pressure.

Liehuo swung down casually, and the flaming sword body instantly split a monster into two.

Wherever the sword passed, the air made a sharp explosion sound. The monster didn't even have time to scream. Its tough body was more fragile than a piece of white paper under the blade of the Lihuo Sword.

The monster struggled twice, and its body split in the middle and fell to both sides.

The cuts on the body glowed a strange dark red, as if they had been instantly burned and solidified by the high temperature. The blood in the monster's body had not yet flowed out before it was completely evaporated, leaving only bursts of pungent burnt smell in the air.

The wounds created by the Lihuo Sword were emitting thick smoke, and many parts were directly carbonized.

Jian Shisan could clearly see that the carbonized parts were still burning, and the fire even spread along the monster's body. This kind of fire was obviously not ordinary fire, and it could continue to burn the monster's flesh and blood.

"So awesome." Jian Shisan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on his sword. This precious sword that had accompanied him in battles for many years now seemed so ordinary.

Jian Shisan actually knew that the Lihuo Sect was refining an earth-level spiritual sword.

However, he did not take it to heart. After all, it was common for major sects to refine magic weapons, but very few could truly reach the Earth Rank.

Moreover, as a sword cultivator, Jian Shisan has always believed that no matter whether it is a magic weapon or a magical weapon, it is just an external object.

He always remembered his master's teachings: The way of sword cultivation lies in the unity of man and sword. No matter how good a sword is, it is just an extension of the body. A strong person should use himself as a sword and his will as the blade.

Only by improving your own cultivation level can you become truly powerful.

And everything that happened in the past has proved that his philosophy is correct.

Thirty years ago, he fought against many heroes with an ordinary iron sword, and fifteen years ago, he broke through all laws with his sword. All these brilliant achievements were won by his own cultivation, and he never relied on any magic weapon.

If we say that Jian Shisan is the best master in Eastern Wilderness, it may be a bit of an exaggeration.

After all, the Eastern Wilderness is vast, and there are countless hidden masters.

However, no one would object to saying that he is the number one swordsman in the Eastern Wilderness.

But after you can see the Lihuo Sword.

Jian Shisan's faith in the Tao actually began to waver.

The burning sword intent seemed to burn away the beliefs he had held on to for many years.

He suddenly realized that he might have made a fatal mistake. His excessive focus on "not relying on external things" actually limited his own development.

With such a terrifying magic weapon, Liehuo didn't even use his own cultivation. Just relying on the power of the Earth-level spirit sword, he was able to kill a monster so easily.

Jian Shisan clearly saw that the spiritual power fluctuations when Liehuo swung the sword were not strong, and it was obvious that he did not use his full strength. However, the destructive power caused by such a casual blow was as powerful as 30% of his sword energy.

If he had accepted Liehuo's challenge before...

Now that I think about it, if I had accepted the challenge at that time, what chances would I have of winning against this Lihuo Sword?

"Earth-level...Spiritual Sword!"

Not to mention Jian Shisan, even the Eye Demon in the sky felt the power of this Earth-grade spirit sword.

The huge eyeball suspended in the clouds shrank violently, and the blood-red pupil locked onto the Lihuo Sword. The tentacles around the eye twisted restlessly, full of greed.

Although the extraterritorial demons cannot use things like magical weapons, their devouring instinct can not only devour the extraterritorial demons.

They can devour anything that carries power, whether it is spiritual herbs and plants, or magical weapons and treasures.

To the Eye Demon, this sword containing the essence of earth and fire is simply a delicious delicacy.

Given the quality of this Lihuo Sword, if I could devour it, perhaps I could go even further.

"Hand over the sword!"

The voice of the extraterritorial demon suddenly exploded in Liehuo's consciousness.

That voice was like thousands of steel needles piercing into the mind at the same time, carrying an irresistible will.

Liehuo only felt a sharp pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, and his eyes suddenly turned blood red.

Liehuo, who was feeling very proud just now, obviously did not expect this.

His originally high-spirited expression froze in an instant, veins bulged on his forehead, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble uncontrollably.

The flame on the Lihuo Sword flickered, showing that its owner's current state was extremely unstable.

His face turned pale instantly, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. He was so shaky that he almost fell down.

"Hold still, I'll help you!"

Zheng Yi rushed forward, pressing his palm against Liehuo's back to support him and prevent him from falling.

