Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 1043 Qingyu Sword Immortal
For three whole days, Jiang Mo has been undergoing tests.

At this moment, he was covered in scars and dripping with blood.

Although he didn't see the owner of that misty voice, Jiang Mo felt that this person's sword practice might have reached the emperor level!

Terrible!
However, because of this, Jiang Mo's perception of the way of the sword has been continuously improved under this man's brutality.

At this moment, in the nothingness, there is a pair of eyes that have been watching Jiang Mo.

He doesn't know how many years he has existed.

"This little guy has some adventures. He turned out to be a reincarnated strong man. In his previous life, he should have reached the realm of Emperor Wu." The voice murmured.

Surprisingly, when he uttered the words "The Realm of Emperor Wudi", his voice didn't fluctuate in the slightest, as if he was saying something very ordinary.

In fact, with his title of Sword Immortal of Qingyu, the realm of Emperor Wudi, to him, is indeed commonplace.

Jiang Mo resisted the all-pervasive and terrifying sword intent, tempered by that sword intent, he felt as if he had transformed into a sword that could split the world!

"You are very good, you have passed my test. Are you willing to inherit my mantle?" The voice came slowly.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo's body shook and he nodded immediately.

In his perception, this person's swordsmanship and martial arts realm are extremely terrifying, and just a trace of illusory power can give Jiang Mo a big headache.

If the deity comes, it will probably be even more terrifying.

After Jiang Mo nodded, a torrent of white sword energy descended from the sky and enveloped his body.

A series of white light spots poured into Jiang Mo's body.

He closed his eyes and sensed that countless sword intents merged into his body.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Mo slowly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, two bright rays of light shot out from his eyes, which were as thick as the real sword intent!
Even the eyes of reincarnation seemed to be tempered by the sword intent.

"This Zhuxian sword, the body of the sword has been destroyed, but the soul of the sword is still there, so I will give it to you as well. Treat it as a fortune!"

When that figure came, Jiang Mo's whole body trembled.

Execution Sword?
Isn't that the artifact in ancient legends?

Could it be that the sword in front of him is Zhu Xian Sword?

Jiang Mo took a few deep breaths, looked at the sword body in front of him, and was extremely shocked.

Boo!
Just when Jiang Mo was shocked, he heard the sound of a divine bird screaming from the sword body, and suddenly there was an extremely hot wave emanating from the sword body.

In the next moment, a big bird with a whole body burning with fiery flames broke through the sword body and floated in front of Jiang Mo.

"This is the sword spirit of Zhuxian Sword, Suzaku!"

Qingyu Sword Immortal spoke slowly, this Zhuxian sword has been with him for endless years, and now, he has found a suitable heir, and he is also relieved.

The Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword trembled, and then burst into a ray of light. The Vermilion Bird, under Jiang Mo's gaze, flew into the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword.

Sword Soul needs to find the sword of the host to be able to survive.

However, the Immortal Execution Sword has been destroyed. If it continues to drag on, even the Sword Soul Suzaku may disappear in this world.

Therefore, under the instruction of Sword Immortal Qingyu, Suzaku was also parasitic in Jiang Mo's Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword.

boom!
Following Suzaku's separation, the swords of the swords were also shaken suddenly, and there was a faint tendency to shatter.

"Okay, Good Fortune has been given to you. I hope that in the future, I won't insult my name as Qingyu Sword Immortal." From above, that voice came slowly.

Jiang Mo nodded with a respectful expression. There is a sword book in his mind at the moment.

It's called Qinglian Sword Code.

It was taught to him by the Qingyu Sword Immortal, and it is what the other party has learned all his life.

This great kindness can be described as very heavy.

"Thank you, Senior Sword Immortal, for your generous gift!" Jiang Mo said in a deep voice.

At this moment, the Suzaku Sword Soul was merging with the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword, and the fiery flames swept away, making the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword tremble crazily.

hum, hum, hum!

At a certain moment, Jiang Mo sensed the terrifying sword intent emanating from the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword, and his face suddenly burst into ecstasy.

"This, the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword, has stepped into the level of a fairy weapon?!"

Jiang Mo was overjoyed when he sensed the extraordinaryness of the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword.

The Suzaku Sword Soul was previously parasitic in the Zhuxian Sword, and it was extremely powerful. Now, taking over the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword will naturally bring about an improvement in the rank of the host.

Jiang Mo bowed to the Qingyu Sword Immortal again. During this trip, he not only got the Suzaku Sword Soul, but also the Qingyu Sword Immortal's inheritance and the Qinglian Sword Manual.

Now, Jiang Mo's swordsmanship has entered the seventh realm.

With a single strike at will, a five-star martial saint can be killed.

……

"You, Yaoyang Sect, are a silver-level power after all, and you have no shame in attacking my bronze-level power." After Zuo Yuan took Zhang Muyang's palm forcefully, a big mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and he retreated wildly.

"Hmph, how dare an ant-like existence dare to speak nonsense in front of me?" Zhang Muyang's figure flickered and his momentum was overwhelming.

"Hehe, as suzerain, it's really not embarrassing to take action against an ordinary disciple of a bronze-level force." Zuo Yuan snorted coldly.

He knew that it would be difficult to escape today.

Most of the one hundred elite shadow wolves were beheaded by the people of Yaoyang Sect, and dozens of void magic stones were also snatched away by them.

Zuo Yuan only hates that his strength is inferior to others.

He can't even protect his own brother.

"Don't worry, when I find your bullshit pavilion master, I will kill him. In this way, you won't be alone on the road to Huangquan! Humph!" Zhang Muyang said with a sneer.

Zuo Yuan and the others are no match for him at the realm of an eight-star martial saint.

"Shameless old dog!" Zuo Yuan scolded angrily and sighed, "Pavilion Master, Zuo Yuan is about to disappoint your expectations."

"Go to hell, ants!"

Zhang Muyang patted it with his big hand, as if a flame was rising, causing the ground to be burned.

At this moment, Zuo Yuan felt that his whole body was imprisoned, unable to move at all.

puff.

Blood spurted from his mouth, his clothes were burned, and even his skin began to turn into coke.

Just when Zuo Yuan was heartbroken, an angry roar suddenly came from behind.

"Old dog of Yaoyang Sect, today, I want all of you to be buried with me!"

Jiang Mo's figure moved from far to near, and his figure moved rapidly, like a thunderbolt.

Seeing so many elites being killed by Zhang Muyang and others, he couldn't help feeling furious.

This Muyang actually took advantage of his absence to attack the people in Zhentian Pavilion!

Just looking for death!
"Hehe, it's just in time for you to be buried here today!" Jiang Mo cursed, which immediately ignited Zhang Muyang's anger.

When Zuo Yuan saw Jiang Mo, his eyes suddenly showed hope. At the critical moment, the pavilion master came to save them.

(End of this chapter)