Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 412: One pearl, one world; one sword, two heavens!

Borrow a sword and break the path.

There are many sword cultivators in the world like carp crossing the river, but the Qingyun Immortal Sect is like a natural chasm standing in front of countless people.

If you want to practice swordsmanship, you can’t avoid the Qingyun Immortal Sect.

When it comes to swordsmanship, you can’t surpass the Qingyun Immortal Sect.

Even someone as strong as Meng Haoran felt that he was no match for the Qingyun Immortal Sect in terms of swordsmanship.

For countless years, the Qingyun Immortal Sect has indeed suppressed the immortals and swordsmen like the Great Dao, causing countless people to lose the desire to win.

"Can you lend me my sword?"

On the bank of the river, someone spoke softly and looked down at the long sword in his hand.

The long sword vibrated, as if telling something.

At this moment, it was not just a sword that was ringing.

Thousand handles.

Thousands of handles!

Kendo has spirit.

The swordsman has spirit.

Without breaking the way of Qingyun Immortal Sect, no swordsman in the world can raise his head.

Without breaking the way of Qingyun Immortal Sect, no sword in the world can raise its head!
People can bow their heads, but what about swords?

"Om-"

A green sword flew up into the sky, straight into the sky.

"Haoran Academy Xun Lin borrows his sword!"

"Haoran Academy Meng Haoran, I want to borrow your sword."

Meng Haoran laughed loudly, and the sword light seemed endless, converging upwards.

He not only borrowed the sword, he also borrowed the mighty sword intent that he had cultivated for countless years!

In everyone's eyes, when Meng Haoran lent out his long sword and sword intent, the power of sword in his body was clearly surging and breaking through!

The practice of swordsmanship is about sharpness and competition. At this time, gathering endless sword light to compete with Qingyun Immortal Sect is to hone the practice of swordsmanship!

"Zhao Chenyang is willing to lend me his sword!"

"Master Zhang, please take Zuo Xiao's sword—"

"go."

Countless voices rang out, and long swords flew straight up into the sky, gathering into long dragons and rushing towards the Qingyun Immortal Sect.

At the beginning, there were more than ten swords, but in a moment the number reached ten thousand.

One hundred thousand sword lights.

Still gathering!

On Qingyun Mountain, the swords in the hands of the disciples were vibrating softly.

Countless disciples held their swords, their expressions changing.

Most of the disciples are ordinary people. Their talents and cultivation can only be regarded as elites among their peers, but they cannot compete with those true geniuses.

In their eyes, people like Mu Lingxiao and the sword immortal seniors in the sect are like the sun hanging high in the sky, which they can only look up to.

But today, the water droplets and ordinary swords have gathered together to form a huge star hanging high in the sky, ready to compete with the sword art of the Qingyun Immortal Sect.

This big star represents countless ordinary practitioners.

Just like themselves...

"Om-"

On Qingyun Mountain, a green long sword rang loudly, and the sword edge condensed with brilliant light and shadow.

The power of the entire Qingyun Immortal Sect's mountain protection formation is combined with this sword, and the overwhelming sword intent seems to directly shatter the sky!
Qingyun Sword!
The Qingyun Immortal Sect’s guardian sword, the Qingyun Sword!

The mysterious immortal cloud patterns that are impossible to look directly at, the sharp light that is so bright that it can shatter the void, and the power that carries the power of heaven and earth and the foundation of a sect's great formation, all show that this immortal sword is so extraordinary.

It is truly a rare magical sword in the world!
Zhang Yuan stood at the forefront of the tide, a smile on his face.

I'm afraid the Master couldn't have imagined that Zhang Yuan could force out the Qingyun Sword of the Qingyun Immortal Sect?
At this point in the situation, whether to fight or to unite is no longer in the hands of the Master, nor is it in the hands of the Qingyun Immortal Sect.

At this point, all control power is in the hands of Zhang Yuan and countless ordinary practitioners!
In front of the main hall of Qingyun Immortal Sect, Wuyunzi held a green sword in his hand with a solemn expression.

Dozens of sect elders around him all had sword lights flowing around them, and their sword intent was in harmony with the long sword.

"Master, do you really want to take this sword?"