He felt the chaotic aura in Liehuo's body, and Zheng Yi immediately transformed his own spiritual power into a trickle and injected it into his meridians to help nourish his injured consciousness, while protecting him from being attacked by the Eye Demon again.

This kind of confrontation at the spiritual level is the most dangerous, and any carelessness will result in serious damage to the foundation.

They finally got an expert to help, but if he gets hurt by the extraterritorial demon because of carelessness, wouldn’t they be in great loss?

While Zheng Yi was treating Liehuo's injuries, Jian Shisan was not idle either. He tried his best to resist the attacks of those monsters and buy time for the two of them.

His sword moves became more and more fierce, and each sword move was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air.

Although he had very little spiritual power left in his body, Jian Shisan relied on his exquisite swordsmanship to build an impenetrable sword net in front of him.

The monster's limbs kept flying and blood splattered everywhere.

While dealing with those monsters, Jian Shisan was also busy talking: "Hmph, still the same as before, easily underestimated the enemy."

There was a hint of mockery in his tone. Seeing his old rival suffer a defeat, Jian Shisan felt extremely happy.

"You are not unaware of how powerful the demons from outside the realm are. You didn't even know how to guard your spiritual sense, and they took advantage of you."

While Jian Shisan was speaking, he killed two more monsters, but his movements were obviously slower than before.

He gritted his teeth secretly and forced himself to stay awake. If he fell down at this moment, all three of them would have to die here.

Liehuo, who was healing with the help of Zheng Yi, immediately retorted: "I am not like you hypocrites, who appear to be righteous on the surface, but in their hearts they are calculating against others."

Although he was harsh in his words, Liehuo knew in his heart that Jian Shisan was right. He was indeed careless just now.

At this moment, the spiritual power in his body was in disorder. If Zheng Yi had not helped him in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

"Hey, big brother, could you please stop talking at this time?" Zheng Yi was so depressed while he was using his internal energy to heal his injuries.

This guy actually got into a fight with someone.

Zheng Yi wanted to give each of these two old guys a slap on the face. They were still bickering at this hour, even more ignorant than children.

Fortunately, he had the Immaculate Human Emperor Body, so he didn't have to worry about the backlash of spiritual energy. His spiritual power was like the purest spring water, which could perfectly harmonize the fire attribute spiritual power that was running wild in Liehuo's body.

If this were an ordinary monk, both of them might be injured again.

Liehuo also realized that he was too impulsive.

He and Jian Shisan are old rivals and lifelong enemies.

The grudge between the two dates back to two hundred years ago. At that time, Liehuo was still an inconspicuous disciple of the Lihuo Sect, while Jian Shisan was already a sword genius famous in the East Desert.

During a battle for a secret realm, the two men became enemies and have been at odds ever since.

Whenever they meet, they either have a big argument or end up fighting to see who is better.

Or they can just fight to see who is better.

Jian Shisan has a solid foundation in cultivation and his swordsmanship has reached perfection. Each of his moves contains the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

Although Liehuo looks like a rough man, what he is best at is using various magical weapons.

From explosive talismans to various magic weapons, from mechanical puppets to poisonous smoke weapons, there is nothing he can't use.

Every time they fight, he can come up with something new, making Jian Shisan unable to defend himself.

The martial arts of their Lihuo Sect are also the most suitable for refining magical instruments.

Not only can he refine magic weapons, but he can also perfectly integrate his own spiritual power with magic weapons. An ordinary magic weapon in Liehuo's hands can often exert extraordinary power.

Therefore, most of the battles between the two people end in a draw.

But when the winner can be determined, Jian Shisan is basically the winner.

How could the proud and arrogant Liehuo tolerate this?
In order to defeat this old rival, he became almost obsessed with the pursuit of greater power.

It was precisely because of this that Liehuo spared no effort in expending a great deal of manpower and resources, and spent a full hundred years before he finally perfected the Earth-level spiritual sword, the Lihuo Sword.

But Liehuo was also very depressed. He lowered his head and stared at the Lihuo Sword in his hand, which was dancing with red flames. The flames flowing on the sword reflected his gloomy face.

This magical weapon, which took so much effort to refine, should have shown its power today, so that Jian Shisan, who always had the upper hand over him, could see it for himself.

But it was only the first time that his precious Lihuo Sword made its debut, and before he had a chance to wreak havoc on everyone, he was ambushed by the Eye Demon and nearly suffered a great loss.

