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Chapter 639: Lively Sword Pond

"Junior Brother Feng?" Bu Jingyun hesitated.

He already knew the prophecy that the clay Buddha had made to Xiongba.

[How can a golden fish stay in a pond? Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will turn into a dragon. The dragon's roar in the sky will shock the world, and it will dive underwater when wind and clouds meet.]

【Success is a storm, failure is a storm】

"Yes, only your destiny can restrain Xiongba." Jian Tan said, "【Peerless Sword】【Xueyin Kuangdao】can complement your destiny respectively."

"When you get the [Peerless Sword] and see Nie Feng in person, you will understand."

"Why don't you leave?" Bu Jingyun asked.

"I want to protect you before you get the [Peerless Sword] and Nie Feng arrives." Jian Tan said.

"Is the [Peerless Sword] only one step away? It can be activated at any time." Bu Jingyunteng stopped and saw Jian Tan nodded, "Then let's go now."

"Brother Yun, besides you and Jian Tan, don't we also have Duan Lang?" Chu Chu asked.

"No need." Bu Jingyun did not stop and said in a deep voice, "He will follow by himself. He will never allow any sword to overshadow the sharpness of [Huo Lin]."

"Get out of the way!" Facing the person who blocked his way, Bu Jingyun knocked him away with a palm.

Soon, another person blocking the road appeared.

The man was dressed in white, holding a sword that exuded a righteous aura and looked very familiar to him.

"Jingyun." The visitor said kindly.

"Jian Chen." The depression between Bu Jingyun's brows dissipated a little.

He and Jian Chen have known each other since childhood.

He was saved by the uncle in black, also known as Wuming.

Uncle Black wanted him to become Master Buxu's disciple and let go of his hatred, so he escaped from there and went to Tianxiahui.

"Long time no see." Jian Chen said with some regret.

In his opinion, Bu Jingyun was more talented than him in using sword.

Even with just one glance, Jingyun learned [Inexplicable Sorrow] and defeated him with it.

"The sword festival is tomorrow."

"Even if it's you, Jingyun, I won't let you pass."

"And precisely because it's you, Jingyun, I will not let you go astray and use unfair means to get it."

"Boy, you are wrong." Jian Tan interrupted, "It's not us who are doing wrong, it's Baijian Villa who is doing wrong."

"They want to use our blood as a sacrifice to give birth to the [Peerless Sword]."

Jian Chen looked at Bu Jingyun. He didn't believe what Jian Tan said.

Seeing Bu Jingyun nod, he stepped aside and said, "Then I want to go with you."

"Do you think I would lie?" Jian Tan muttered a few words. He tapped his toes lightly, raised his head and saw the endless stairs, which he passed by in one swoop.

The news of the few people soon reached Aotian's ears. Unlike his panic, the Sword Demon just grinned and laughed, "As expected of a sword greedy man, he can't even stand a moment and wants to take the sword. I thought he had changed. Let's go and find Duanlang."

"Lord Sword Demon, Duan Lang has also gone to the Sword Pond." A guard said hurriedly.

"Okay, very good." The Sword Demon laughed, "Then go and inform Madam Ao."

Inside the sword pool.

"What a great sword pool." Jian Tan exclaimed, "This underground fire has never been extinguished since the day Baijian Villa was built. I'm afraid that even with my inner energy, I can only hold out for a moment if I want to protect my body."

"What a big sword." Chu Chu was surprised.

As soon as they entered, they saw a giant sword several dozen meters high with the blade pointing downwards into the ground.

Around the giant sword, there are small swords of similar shape inserted upside down, but upon closer inspection, you can see small swords of different styles, some are shining, some are ordinary, some are slender and elegant, and some are sinister. They are connected to the giant sword with black chains, as if they were one.

Of course, they are not actually small, and are just the right size for normal people to use.

"Everyone, please stay," a man holding a sword walked out from behind the high platform, "I am Wen Nu, the sword slave guarding the Baijian Villa. Please leave the Sword Pond Forbidden Area as soon as possible, otherwise I will kill you without mercy."

"Wen Nu," an old man appeared, "you are too rude. Jian Tan and Bu Jingyun are indispensable parts of the Sword Festival. Jian Chen is the successor of the legendary Wuming in the martial arts world. You will bring disaster to Baijian Villa by doing this."

When Wuming is mentioned, the first thing that comes to mind in the martial arts world is not that he defeated the Sword Master at a young age.

Instead, he single-handedly slaughtered almost all of the top fighters from the ten major martial arts sects, causing the martial arts world to fall into depression for a period of time.

In most people's eyes, Wuming is a demon and a killer.

"How did you recognize us?" Jian Tan frowned.

He knew that this person was Zhong Mei, a swordsmith who had spent his entire life forging swords in the sword pool but was well-known in the world.

