Immortals of the End Times

"We sword cultivators do not ask about origins, but only about the sword in our hands."

Faced with Li Qingxiao's question, Mo Wenjian snorted coldly, "When you meet a swordsman, you must present your sword; to judge a person is to judge their sword! Nephew Li, you are too attached to appearances."

He suddenly flicked his sword finger, and with just the sword energy emanating from his finger, he suddenly drew a mysterious trajectory in the air.

As the sword energy trembled, the continuous thunderous sounds from before reappeared, even rolling in like towering waves, awe-inspiring and terrifying.

"The Canglang Sword Technique!" Li Qingxiao and the other sword cultivators all paled.

"Junior Nephew Li!"

Mo Wenjian said calmly, "As a sword cultivator, you should understand what kind of mindset and character one must possess to master the Thunderous Sword Qi."

Thunderous Sound is not a righteous and grand path, and cannot be comprehended; those who can 'endure Thunderous Sound' are certainly not mediocre!

Li Qingxia was immediately struck dumb, clenched her fists, and fell silent.

Indeed, as the chief of Penglai Sword Pavilion, he only recently ate a sword fruit obtained from the Sword Tomb by Penglai Sword Sect, and then entered the Thunder Pool, exhausting all his resources, before he could barely comprehend the Sword Qi Thunder Sound.

He understood the reasoning behind it.

Mo Wenjian turned his head and spoke to Zhao Wuji with a friendly expression: "Young friend, if you have nowhere to go after you come out of the Sword Tomb, you can use this jade slip as a token to come to my Qilin Sword Sect to discuss swordsmanship."

Zhao Wuji examined the sword-shaped jade slip that was handed to him. He scanned it with his divine sense and found that it even contained the recommendation and verification of the Qilin Sword Sect. He immediately said respectfully, "Thank you for your kindness, elder."

In any case, being able to enter the Sword Tomb this time can be considered as receiving face from the elder of the Qilin Sword Sect.

As the leader of Beiyun Dizhou, the fact that the Qilin Sword Sect is valued by its elders is a testament to its excellent connections.

"It has to be my precious junior nephew who's amazing. He's a born swordsman prodigy. I could tell back when I was competing with Junior Sister Hua for him."

Seeing Zhao Wuji so proud, Yan Lan felt a surge of pride and excitement.

At this moment, Li Qingxiao and the others also made way, and Lan Canghai quickly put away the spirit boat. The three of them quickly entered the canyon below.

Mo Wenjian stroked his beard and watched Zhao Wuji leave, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

This young man possesses astonishing talent in swordsmanship; even in this degenerate age, he was able to comprehend "Sword Qi Thunder Sound" outside of sword-cultivation sects.

If one is born during a time of abundant spiritual energy, one will surely become a direct descendant of the Qilin Sword Sect.

Unfortunately, resources are scarce now, and the sect's patriarch has been in seclusion for many years. Even if he extends an olive branch to recruit this young man and he passes through numerous tests, it will be difficult for him to obtain the core inheritance.

"Unless spiritual energy revives, the Ancestor emerges from seclusion, and personally makes an exception to accept disciples, otherwise..."

He sighed inwardly and beckoned his disciple: "Investigate the origins of this Zhao Wuji, especially his entanglement with Haishan Cave Heaven."

Having said that, he glanced at the swirling mist at the entrance to the Sword Tomb and murmured, "Let's see how far this boy can go in the Sword Tomb. After the sword energy and thunderous sound, there comes the differentiation of sword light. If this boy can comprehend it..."

Inside the Sword Tomb, as Zhao Wuji passed through the misty canyon, a sudden clearing appeared before him.

Thirty-six reef islands hang like stars in the sky, surrounding the seven main islands to form a vast sword formation.

The vast sea reflected the island's shadow, and in the shimmering waves, it outlined the silhouette of a giant sword that stretched across the sky.

"The Big Dipper Sword Formation"

Yan Lan's expression was solemn. "It is said that only sword cultivators who have cultivated to the stage of sword qi transforming into rainbows can pass through the outermost sub-island."

To enter the main island, one must take another step forward, or else be forced back by the sword intent.

Zhao Wuji made hand seals to cast a formation spell, focusing intently on observing the operational patterns of the sword formation from all directions.

I felt that the Big Dipper Sword Formation was indeed profound and extensive.

It may seem ordinary, but it is actually the simplest of truths.

With thirty-six Tiangang auxiliary islands and seven Beidou main islands as the core of the formation, it remains unchanged in the face of all changes.

