The First Venerable of All Paths

"Is he the Swordholder?"

Fang Xuan looked at the boy holding the sword with both hands, seemingly somewhat surprised.

The boy was no more than six or seven years old, with a pigtail tied on top of his head, but his expression was very stiff, yet he exuded a chilling sword intent.

To be precise, it was the sword he was holding that exuded a strong sword intent.

This was completely different from the swordsman Fang Xuan had imagined.

"He is not the sword wielder, but the sword-wielding attendant beside the sword wielder, also known as the sword attendant."

Xiao Jinyu explained softly, "Each swordsman will have a sword attendant by their side to serve them the sword."

"Oh?"

Fang Xuan raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with sword light as he carefully examined the boy.

Upon closer inspection, Fang Xuan indeed noticed something was amiss.

In his eyes, all the life force within the sword-wielding boy was constantly seeping into the longsword in his hand, flowing between them.

"This is... sacrificing a human to the sword!"

Fang Xuan's expression darkened, and he murmured softly, "What a vicious method."

"What did you say?"

Xiao Jinyu didn't hear clearly and looked at Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan shook his head and did not explain to Xiao Jinyu.

Sacrificing people to a sword is an extremely insidious and vicious way of nurturing a sword.

That boy, to put it nicely, was a sword attendant who served the swordsman.

To put it bluntly, it's essentially just a human-shaped sword-raising artifact.

He used his own essence and life force to nurture the longsword in his hand.

This method can indeed continuously enhance the power of the natal flying sword. However, once the life force of the sword attendant is completely absorbed by the natal flying sword, the sacrificial child will be completely destroyed.

Sacrificing another's life to one's natal flying sword is an extremely ancient and evil way of nurturing a sword.

Fang Xuan never expected that the sword wielder of Tianbao Tower would nurture the sword in this way.

"My lord, this is Fang Xuan!"

At this moment, Nangong Xingyu pointed at Fang Xuan and said in a fierce but weak voice, "He is the one who stole my Tianbao Tower's treasure vault and killed many of the tower's experts."

Although the other party was just a child, as the sword attendant of the swordsman, he held an extremely high position in Tianbao Tower.

Even Nangong Xingyu dared not be arrogant in front of him and behaved quite respectfully.

"We beg you, sir, to take action and slay this traitor, thus upholding the dignity of Tianbao Tower!"

Nangong Xingyu's face was filled with murderous intent, and her eyes were filled with intense resentment as she looked at Fang Xuan.

"Fang Xuan, so what if you're a good fighter? In front of adults, you're just a lowly ant!"

Fang Xuan didn't even glance at Nangong Xingyu, but only looked at the sword-wielding boy, his sword intent surging within him.

"Fang Xuan, don't be impulsive."

Noticing the flow of energy around Fang Xuan, Xiao Jinyu quickly said, "Generally speaking, the appearance of the sword-wielding boy means that the sword-wielder is nearby. If you attack him, it will be considered as challenging the sword-wielder to a duel."

When sword cultivators engage in a sword duel, it is a matter of life and death.

Fang Xuan is very strong, and he is also a sword cultivator who has nurtured two natal flying swords.

However, any sword cultivator who can become a swordsman of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion must at least possess the strength of the Divine Intent Realm.

His swordsmanship was astonishing.

Although the sword-bearing boy only serves the sword-bearer, he represents the face of the sword-bearer himself.

"Xiao Jinyu, even now, you're still speaking up for an outsider? Your intentions are truly despicable!"

Seeing Xiao Jinyu and Fang Xuan whispering to each other, Nangong Xingyu immediately said, "As the manager of the Mingyang County branch, you have embezzled public funds and colluded with outsiders to steal the treasures from the building. You deserve to die!"

"Now that the Swordholder is before you, why don't you quickly surrender and come back to the tower with me to beg for forgiveness?"

Once back in the building, the life and death of that little bitch Xiao Jinyu will be out of her hands.

"Nangong Xingyu, stop distorting the truth!"