In front of Wu Yunzi, the black-robed old man who had reached the peak of the Dragon Elephant level spoke softly.

The others all had complicated expressions.

The sword light gathered above the sky made them feel uneasy.

"I can refuse this sword, but I cannot refuse the Qingyun Sword."

Wu Yunzi raised his head, his eyes gleaming with intelligence.

Qingyun Sword. The Qingyun Immortal Sect's guardian sword, this sword possesses a spirit, a sharp edge, and a proud aura.

With millions of ants fighting against it, will Qingyun Sword retreat?
"Om-"

In Wu Yunzi's hand, the Qingyun Sword flew up into the sky, carrying with it a cloud of sword light, and crashed into the big star in the sky.

"Qingyun Sword!"

"The Qingyun Sword actually took the initiative to counter this sword!"

Countless exclamations were heard, and countless people looked up, staring at the sword light that went straight up into the sky.

The huge star hanging high in the sky, which was formed by countless water droplets and sword weapons, also fell down at this time and collided with the Qingyun Sword.

"Dangdangdang——"

The sound of swords clashing was as loud as rain.

On both sides of the river, countless people trembled and fell to the ground.

Sword energy was floating around them and their blood was surging.

But every practitioner who sat down on the ground had endless brilliance in his eyes!

Use your own sword and sword intent to fight against the immortal sword, and feel the power of the immortal sword as vast as the way of heaven.

Even a touch of one ten-thousandth of a breath is an indescribable opportunity for these ordinary practitioners.

Looking at the vast ocean, you will realize the vastness of the sky.

The immortal sword is like the vast ocean and sky. Only by experiencing it yourself can you know the greatness of the sword art in the world!
The long swords fell and the water drops scattered.

No sword can stop the Qingyun Sword.

No sword can stop the Qingyun Immortal Sword, which condenses the power of the entire Qingyun Immortal Sect's formation and the power of the sect's strong men.

All ordinary people are like ants.

But even ants fight!

The sound of swords clashing continued, and the big star water droplets and swords in the sky not only did not disperse, but gathered more and more.

"Om-"

Above the Qingyun Immortal Sect, several long swords flew into the sky.

In front of the main hall, a Grandmaster shouted angrily, "How dare you—"

Before he finished speaking, countless swords all over the mountains and on Qingyun Mountain flew into the sky and merged into the big star, colliding with the Qingyun Sword.

The disciples of Qingyun Immortal Sect also want this opportunity and want to draw their swords to fight against the Heavenly Dao!

On the nine-story platform, the expressions of the sect elders in front of Wu Yunzi changed.

Wu Yunzi showed a bit of dejection on his face and sighed softly.

“As the river rolls on, so too does the world move forward.”

"Even if we are just ants, we still have the desire to fight for the truth..."

He looked up at the sky and watched the Qingyun Sword collide with the big star countless times.

In the distance, a long river was rolling. Zhang Yuan had already walked from five hundred miles away to a hundred miles in front of Qingyun Mountain.

The only person who accompanied him was Meng Haoran.

Above the sky, countless water droplets and swords that had gathered fell, leaving only scattered pieces.

One by one, the practitioners sat down on both sides of the river, and within a thousand miles of Qingyun Mountain, they sat cross-legged, surrounded by blood and sword energy.

This is the feeling.

Some people even had an epiphany.

The sword light in the sky has dimmed, but the sword light within a thousand miles is becoming brighter and brighter.

"boom--"

In the sky, Meng Haoran’s sword intent and sword light fell.

His body trembled, his steps stopped, and the sword light on his body floated and swayed, as if a volcano suppressed to the extreme was about to rise.

Zhang Yuan looked up at the sky.

A drop of water is suspended, hanging opposite the Qingyun Sword.

With the Qingyun Sword below, there is the support of the Qingyun Immortal Sect's formation and the power of the sect's powerful men.

That drop of water casts a faint light and shadow under the sunlight.

Zhang Yuan raised his hand gently.

Behind him, the scroll of the cave sky was turning over.

In his hand, the Yunmeng fan slowly opened.

Above the sky, the water droplets became more and more dazzling.

One pearl, one world; one sword, two heavens!

　I owe the leader an extra chapter. I’ll remember it and make up for it when I have time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)