The different sword intents and flying swords on each island form ever-changing array patterns with immense destructive power.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and he suddenly pointed to three reef islands arranged in a triangular shape in the northeast: "The sword intents of the three islands of Tianshang, Tianli, and Tianjie are mutually supportive. We need to attack from here first."

"Okay! Let's go!"

Yan Lan had no doubt about Zhao Wuji's words about being a prodigy in both formations and swordsmanship.

The three of them walked in a triangular formation, with Lan Canghai leading the way as a shield.

They hadn't gone far.

"Wow!!"

Suddenly, thousands of water jets exploded on the sea surface.

Every drop of seawater carried a sharp sword intent, pouring down like a torrential rain!

"The sword intent of dripping water: water dripping wears away stone, tenacious and unyielding, continuous and inexhaustible!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and he casually made a hand seal.

The most basic sword energy is used to create a net of flowers to neutralize the attack, simulating a rain of sword energy and sword intent.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword suddenly transformed into a net of sword rain as fine as silk threads.

The moment the sword net collided with the rain-drip sword, it produced a metallic clang, catching all the rain-drip swords.

Upon seeing this, Yan Lan immediately activated the Hunyuan Sword.

The Primordial Sword Qi shot out from the Primordial Sword, sometimes transforming into crimson flames, sometimes into flying clouds, shaking the incoming water sword into water mist.

"Lan Canghai, go scout ahead."

Under Zhao Wuji's command, Lan Canghai unleashed his natal flying sword.

The three quickly broke through the encirclement and soon approached the island.

The moment the sword light touched the reefs of Tianshang Island, the entire island suddenly trembled, and seven bronze sword energies burst forth from the cracks in the rocks, weaving into a net in the air.

"puff!"

Caught off guard, Lan Canghai's shoulder was instantly pierced.

Even more bizarrely, green patina spread at a visible speed from the wound, and in the blink of an eye, it had eroded half of his arm.

"The Heavenly Wound Sword is rusty?"

Yan Lan's pupils contracted sharply. She transformed her Hunyuan Sword into a rainbow and swept it horizontally, the crimson flames scorching the spreading rust into blue smoke.

But Lan Canghai's entire arm was stiff and hung down like bronze covered in green patina.

Zhao Wuji pressed his fingers together on Lan Canghai's brow, and the blue light of his medical technique traveled down along the meridians.

The bronze rust was actually consuming spiritual energy and growing stronger, and it had already spread to the heart meridian.

"Such domineering and eerie sword intent."

His eyes suddenly flashed, and with a hand seal, eighteen blood-fiend needles flew out.

The air was instantly filled with a bloodthirsty, corrosive aura, carrying a sense of danger.

"This is."

Yan Lan immediately recognized the Blood Fiend Needle Sword.

But then, needles and swords, like streaks of scarlet meteors, pierced into Lan Canghai's major acupoints.

As the needle's tail trembled, wisps of bronze mist were forced out of the body and devoured by the Blood Fiend Needle Sword.

Some of the bronze sword mist even condensed into tiny sword shadows in the air, fighting against the Blood Fiend Needle Sword.

However, it was quickly devoured by the Heavenly Tribulation Turbidity within the Blood Fiend Needle Sword, causing a trace of cyan rust to appear on the outer edge of the sword's turbid yellow aura, moving around like a living thing.

Inside the Yin-Yang Bead, the proficiency in swordsmanship immediately increased by more than ten points.

Swordsmanship: Masterful (139/3000)

"Not bad, it actually absorbed the sword rust. In the future, my Blood Fiend Needle Sword will also be able to release the Heavenly Wound Sword Rust!"

Zhao Wuji looked satisfied.

The rust from the sword inside Lan Canghai's body was forced out, and his arm returned to normal, except for eighteen small holes from corrosion on his body.

"Nephew, your methods are truly impressive."

Yan Lan's phoenix eyes brightened slightly, her red lips parted slightly, and her tone was full of admiration.

"Taking you into the Sword Tomb is so much fun!"

She lightly touched Zhao Wuji's shoulder with her slender fingers, smiling broadly.

"Swordsmanship, formations, healing—he's proficient in everything!"

"Let's go! Let's get past these three outer islands first!"

As soon as Zhao Wuji finished speaking, a blood-red needle-sword flashed out in an instant, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, as he made a hand seal.

Each sword light precisely pierced the weak points of the bronze sword shadows, and the sound of metal shattering exploded like a sudden rainstorm.