Xiao Jinyu's pretty face changed, and she said coldly, "Do you really think you and Pang Long can hide what you and he did from everyone?"

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Nangong Xingyu bowed to the sword-wielding boy and said, "I beg you, sir, to take action, kill Fang Xuan, and capture Xiao Jinyu."

The one who wields the sword is in charge of criminal law, and is in charge of arrests and killings.

They rarely interfere in the internal affairs of Tianbaolou's various branches.

Therefore, all Nangong Xingyu needs is for the other party to help him capture Xiao Jinyu.

This woman will be of great use to the Third Young Master.

The sword-wielding boy merely glanced at Nangong Xingyu without saying a word.

Then, he raised his head, squinted at the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor who was completely crushing Pang Long, and his eyes flashed with sword light.

The next moment, he opened his lips and exhaled a sharp sword aura.

The sword energy pierced through the air, tearing through the sky and slashing towards the crimson scales.

Just as it was about to strike Pang Long's crimson scales with its claw, it sensed something, suddenly turned around, and slammed out with its claw.

"Snap!"

The sword energy shattered, but blood dripped from the Crimson Scale Demon King's claws.

A single sword aura was enough to injure the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor, whose strength was comparable to the seventh level of the Divine Intent Realm.

This sword-wielding boy possesses terrifying strength.

Xiao Jinyu's expression grew increasingly solemn.

But Fang Xuan knew that the strength lay not in the sword-wielding boy himself, but in the sword in his hand.

Although the sword-wielding boy nourishes the sword with his own life force, he can also draw upon some of the power of his natal flying sword.

The power it borrowed alone was enough to injure the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor.

This means that the owner of this sword has become terrifyingly powerful.

"You little brat, how dare you injure me, the Emperor! You're courting death!"

At its peak, the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor was a terrifying being who was just one step away from the Demon Venerable realm.

In addition, he possesses the bloodline of the Crimson Blood Serpent, making him inherently cruel and violent.

No matter who you are, once you anger it, the sky can tear a hole in you.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor condensed a blood-red ball of light in its claw and smashed it directly at the sword-wielding boy.

The sword-wielding boy remained expressionless, holding the long sword with both hands, and once again a wisp of sword energy flew out of his mouth.

The sword energy was chilling, directly splitting the crimson light in two.

The next moment, a huge, hard claw came flying through the air and struck the sword-wielding boy's head.

The boy holding the sword frowned, then switched to holding the sword in one hand and stood horizontally in front of him.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, a vast, ocean-like sword aura surged forth from the longsword, transforming into a massive sword aura that slashed fiercely down towards the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor.

"Clang! Clang!"

Sparks flew from the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor's claws.

Scales flew everywhere, and blood dripped down.

The Crimson Scale Demon Emperor swayed and quickly retreated more than a hundred meters away.

But a giant peak behind it was sliced ​​in half by the sword energy.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror.

It's easy to imagine how terrifying this sword strike was.

Even Fang Xuan was shocked.

The sword-wielding boy's natal flying sword is incredibly powerful.

"Heh heh, daring to fight the Sword-wielding Boy? He's courting death!"

Upon seeing this, Nangong Xingyu laughed triumphantly.

"Fang Xuan, if you're smart enough, you'd better surrender and avoid physical suffering."

Nangong Xingyu sneered, "Otherwise, if the Swordholder himself arrives, even if you've reached the pinnacle of martial arts, you'll still be dead!"

The effects of separating one's natal flying sword while alive are completely different from those after death.

He hoped to capture Fang Xuan alive and then use a secret method to remove his natal flying sword.

Once you refine it, you too can become one of the Sword Bearers.

The thought of this made Nangong Xingyu incredibly excited.

"Surrender?"

Fang Xuan chuckled and said in a flat tone, "You overestimate yourself."

"Fang Xuan, don't be stubborn when you're about to die."

Nangong Xingyu said, "I'm giving you a chance, don't be ungrateful!"

"So noisy!"

Fang Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he casually pointed out with his finger.