Thinking of this, Liehuo felt a tightness in his chest.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword. The Lihuo Sword seemed to sense its master's emotions. The flame on the sword flickered and made a slight buzzing sound.

Realizing that he was in a bad mood, Liehuo quickly stabilized his breathing, and Lihuo Sword also gradually calmed down.

"I'm sorry, I was just impulsive. Thank you for your help, little brother. I, Lihuo Sect, am very grateful and will never treat you unfairly in the future."

Liehuo tried hard to force a smile, but it seemed particularly forced because his spiritual consciousness was damaged.

Although he still didn't shut up, this time he carefully controlled the fire and Zheng Yi's spiritual energy was not affected.

Zheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer having to deal with the two people's bickering. He concentrated on guiding his spiritual power and built a protective net in Liehuo's body, temporarily isolating the spiritual erosion of the extraterritorial demon.

"You better survive first." Zheng Yi said unhappily.

This guy's consciousness was severely damaged. Even if he can escape alive this time, he will need to recuperate for at least ten years.

Zheng Yi shook his head secretly. With Liehuo's current state, it would be good if he could exert 30% of his usual strength.

Originally, Zheng Yi and Jian Shisan were both unable to deal with these monsters.

Now Zheng Yi has to treat Liehuo, and only Jian Shisan is left, so the fight is naturally becoming more difficult.

Jian Shisan's breathing became heavier, and every swing of the sword was like dragging a heavy object. His robes were already soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his body.

The wet clothes were covered with dust, making Jian Shisan look very disheveled.

"Are you guys done over there?" Jian Shisan urged.

If he wasn't about to collapse, he would never have spoken given his personality.

He barely managed to swing out a slash of sword energy and repel a monster that was charging at him.

His voice was terribly hoarse, like the sound of sandpaper rubbing against each other. The sword energy was much weaker than it was in its heyday, leaving only a shallow scar on the monster's body.

He was now consuming too much, and the spiritual energy in his body was almost exhausted. His meridians were tingling from the excessive pressure, and the knuckles of his right hand holding the sword had already broken, and blood was slowly flowing down the hilt.

The sword energy was so weak that it could not kill the monsters.

Barely fighting them off was the limit of what Jian Shisan could do.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay awake. Double vision began to appear in front of his eyes, and those hideous monsters seemed to have multiplied into countless numbers, rushing in from all directions.

In fact, there is a better way now.

Zheng Yi's gaze shifted back and forth between Jian Shisan and Liehuo.

Jian Shisan is already at the end of his strength, and although Liehuo was seriously injured, he still has the strength to fight.

However, his swordsmanship is definitely no match for Jian Shisan.

If the Lihuo Sword was in Jian Shisan's hands, it could exert at least ten times or even greater power.

Zheng Yi couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if Jian Shisan used the Lihuo Sword.

The exquisite swordsmanship, coupled with the power of the earth-level spirit sword, might really turn the tide of the battle. Maybe he could kill all the monsters by himself.

This thought flashed through Zheng Yi's mind. Then he smiled bitterly and shook his head. This was simply impossible.

The Lihuo Sword was forged with great effort by Liehuo over hundreds of years. This kind of sword, which is related to the fortune of an entire sect, would not be easily handed over to outsiders even if he died here.

"It will be fine soon!" Zheng Yi hurriedly comforted Jian Shisan and stepped up to urge his spiritual energy to treat the fire.

Time was running out, and Zheng Yi only managed to stabilize Liehuo's consciousness temporarily before withdrawing his hand.

He took a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although he failed to completely heal Liehuo's injuries, he at least restored his basic fighting ability.

At this moment, there was a crisp ding sound.

The crisp sound was particularly harsh in the chaotic battlefield, causing Zheng Yi's heart to jump. Looking in the direction of the sound, a silver light drew a desolate trajectory in the air.

It turned out to be Jian Shisan's flying sword, which was bounced away by the monster's sharp claws.

The flying sword that had accompanied Jian Shisan in battle for many years was covered with fine cracks on the sword body, reflecting the last faint cold light in the sunlight.

It wasn't a particularly powerful magic weapon in itself, and after a series of battles and suffering such a heavy blow, it actually broke into two pieces in mid-air.

The broken sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound. (End of this chapter)