The three figures quickly broke through the encirclement and swept past.

Just as they were about to break through to the sub-island.

The three islands suddenly roared.

Three different ancient swords suddenly flew out from the three rock crevices, piercing the air with astonishing sword intent, forming a three-element formation.

Where the sword's edge points.

The bronze sword, Heavenly Wound, burst forth with rust.

The Heavenly Swift Sword condensed into a forest of ice crystal swords.

The Heavenly Sword unleashed countless invisible sword energies.

It came crashing down from all directions!

"Crimson Flame Sword Lotus!"

Yan Lan shouted, and the Hunyuan Sword hummed and spun, its sword patterns lighting up.

The crimson light at the sword tip surged, splitting into eighty-one fire lotuses in the air, which collided violently with the ice crystal sword forest.

Lan Canghai, standing to the side, was also struggling to resist the invisible sword energy that surged like a tidal wave.

"Is it really that hard to break through the outer perimeter?"

Yan Lan's expression changed as she watched the sword lotus and the ice crystal sword forest collide fiercely and become locked in a stalemate.

It was felt that the sword energy emitted by this ancient sword was no longer simply the power of the ancient sword itself, but was connected with the sword formation.

"To break these three ancient swords, brute force alone is not enough; one must match or surpass them in sword intent in order to overcome them!"

Amid the shockwave of the explosion, Zhao Wuji calmly spoke, his sleeves billowing as he pointed two fingers together at his brow.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, three core divine senses erupted simultaneously.

The three divine powers of Ice Sword, Blood Sword, and Halberd Shadow instantly merged into the Blood Fiend Needle Sword, and the needle sword instantly transformed into three strands.

Like a rainbow piercing the sun, or a river of blood stretching across the sky, it thrust towards the three bronze swords.

"clang!!"

The moment the three sword intents collided.

The three ancient swords cried out in unison and retreated. Immediately, an illusion appeared before Zhao Wuji's eyes, showing three sword cultivators practicing sword control techniques in different regions.

"I see!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly awoke with a start, filled with awe.

These three ancient swords contain sword intent, which was formed from the remnant soul of a sword cultivator who merged with the sword intent back then.

The saying goes, "As long as the sword is there, the person is there; if the sword is gone, the person is gone."

The spiritual energy is depleted in this degenerate age.

These sword cultivators, unwilling to let their cultivation go to waste, died and vanished without leaving a trace in this world.

He then forged the sword with his own body and transformed his soul into the sword; the sword's body was the human body, and the sword's intent was the human soul.

"Excuse me, seniors!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal and drew his sword, pointing it directly at his eyes, his eyes bright and sharp as swords.

Following the Blood Fiend Needle Sword, the Cold Soul Sword pierced the core of the Three Talents Sword Formation of the three ancient swords like lightning.

The sword trembled and emitted a continuous thunderous sound, causing the sword marks on the three nearby sub-islands to light up faintly at the same time.

Several disciples of the Penglai Sword Pavilion, trapped in the formation of other secondary islands not far away, looked up in astonishment.

Above Tianli Island, the Thunderous Sword Qi surged forward like waves, tearing a gap in the Three Talents Sword Formation.

He was able to fight against three swordsmen alone, displaying astonishing sword intent.

"Sword energy with thunderous sound? Or is it a continuous, thunderous sword aura?"

A wounded disciple of the Penglai Sword Pavilion murmured, "When did such a terrifying swordsman appear outside? Could it be one of the sword masters of the Qilin Sword Sect?"

"break!"

Zhao Wuji gave a low shout.

The three ancient swords suddenly emitted a clear and melodious cry, and flew back to their respective islands on their own, embedding themselves deeply into the rock crevices.

The sword intent vanished instantly on the sea surface.

The ancient sword marks on the three secondary islands simultaneously emitted light.

From within the cracks in the reef, three small, sword-shaped azure fruits, activated by sword energy, slowly floated into the air. "Sword Dao Fruits!" Yan Lan exclaimed in delight. "These can help sword cultivators comprehend sword intent; they are extremely rare outside the Sword Tomb."

Zhao Wuji took a picture of the fruit and examined it closely.

The fruit peel has naturally formed sword-like patterns and emits a refreshing fragrance, seemingly containing an astonishing sword intent.

He handed one to Yan Lan: "Uncle-Master, please take this to regulate your breathing. Let's rest for a bit and then try again."