A cyan aura bloomed from his fingertips, transforming into a pure sword aura that descended from the sky, slashing menacingly towards Nangong Xingyu.

"Fang Xuan, how dare you..."

When Nangong Xingyu saw Fang Xuan attack her, she turned pale with fright.

Despite his sweet words, he was actually terrified of Fang Xuan.

Just as he was about to dodge, the cyan sword light moved three times faster.

"Pfft!"

The sword energy pierced directly through Nangong Xingyu's shoulder. As blood splattered, the immense force carried Nangong Xingyu several meters away, where he crashed heavily to the ground.

"cough!"

Nangong Xingyu coughed up another mouthful of blood, her eyes filled with extreme resentment as she looked at Fang Xuan.

"You little bastard, you're too arrogant!"

Nangong Xingyu said sternly, "How dare you be so arrogant in front of the Sword Attendant! You deserve to die!"

"Swordsman, act quickly and kill the traitor Fang Xuan!"

The sword-wielding boy noticed Fang Xuan's attack.

He turned to look at Fang Xuan, a look of surprise appearing on his stiff face.

"Your sword is not weak."

The sword-wielding boy spoke, but his tone was somewhat strange, as if he rarely spoke.

"But, not so much... Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy holding the sword faced Fang Xuan with his sword held horizontally.

"Buzz!"

Above the horizon, the clouds parted.

A terrifying, gigantic sword aura tore through the void and slashed towards Fang Xuan.

"Fang Xuan, get out of the way!"

Xiao Jinyu's pretty face changed, and she quickly spoke up to remind her.

"hide?"

Nangong Xingyu's face was contorted with rage as he roared, "With the Swordholder himself making a move, how can he possibly dodge?"

"Shut up!"

Xiao Jinyu's anger had reached its limit, and she slashed with her jade hand.

Several stars, imbued with the power of black, white, yin, and yang, furiously hurtled towards Nangong Xingyu.

"Nangong Xingyu, how dare you!"

Nangong Xingyu roared, seeing that the black and white stars had locked onto him, and cried out in a shrill voice, "Elder Pang, save me!"

He was only at the half-step Divine Realm and was seriously injured.

Faced with Xiao Jinyu's attack, they couldn't even dodge, let alone fight back.

However, Pang Long, who had also suffered heavy injuries, turned and fled without saying a word.

Save you?

I can barely take care of myself.

If it weren't for that fool Nangong Xingyu, who acted too hastily and blatantly, Pang Long would never have ended up in such a state.

"Pang Long, you despicable and shameless old bastard!"

Seeing Pang Long escape, Nangong Xingyu turned pale and began to curse loudly.

Seeing the star rapidly falling, Nangong Xingyu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he took out a talisman and crushed it.

A thick beam of light formed a protective shield in front of us.

"Knock knock knock!"

As the stars fell, the protective barrier shattered instantly.

Nangong Xingyu let out a howl as his legs exploded, leaving him sprawled on the ground.

Looking at her missing legs, Nangong Xingyu was filled with despair.

He knew he was finished.

......

"Want to leave? Did you ask me first?"

On the other side, just as Pang Long was about to escape, the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor swept in like a whirlwind and slapped Pang Long with a claw.

"Snap!"

Pang Long screamed and fell to the ground from mid-air, his bones broken in countless places.

What terrified him even more was that the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor's attack had actually shattered his dantian.

My cultivation level is rapidly declining.

"you......"

Pang Long stared at the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor, then spat out another mouthful of black blood and fainted.

"Hmph, if you escape too, what will become of my reputation?"

The Crimson Scale Demon Emperor shook its claws, staring intently at the giant sword aura in mid-air, its pupils filled with solemnity.

Even if it were the other swordsman, it wouldn't be easy to withstand that sword strike, even if it could.

Can that kid Fang Xuan handle it?

At this moment, Fang Xuan looked up at the giant sword energy slashing down from above, his eyes flashing with azure light.

He raised his arm, joined two fingers, and made a horizontal sweeping motion in the air.

"Swords, Lotus Blossoms!"