"The only one who can be so impatient to take the sword in advance is Mr. Jian Tan, excluding his age." Zhong Mei looked at Jian Tan first, "As for Mr. Bu Jingyun, there is no need to mention him. His name, the Uncrying Death God, and his appearance have long been known throughout the martial arts world."

"And Young Master Jian Chen, the righteousness of your [Hero Sword] is too obvious."

"I have been forging swords all my life and I love to admire swords. I have heard that the Hero Sword is a top-notch divine weapon. I wonder if I could borrow it to have a look."

"Why not." Jian Chen, who had not yet become the God of War in the Destroyed Temple, was just as Wuming had expected, like the morning light of the rising sun, soft but not weak, bright but not fierce. He threw out the [Hero Sword] without hesitation.

Zhong Mei took it and carefully drew the sword from its sheath.

Suddenly, the light from the sword burst out in the sword pool, illuminating the room as if it were daytime!

"Good, good, you are worthy of being the successor of the Hero's Sword! You are worthy of being the hardest, most unyielding, most righteous and most honorable Hero's Sword in the world." Zhong Mei exclaimed.

Jian Tan also stared at the [Hero Sword].

Now that he is considered to know everything in this world, he knows how amazing this sword is.

It was forged by the great swordsman who was the ancestor of swords and kendo.

There is also an [Unexplained Sword Technique] hidden in it, and only those who are born with [Sword] affinity can obtain it.

After obtaining it, one can understand the opponent's swordsmanship in just one or two moves, and fully appreciate the essence of the opponent's swordsmanship. Then, one can use the inexplicable sword techniques to infer the progress of the opponent's swordsmanship.

If the opponent has ten sword techniques, then if you use the inexplicable sword technique to understand the true meaning of his sword technique, you can create a sword technique that is stronger than all ten - the eleventh sword.

Wuming is the successor of this sword technique. When the Sword Saint only created Sword Twenty-One, he derived Sword Twenty-Two twenty years earlier and completely broke the Twenty-One Styles of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

But unfortunately, Jian Tan’s eyes were dazzled and he couldn’t see anything.

"Mr. Jiantan." Zhong Mei suddenly said after returning the sword.

"What?" Jian Tan was a little impatient. "I really made a mistake. Just now, I realized that you, Mr. Jian Tan, actually have a good magic weapon thanks to the righteousness of the [Hero Sword]." Zhong Mei looked at the sword wrapped in cloth by Jian Tan, "However, it is a fierce weapon. Its fierce aura makes even me shudder."

"It is also because of it that the Hero's Sword, which has lost its true master, can truly show its brilliance."

"Young Master Jianchen, you have to be careful. It may not be as strong as it should be in your hands. Your perfect character has not been tempered by experience, and you do not have the same indomitable integrity as Mr. Wuming."

He glanced at Jian Chen with a hint of apology, then looked at Jian Tan impatiently, "I wonder if I could--"

"Not at this time." Jian Tan interrupted, "I need it with me right now."

"This is why my master asked me to come out and gain experience." Jian Chen said calmly, "The sword is the [Hero Sword], but I am not a hero yet."

"Good, good, good," Zhong Mei exclaimed in admiration, "If you get [Peerless], you won't need to hone yourself to be worthy of [Hero]."

"The strength of a [hero] lies in the master of the sword."

"But if we only talk about swords, the best sword in the world would be the [Peerless Sword]."

"Three generations of my Zhong family stayed in the Sword Worshiping Villa, spending all our life's efforts to forge the [Peerless Sword]. In order to make this sword perfect, we made sure that the length, width, and weight were not off by even a fraction of a second."

"God helps those who work hard. Ten years ago I finally forged this sword. I spent another ten years trying to make it better."

"Now, this sword has been tempered thousands of times and cannot be changed. It has reached perfection. Its sharpness will overshadow all other swords in the world!"

"No one can cover up the edge of [Huolin]!" An evil young man wearing a red vest suddenly appeared and flew towards the sword pool.

"With me here, you can't destroy the sword." Bu Jingyun also stepped forward and stopped Duan Lang.

"Destroy the sword?" Zhong Mei laughed dumbly, "Duan Lang, even though you and [Huolin] have become one with the sword, and are even better than the [Hero] at this moment, you can never destroy the sword."

"Since you are here too, it means that the Sword Festival will be held in advance."

"Everyone, I think you have guessed the conditions for the birth of [Peerless]."

"Of course I know. With [greed, anger and ignorance], which are called the three poisons in Buddhism, the most terrifying obsessions in the human heart, our blood will prevent it from being born." Jian Tan said this while blocking Bu Jingyun.

"Is it Xiongba?" Bu Jingyun's face darkened.

"Xiong Ba!" Duan Lang's face was distorted.

He is obviously better than Bu Jingyun, but he is treated as a horse slave by Xiongba.

But even so, he did not give up and practiced his family martial arts.

In the so-called fair and open election for the hall master, after realizing that he was more skilled in martial arts than Bu Jingyun, Xiong Ba secretly threatened him to lose to Bu Jingyun on purpose.