As for Lan Canghai, he could only watch longingly.

After the two consumed the Sword Dao Fruit, Zhao Wuji felt the sword intent surging within his sea of ​​consciousness.

The silver river of divine consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness was continuously condensed under the refinement of sword intent.

The trajectory of the sword formation just now appeared as clearly as a star map.

The three sword lights rearranged themselves in his mind, vaguely forming a more exquisite sword formation, which helped him quickly comprehend the Three Talents Sword Formation he had just learned.

Swordsmanship: Masterful (228/3000)

The message that appeared from the Yin-Yang Pearl filled him with joy.

This sword fruit is indeed powerful, and it greatly benefits one's understanding of swordsmanship.

Given his current level of swordsmanship, it would be very difficult for him to improve his proficiency even slightly on a regular basis.

Not to mention a one-time boost of nearly 100 points.

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over the three sword fruits, and with a slight movement of his divine sense, he sensed that the sword intent among them was largely the same.

Taking another pill will only slightly refine one's spiritual awareness; it will have little effect on improving one's swordsmanship.

"Let's save the third one for Peak Master Hua."

He flipped his hand to put away the last sword fruit and turned his gaze to the sword formation in the distance.

"Let's go find some other sword fruits!"

Zhao Wuji opened his eyes, pointed his sword at the air, and the newly comprehended sword energy poured out like flowing clouds and water, actually evolving into the Three Talents Sword Formation in mid-air, revealing its sharpness in the changes of offense and defense!

"Sword intent"

He seemed to be deep in thought, his eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and his divine sense burst forth like a sword!
"Qiang!"

The reef ten zhang away suddenly split open, its cross-section as smooth as a mirror!
He used his eyes as swords to cleave rocks from a distance!
"Using eyes as swords?!"

Yan Lan woke up at that moment, and upon seeing this, her beautiful eyes widened and her red lips parted slightly.

"This is the realm that sword cultivators dream of!"

Zhao Wuji shook his head and smiled, the divine light in his eyes fading:

"Still a long way off."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, the divine light in his eyes fading, and his gaze turned to the four connected secondary islands in the distance. "The sword formations of the four islands of Tiankui, Tiangang, Tianji, and Tiangu are more complex, but what I just learned from breaking the formation is just right to verify my new understanding. Let's go!"

He felt that he had come to the right place this time, the Sword Tomb.

Even if he ultimately fails to find the isolated island controlled by the fungus demon, the different sword fruits he obtains from navigating the sword formation alone could potentially improve his swordsmanship by more than half after just one round.

“Nephew, the outer perimeter is already this difficult. If it weren’t for you, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to get through the secondary island and obtain the sword fruit even if I had just dealt with an ancient sword!”

Yan Lan shook her head and laughed, "Master Uncle's swordsmanship talent is not as strong as Junior Sister Hua's. It seems that he has overestimated himself. I will accompany you for a while longer, and then you can venture into the main island on your own!"

If it were anyone else, given her naturally outspoken nature, she would definitely have shamelessly persisted.

But if the object is a good junior apprentice, then it's a different story. She only hopes that Zhao Wuji will be better, but she doesn't want to be a burden.

"Alright! Senior Uncle, you follow me for now, go wherever you can! Try to get as much benefit as possible!"

Zhao Wuji did not insist.

In this Sword Tomb, unless one's cultivation level is high enough to completely suppress the entire Heavenly Dipper Sword Formation, one can only break the formation according to the 'rules'. It's not something Yan Lan, with her high cultivation level, can force her way through.

The rules are the understanding of the way of the sword, the height of one's own sword intent and sword control.

Zhao Wuji's swordsmanship and sword intent far surpassed the 'rules' of these outer islands, which enabled him to lead Yan Lan through the trials.

Other sword cultivators wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing; they would only dare to venture into one island at a time and deal with one ancient sword.

However, as Zhao Wuji led Yan Lan through the outer islands, conquering several islands at once, they actually felt some challenges and their swordsmanship proficiency improved rapidly.

However, if this situation were to occur on the main island, the outcome would obviously be different.

Meanwhile, in the Azure Netherworld Cave.

General Gu Xiu knelt on one knee at the edge of the blood pool, bowed his head and said in a deep voice, "My lord, I am incompetent and have failed to bring Yan Lan back."

The newly appointed Lord of Linlang Cave, Zhao Wuji, suddenly appeared, possessing formidable strength. His subordinates were not confident they could complete the mission even with Yan Lan joining forces with him.

