Swordsman of the World

Chapter 183 The Wounded Sword Sect

In the rouge tower, there is indeed a strong aroma of shredded tobacco moisture, but it is very shallow and just right. Obviously the owner here is very good at enjoying the aroma.

Although it is four or five floors high, the middle of the place is empty, with various fence platforms built on both sides, with sheets and bedding on it, and young and beautiful women are placed there.

Those women's skin is very white, and they look a little different from ordinary people. Their eyes are aqua blue, and they should be Shui tribe women, but they are all expressionless and have a weak breath of life. They seem to have been reduced to a kung fu furnace.

And here on the first floor, there are four chairs, three women and one man are controlled on the chairs.

Isn't it Song Muqing, Yun Mengluo and Zhao Ning who disappeared for several hours?As for the fourth person, she was a woman in her 40s, whom Yang Dong didn't know, and she was probably a traveler who was murdered.

"Brother, save me..." Song Muqing was very happy when she saw Yang Dong coming, with a look of hope on her face.Yunmengluo's face was also full of anticipation.

Yang Dong didn't see the real master, but he was relieved to see that Song Muqing was fine for the time being.

He said loudly: "Using women's vital yin to heal injuries, and using them as a training furnace, you are really vicious."

"It doesn't matter if you are vicious or not. The so-called natural selection, survival of the fittest, and the weak will always be ruled. Is there any place in this world to protect them and let them have the final say?"

This voice actually came from all directions, it was a deep man's voice, a bit vicissitudes.

"People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves. In this world, only if you are strong enough will people respect you."

Yang Dong agreed deeply, and nodded: "That's true, so you are lonely."

Whoosh, in the darkness, a sharp shadow sword pierced from behind.

With a movement of Yang Dong's spiritual thought, the invisible evil spirit wrapped around the transparent dagger, barely blocking it.

After the transparent dagger blocked it, the shadow sword stuck to the transparent dagger.

"Oh~" The voice was a little elongated, and he said in surprise: "You still have this kind of transparent fetal jade, hum, it's interesting."

"Don't play tricks, you just hide in the dark, right?" Yang Dong said, turning around slowly.

"Ahem..." Sure enough, there was a pale man in the darkness, dressed in black, staring at Yang Dong coldly, and then walked out.

His is very special, there is no shadow, or his breath is very weak.

Yang Dong knew that there was a reason why he didn't kill him directly, and he was seriously injured, so he couldn't kill himself easily.

This is the same as the three sword sect guest ministers of Zhu Tian Jianzong. They have the sword flying and sword embryo spirit that only Jianzong has, but they are seriously injured and cannot exert the strength that Jianzong should have at all.

Just before Yang Dong came, he had collided with countless shadow swords and felt very strong, but it was not as powerful as the secret skill of transforming swords used by Mu Tie of the Wood Spirit clan he had encountered before.

At that time, Yang Dong doubted the general strength of the owner here.

"You are a great swordsman at a young age, no wonder you are so arrogant." The pale man walked up to Yang Dong and stopped, not afraid of Yang Dong at all.

He hesitated because he came out of the shadow behind Yang Dong, so he stayed away from Song Muqing and the others instead.

Yang Dong didn't expect this sword sect to be so strange, he walked in front of him in a daze.

He pressed the star sword with his left hand, really wanted to kill him suddenly.

But he couldn't, Song Muqing was still under control, and Yang Dong didn't know if his sister was in hidden danger.

Moreover, this is Jianzong, even if he is injured, it is not so easy to deal with.

"Ahem..." The sword sect coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

Yang Dong narrowed his eyes, there was something wrong with the blood, it wasn't poisoning, but it had a fiery breath, and there was aura in it, which should be caused by his injury, and it was the sword embryo that was injured.

Yang Dong confronted him, and said coldly: "You won't live long, let my people go, I'll give you a good time."

"Hehehe, cough cough, hehehe... It's the first time I've heard that a kid in the early stage of a great sword master dares to tell me a sword sect, give me a good time."

"What's so funny? Apart from threatening me with hostages, what else can you do?"

"Threat? What are you, kid? Do you need me to threaten you?" There was disdain on the man's face, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Seeing his smile, Yang Dong felt inexplicably uneasy.

The man continued: "Three shadows of my sword are missing, it should be done by you, but I thought that the sword energy of the three shadows was enough to deal with you, but I didn't expect that you were not only smart, but also capable. Later, I kept thinking , why did I lose my sense of the sword energy of the three shadows, why?"

"There was a feeling of being drained of power, which I didn't understand, and it caused me to relapse from old injuries."

"Finally, just now, I figured it out. This is something I saw 400 years ago. Heh heh... something I can't tell others."

Yang Dong's pupils shrank, and he stared at the pale man, he found out!
He found his devouring sword fetus!
Just because it was critical at that time, Yang Dong didn't think much about it, and used the sword qi of swallowing his shadow to swallow his shadow, but he didn't think about it, which made him suspicious.

Yang Dong's hand holding the Xingchen Sword became even tighter.

"Ahem... your friends will be fine, come with me, if you don't solve me, you can't save them, right?"

"What are you going to do?" Yang Dong didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd. Now that he discovered his secret, he felt even more disturbed.

If this person escapes and spreads everywhere that he possesses the Devouring Sword Soul, then his life will be over.

But it is not easy to kill him.

The man didn't give Yang Dong a chance to think, dragged out a long shadow, turned and left: "Do you still have a choice? Come with me, you will know."

Yang Dong hesitated in his heart, looked at Song Muqing, and then at the figure hidden in the shadows.

"Qing'er, wait for me to come back." Yang Dong dropped a sentence and followed out.

Yang Dong followed the injured Jianzong, and slowly came to a submarine canyon. Because of the clear water cover, the canyon was dry, a deep dark ditch.

"My name is Shadow. As you can see, my sword soul is the shadow sword soul."

"I was injured though, and for 50 years I've been looking for a cure for my injuries."

"Hey, I found it now."

Yang Dong took a step back in fear, and the sword sect looked at him evilly: "My sword fetus has been injected with a strange fiery breath. I have tried countless methods, but I can't force the breath out. Most of the power suppresses it. If I guessed correctly, your sword soul is the legendary demonic sword species, Devouring Sword Soul, I want you to swallow this breath for me."

Yang Dong's face was gloomy: "What if I say no?"

The man said viciously: "Hmph, that's okay, I will control you and torture you slowly, one day you will promise me."

(End of this chapter)