"Oh?" The figure of Ba Jue, who was carrying the Sword Demon like a chicken, stepped in, "Jian Tan, I didn't expect that you are stronger than the Sword Demon and can sense my breath. I want to thank you for making me sure that the birth of [Peerless] does not require Bu Jingyun to be alive."

He casually threw the Sword Demon aside, followed by Aotian, who was like a turtle and no longer had any arrogance, and Madam Ao, who no longer covered her face with a black veil but still had her charm.

"Greetings, Boss Xiong." Zhong Mei clasped her fists.

"Good, you are sensible. I allow you to live." Xiongba said.

He was not telling the truth. Even if Zhong Mei had a bad attitude, he would not kill him.

It’s just like he didn’t kill the Sword Demon, who he considered a useful talent.

[Baijian Villa] and the craftsmen therein were very useful in his eyes.

His ambition required good craftsmen.

"Why are you looking at me?" Xiong Ba said, "Duan Lang, Bu Jingyun, you should know what to do. This will allow you to live a few more breaths."

From the moment he entered the cave until now, Duan Lang, who had been looking at people with his nose up, cut a wound in a second that did not affect his movement, and blood spilled on the ground.

"You can't do anything to Bu Jingyun and me." Jian Tan said, "But we both need the birth of [Peerless]."

He and Bu Jingyun dripped blood onto the ground.

Xiongba was just about to question whether this was possible, as the blood was too far away from the sword pool. He then saw the nearly forty-meter-long dark giant sword in the center of the sword pool flashing with divine light, making it look like magma gathering into shape.

The bloodstains on the ground shone with the same light, moving like living things, and after gathering together, they flowed towards the sword pool.

The whole cave trembled.

A strong shock wave came from the blade of the giant sword.

"Good, good, good, very strong!" Xiong Ba praised, "It just so happens that my [Three-Point Divine Finger] can also be transformed into a sword technique, and I need such a strongest sword!"

Since Wuming, almost everyone in the martial arts world has practiced sword.

He is also included.

"Three points of return to vitality!"

His body is as thick as the sea, and with the blessing of his flesh, he is not afraid of any magical weapon. Only the power of Mahamudra can break it. Even such an invincible move as the Twenty-Third Sword of Destroying Heaven and Earth can only resist the true energy gathering on the surface of his body for a moment.

Unlike Jue Wushen, he specializes in hard skills to control divine weapons.

Instead, he focused on Qi, without any fancy tricks or strange abilities. All he had was an extremely strong and powerful vitality and the domineering aura that dominated the world.

Just like the three unique skills in the original version, they complement each other internally and externally, and the three elements circulate, thus achieving the natural transformation and endless life. They completely combine the length of [Wind God Leg], the fierceness of [Paiyun Palm], and the coldness of [Sky Frost Fist] into one, and cultivate unparalleled and powerful true Qi!

Faced with such a tyrant and such aura, even the scorching earth fire and the [peerless] unyielding true essence could not resist him.

However, one of them tore the cloth apart and raised the unfinished sword like a machine gun, "Avada, eat the big melon!"

Xiong Ba, who was unharmed in the raging fire like a god of fire, suddenly turned his head with a look of horror on his face, "Jian Tan!"

The green sword light at the tip of the sword did not burst out, but instead flickered at the tip like a snake's tongue.

"What is this!" Zhong Mei and Wen Nu were both shocked.

Although the sword was still a semi-finished product, its color was copper-yellow and it had "Gong Yi" engraved on it - a Buddhist Tantric mantra that symbolizes massacre, death and ruin, but it was clearly another "peerless sword".

"The magic sword [Defeat] was the original work forged by Baijian Villa with [Black Cold]. " Jian Tan said calmly, his spiritual sense still locked on Xiong Ba.

This forced Xiongba to leave the earth fire and stand on the chains.

"Impossible!" Ao Tian shook his head frantically, "If there really is such a sword, why would we need to refine [Peerless]!"

"No, Tian'er." Madam Ao shook her head. "There is a blank in the diary of the successive owners of Baijian Villa. An inexplicable blank. The origin of the perfect sword shape of [Peerless], the sword of the sword-wielding god who subdued the Qilin Demon, may be [Defeat]."

Xiongba ignored their discussion.

At this moment, the energy shield on his body was still retracted into his body, ready to protect himself from the sword light that could threaten his life.

"Jian Tan, are you after the [Peerless] true essence?" Zhong Mei's words attracted his attention. "You lost the [Sword Soul] due to your defeat, and it was your sword will that revived it. Do you want the [Peerless] true essence, which was also forged by [Black Cold], to merge with it?"

"I can give you the true essence of [Peerless Sword]." Xiong Ba thought he understood Jian Tan's intention, "as long as you hand Bu Jingyun over to me."

(End of this chapter)