In the pool of blood, Huang Chang's pale face appeared, his vertical pupils slightly opening and closing, and his turbid yellow aura moved like a venomous snake: "Oh? That kid only broke through to the Condensation Realm not long ago, yet he can make you feel troubled?"

"This child is now in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but his spiritual sense and swordsmanship are exceptionally strong, even able to suppress Lan Canghai, who is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

General Gu Xiu's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice grew increasingly solemn. "What's even more suspicious is that there were two other Nascent Soul cultivators hiding their true identities, assisting him in breaking the formation."

One of them was using a magical artifact called the Netherworld White Bone Claw, which looked remarkably like the White Bone Cave Master's Guardian Cauldron.

"The Lord of the White Bone Cave?"

The blood pool suddenly churned violently, and Huang Chang's half-aged face abruptly emerged from the water: "Isn't this person already following Ancestor Tiannan? Are you sure it's him?"

"I dare not make a definitive statement."

General Gu Xiu lowered his head and said, "But that person did indeed use the methods of the 'Mysterious Yin White Bone Path'."

Why would Wei Ding assist Zhao Wuji? Unless…

"Unless the Tiannan Ancestor is also allied with this new Lord of the Linglang Cave."

Huang Shang narrowed his eyes, "...If it really was the Old Ancestor of Tiannan who came in person, you wouldn't have been able to come back at all."

General Gu Xiu suddenly remembered something and said urgently, "I have observed that Zhao Wuji's Cold Soul Flying Sword is completely different from Tiannan Ancestor's Blood Fiend Flying Sword."

An ancient cultivator in a corner said coldly, "I have fought with Ancestor Tiannan. He is very terrifying, but at that time he only showed the strength of the early stage of the Condensation Realm."

The new master of Linlang Cave, Zhao Wuji, was probably also in the early stage of the Condensation Realm at that time.

If this person is truly the Heavenly Southern Ancestor in disguise, or if the Heavenly Southern Ancestor is Zhao Wuji's hidden identity, then this Zhao Wuji will only be more terrifying.”

The blood pool suddenly fell into an eerie stillness. Huang Chang coldly asked, "Has Yan Lan gone into the Sword Tomb now?"

General Gu Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head, saying, "My lord, I am incompetent!"

"Enough!" A cold glint appeared in Huang Chang's eyes. "With the emergence of the mysterious Zhao Wuji, you really can't take down Yan Lan."

"That brat is out of control. Now I just hope she doesn't use the Sea-Suppressing Stele inside the Sword Tomb!"

"otherwise."

His gaze was like a knife, piercing into the distance:
"Once the dragon soul beneath the Dragon Abyss on Tianquan Island is disturbed..."

"That's the real trouble!"

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days later.

Inside the Sword Tomb, Zhao Wuji had already led Yan Lan through all the outer sub-islands.

For the past ten days or so, the sword energy and thunderous sounds have been incessant, like thunderbolts exploding from the heavens, shaking the thirty-six sub-islands.

The thunderous roar shook the heavens, startling many sword cultivators who were undergoing training. Even the sword cultivators who were cultivating in seclusion on the main island were alarmed and turned their heads to look.

The sword cultivators on the secondary island were all seething with hatred.

This fellow has clearly mastered the Sword Qi Thunder Sound, yet he stubbornly stays on the outskirts, roaring with thunder all day long, sweeping across the islands like a show-off, and competing with them for resources.

Isn't this blatant provocation?!

The few sword cultivators on the main island were initially shocked by Lei Yin's extraordinary swordsmanship, but now they are filled with astonishment and disdain.

They've already unleashed a torrent of sword energy and thunderous sounds, yet they're still lingering in the outer area for so long. Aren't they ashamed?

Zhao Wuji could have entered the main island long ago, but he took Yan Lan to tour all the side islands, mainly to find the isolated island controlled by the fungus demon.

However, they ended up acquiring eighteen sword fruits along the way, almost sweeping through the resources of the secondary island.

He consumed most of the sword fruit.

The magical information appearing on the Yin-Yang Bead indicated that the user had mastered the technique beyond the halfway mark: "Swordsmanship: Masterful (1689/3000)".

However, Lan Canghai, who acted as a shield, was already covered in injuries, and even lost an arm.

After Zhao Wuji reconnected it, it continued to be used.

At this moment, the three of them finally arrived at the last secondary island.

Tianqiao Island.

The island is shaped like an inverted giant sword.

