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Chapter 52
Jiang Jianxin was suspended in the air, looking at the young man in front of her with complicated eyes. She sighed:
"It's really you."

Previously, her left arm was cut off in the Eight Directions Soul-Devouring Formation. The person with the broken arm looked like Ji Changqing, and Jiang Jianxin thought it was just an illusion.

However, the illusion was later broken by her, but the injury on her left arm did not heal. She felt something was wrong at that time.

Later, Xie Yan was attacked. The attacker held two swords, one of which meant "Wait" and the other meant "Stop". Such representative names were hard for Jiang Jian to imagine that Ji Changqing would have such a similar name.

Now that she had destroyed the wind blades, cut off the insect nests, and reached the center of the city, it was not surprising for her to see this person.

Jiang Jianxin did not take action first, but asked slowly:

"I don't understand, Brother, why you have become like this today. I once thought... we would never stand on opposite sides."

She looked at the exceptionally bright black flag on the peach tree in the center of the city. It was surrounded by black air and even had distorted and distorted faces, clearly having sucked a lot of blood.

Jiang Jianxin frowned and asked sternly:
"You've killed so many people, committed such a brutal and heinous act—Brother, is your once pure swordsmanship truly still there?"

Ji Changqing sneered and said slowly:
"Kenshin, what is the use of this thing? Can it bring me the power I want?"

He stared at Jiang Jianxin deeply, as if he was looking at his own shameful past.

Ji Changqing said with a fierce look:

"I entered the immortal sect at the age of eight. I was born with a sword heart and was able to become a disciple of the Long Ying Sword Master."

"Lord Changying treats me like her own son. When I was ten years old and I was building my foundation, she said that I would become the best swordsman in the future."

"The results of it……"

"Everything changed from the moment you became my junior sister."

He pulled the muscles on his face with a forced smile and said slowly:

"I joined the sect at the age of four, achieved Golden Core at the age of seven, reached a half-step to Divine Transformation at the age of nine, and inherited the title of Changying Jun and became the new Sword Master at the age of eleven."

Ji Changqing shook his head:

"Junior sister, oh junior sister, you are such a genius, you really make people hate you."

Jiang Jianxin pursed her lips and looked at him, then said slowly:
"But you're not bad either. A natural swordsman is very helpful in breaking through realms. It only took you two years to advance from entry level to foundation building, and later, it took you eight years to reach the Golden Core stage. Compared to other senior brothers and sisters in the peak who are still in the foundation building stage in their twenties and thirties, you are also a genius."

Ji Changqing just sneered:
"You don't understand at all. Your arrival has almost taken away all the care that Chang Ying-jun has for me."

"Ever since you revealed your talent, Master has been planning your future day and night. All of my share of secret realm training was given to you. Master even stopped teaching me swordsmanship so often and instead watched over your training every day."

"When I was twelve years old, you gave me the chance to obtain the ancient divine weapon and gave me two newly forged swords instead."

Looking at his senior brother's face full of anger and humiliation, Jiang Jianxin was speechless and said after a while:
"I was able to enter the Sword Tomb because I realized the way of the sword, and you didn't figure it out until I left the Sword Tomb... I fought for it myself, so why are you so angry?"

"As for Master's attitude... I think she wants to be fair. However, as the Sword Master, her time is limited. I've made rapid breakthroughs and improved my swordsmanship, so she inevitably has to worry more about my new swordsmanship. This isn't Master's fault."

Ji Changqing laughed loudly upon hearing this:
"How can those who are favored perceive injustice? Junior Sister, you are a peerless genius praised by the entire cultivation world. You have no idea that all other geniuses are like rats in the gutter in front of you, crying with envy at the resources they can never obtain in their lifetime."

"Everyone hopes that you will become stagnant, fall into the mire or lose your stamina, and become lost in the crowd, so that they can make a huge joke... But you just guard your sword and climb higher and higher..."

"You have an extraordinary state of mind, extraordinary sword power, and the favor of the entire sect. Heaven has given you all of this... What an enviable talent... You are truly the envy of others."

Seeing his crazy expression and the black demonic energy emanating from his body, Jiang Jianxin picked up her sword and said calmly:

"Brother, you have developed a demon in your heart and have become obsessed."

"I am not good at sophistry. If you insist, then use my sword."

After she finished speaking, she swung her sword, and the white sword energy swept away with a whistling wind.

Ji Changqing waved his hand, and a blood shield rose up. The two forces counteracted each other, making a heavy "bang" sound.

The sword energy failed to break the shield, and the blood shield began to boil after receiving the sword.

Jiang Jianxin looked ahead in surprise. Dusk was falling, and the last ray of sunset in the sky was swallowed by the surging demonic clouds.

Scarlet spells were wrapped around Ji Changqing's knuckles, and there seemed to be a strong wind swirling around him.

"A hundred years of seeking, a day of breaking through."

Jiang Jianxin frowned and shook his head.

She brushed her fingers across the spine of the Tangguang sword, and the sword body hummed and vibrated, reflecting Ji Changqing's distorted face.

"Mountain flowers, sea trees, swords reflecting neon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Tangguang Sword turned into a stream of light and flew through the air, carrying with it circles of white sword energy.

"Little tricks."

Ji Changqing released the scarlet rune, and thousands of peach petals suddenly flew up, forming a sky-covering magic barrier in the air.

The moment the sword energy collided with the demonic barrier, several nearby buildings collapsed and glass fragments fell.

"go--"

Ji Changqing waved his sleeves and said.

"boom----"

The earth suddenly shook violently, the soul-sucking formation lit up, and the twisted ghost-faced peach vines broke out of the ground.

The skin of these peach vines has a spooky, ghostly air, and the flower buds at the top open into giant mouths full of sharp teeth.

"puff----"

Jiang Jianxin spun around to avoid being strangled by the vines, but several strands of his hair were cut off by the ghost energy.

The vines were growing with great force, and the formation was still emitting a cold light on the ground.

Jiang Jianxin didn't want to waste time fighting with the vines, so he took out the nutrient solution and poured a bottle directly into it, then pinched his fingers and said:
"rise!"

The Tangguang Sword suddenly split into twelve phantoms that drilled into the earth veins in all directions, and the entire city was filled with the clear sound of swords.

The rust on the tiles and the dust in the door knocker began to vibrate, and every metal particle was responding to the call of the ancient spiritual sword [Tangguang].

"Forge the sword into the soul, gather the iron into the spirit."

Jiang Jianxin closed his eyes and drew sword gestures in the air.

"Om——"

"Om——"

"Om——"

In Zhenbei City, the broken hoe was reshaped into a Yuchang sword, the rusty kitchen knife was sharpened and turned into a ring-handled sword, and even the silver needles left in the sewing box burst out with cold sword energy and stood up to become ox-hair thin swords.

"Ten Thousand Swords——"

Jiang Jianxin shouted loudly, using all his spiritual energy.

"Chao Zong!"

The last two words turned into materialized sound waves that swept across the long street, and all the suspended metal creations completed their final transformation at the same time.

Tens of thousands of swords of various shapes were tempered and sharpened in the rising moonlight, and fell down in a torrential rain of swords.

(End of this chapter)