The island was covered with sword marks, each one containing a sharp sword intent.

“Nephew, Tianqiao Island is said to be the most difficult to cross. Its sword intent is unpredictable and ever-changing. Even disciples of Penglai Sword Pavilion and Qilin Sword Sect rarely manage to cross it.”

Yan Lan's expression was solemn, and the Hunyuan Sword beside him trembled slightly, clearly sensing the pressure of the sword intent on the island.

Zhao Wuji glanced at the sword marks on the island and said calmly, "The sword intent on this island is indeed special. It cannot be broken by brute force, but requires skill to overcome skill. The great way is simple."

Before he finished speaking, sword marks on the island suddenly lit up.

The sword formation is activated.

A sword aura, as nimble as a swimming fish, suddenly emerged from the crevice, carrying with it countless other sword energies that flew out of the crevice like swimming fish.

They intertwined in mid-air to form an invisible sword net, covering the entire island.

"Here it comes!" Yan Lan shouted, and the Hunyuan Sword transformed into a crimson rainbow, heading towards the sword net.

However, the moment her sword energy touched the sword net, it was drawn away by a strange force.

It vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

"Hmm?" Yan Lan frowned and tried to activate the sword technique again, but was still swallowed by the sword net.

“Uncle Master, the sword intent of this island emphasizes ‘overcoming the hard with the soft.’ Although your Hunyuan Sword is strong, it is more forceful than versatile.”

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and raised his hand.

The Cold Soul Sword suddenly split into eighty-one sword lights, each as light as a wisp of silk, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air.

"The sword light splits apart?" Yan Lan asked in surprise.

"No, this is still 'sword energy turning into silk'."

Zhao Wuji laughed and said, "Steel tempered a hundred times can be as soft as silk wrapped around a finger, and four ounces can move a thousand pounds."

Before he finished speaking, eighty-one sword lights suddenly scattered.

Like a spider web, it wrapped around the invisible sword net, resonating with it and attaching itself to it.

Let him be strong, the bright moon shines over the great river; let him be arrogant, the gentle breeze caresses the mountain ridge!
"Kakakaka!!"

The sword net crumbled inch by inch, turning into countless tiny sword energies, which were completely devoured by Zhao Wuji's sword light.

A small sword, as nimble as a swimming fish, instantly retracted into the crevice of the rocks on Tianqiao Island.

"boom!"

Just then, in the center of Tianqiao Island.

A dazzling sword light shot into the sky, transforming into a crystal-clear sword fruit that hovered in mid-air.

"The sword fruit from Tianqiao Island!" Yan Lan's beautiful eyes lit up.

Zhao Wuji raised his hand and took the sword fruit, sensing the sword intent within it. He nodded in satisfaction: "This fruit contains the Dao of 'skillful swordsmanship.' It may not be very effective for me, but it can still supplement some of the variations in swordsmanship."

He smiled at Yan Lan and said, "Uncle-Master, shall we eat together?"

Yan Lan blinked her phoenix eyes and parted her red lips slightly: "What's there to ask?"

These days, whenever Zhao Wuji doesn't find a sword fruit particularly useful, the two of them always share one.

She has a straightforward personality; if you really let her eat as much as she wants, she might pretend to be reserved.

But if it's just sharing a sword fruit with my junior apprentice.

Yan Lan took the sword fruit that Zhao Wuji had already taken two bites of, and without hesitation, she parted her lips slightly and swallowed it in one gulp.

Half an hour later.

Zhao Wuji then refined half of the sword fruit, and sword intent surged in his sea of ​​consciousness, causing the Yin-Yang Bead panel to jump again.

Swordsmanship: Masterful (1699/3000)

He waited another half hour before Yan Lan finally refined the sword fruit. The Hunyuan Sword flew out and transformed into an eight-zhang sword rainbow.

However, to comprehend the sword energy thunderous sound, she needs to comprehend the nine-zhang sword rainbow, and then condense the sword rainbow into a one-zhang height before it is possible.

"Boom!"

Just then, a deafening sword cry and thunderous sound suddenly came from Yuheng Island, which is located in the direction of the seven main islands in the distance!

A magnificent sword light, as swift as lightning, shot up from Yuheng Island and stretched across the sky!
"Sword Qi Thunder Sound!" Yan Lan exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Wuji's gaze sharpened as he looked towards the main island, a slight smile playing on his lips: "It seems our recent commotion has been too great, already causing dissatisfaction among some sword cultivators on the main island."

(End of this chapter)