The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus Chapter 583: Prisoners
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There are two people standing in this pit, Sword God and Seven Kills.
The Seven Kills stood in front of the Sword God respectfully, whispering, telling about their previous encounters.
The sword **** put his hands behind his back and looked at the sword soul suspended above the white bones with intense eyes. When he heard the seven kills, he turned his head and stared at the seven kills and asked, "You mean The opponent's Kendo cultivation level is very high? Sword Technique is very mysterious? "
"Yes!" The Seven Kills nodded. He understood that Master was obsessed with Kendo. He heard such a magical Sword Technique and would never turn a blind eye. "
"Neither the rising sun nor the Sword Technique can beat each other?" the sword **** asked again.
The Seven Killers said in shame: "All the disciples are useless and do not understand the essence of the rising sun Sword Technique."
The sword **** shook his head: "Wrong! You have understood the essence of the rising sun Sword Technique, but the other party's Sword Technique is too mysterious, so you are defeated."
It's a bit of a shame in the Seven Kills. Does this mean that the Rising Sun Sword Technique is not as good as the other party's Sword Technique? Master has always been very confident in his Sword Technique, but he voluntarily admitted this, which is incredible.
Sword God ignored the appalling disciple's horror and said: "According to your description, I seem to guess the origin of the other party's Sword Technique."
"What is the origin?"
There is a flash of memories in the sword god's eyes, saying: "A Cultivator called Tian Chanzi, this person is his disciple."
Tianzenzi.
The pupils of the Seven Kills could n’t help but widen their eyes. Last year, for a period of time, it was the darkest for Sword Pavilion, because the Sword Technique of the sword **** was actually defeated by a mysterious Cultivator called Tianzen Was injured.
This is no less than a thunder for Sword Pavilion Chinese.
Many people are indignant and think that it must be the conspiracy of Tian Chanzi to win the sword god.
But the **** of swords is not as deep as he is. He hasn't talked in detail, and no one knows the details.
The Cultivator accidentally encountered by the Seven Kills this time turned out to be a disciple of the Heavenly Zen.
The murderous masterpiece in the eyes of the Seven Killers, he gritted his teeth and said, "The disciples are incompetent and do not have this blade of the hand, so they export evil spirits for Master."
"When do I need you to be angry for me? The face I lost will naturally be recovered by myself. Moreover, what can I do to kill the disciples of Tianzen? This is only a means that the weak will use. In fact, there is no substantive significance. "Jian Shen said unexpectedly.
The Seven Kills are awe-inspiring, and understand that this is the Master ’s consistent style, but he still ca n’t help but feel resentful. master and disciple is so unlucky, should it be so firmly suppressed?
Sword God didn't pay attention to the disciples' careful thoughts, but instead looked at the sword soul eagerly, saying: "As long as I merge the sword soul, I can definitely create a peerless sword. Tian Zenzi, I am also sure to press the other side on the sword. "
Seven kills, and said excitedly: "That ’s really Master Tianshou. After going through hardships this time, I finally got the sword spirit. That Tian Chanzi will not be Master ’s opponent anymore."
The sword **** smiled wildly.
Tang Zheng ’s Illusion Technique was not seen, standing on the edge of the Tiankeng, listening to the pair of master and disciple conversations motionlessly.
When he heard that the other party had seen his identity, Tang Zheng moved slightly. This sword **** really deserved his reputation, and he recognized Heaven Flying Immortal Sword Technique only from words.
"Hum, I met you, you still want to get the sword spirit, where is there such a good thing."
Tang Zheng sneered in his heart, staring at the sword soul.
"If the War Soul Sword absorbs the spirit of the sword, the quality will definitely advance by leaps and bounds, yes, the spirit of the sword must not fall into the hands of the sword god, I have to find a way to get it."
The sword **** master and disciple did n’t know that someone had lurked around them, and the seven kills could n’t wait to say: “Master, then you will fuse the sword spirit now, lest you have a long night dream.”
The sword **** sighed and said: "This sword soul has just been released from imprisonment. It is the time when the sword is in full force. It is very aggressive. It is not easy to integrate it at this moment."
"Master, there are so many rare treasures in the 100,000 mountains, why don't we go directly to the 100,000 mountains, but look around for the escape?" The Seven Kills asked suspiciously.
"There is a Bai Bianxing king among the 100,000 mountains, this person is mysterious, and he has entered the 100,000 mountains in a hurry, and there may be no return." Jian Shen explained.
In the heart of the Seven Kills, it is awe-inspiring, who is this Bai Bianxing monarch, and even Master is so afraid. However, this is really a pity that one cannot go to the 100,000 mountains in person.
"The accident happened in the 100,000 mountains before, Seal was completely broken, these rare treasures flew out of the chains, flew out of the 100,000 mountains, and lived around China/Huaxia. This Changbai Mountain is one of the places, it took a long time before we Determine this, so it took me pains to find it, and it was really emperor who lived up to it, let us find it. "Sword God said with emotion.
Tang Zheng hearing this, but he was shocked in his heart. He knew that the Seal of the 100,000 mountains had been eliminated, but he did n’t know that there were so many rare treasures in the 100,000 mountains.
I do n’t know how many ancient Divine Weapon weapons were buried in Honghuangtian ’s tomb. Tang Zheng did n’t even have time to find treasures. He did n’t expect that these darlings would come out and cheapen the sword god.
"Since it is a baby among the 100,000 mountains, it ca n’t even be picked up by the sword god."
The disappearance of the 100,000 mountain Seal has a merit that he ca n’t obliterate. How can the enemy be cheap.
"Why do these rare and precious treasures fall into the tiankeng? What is the reason?" Seven Kills asked like a curious baby.
The sword **** shook his head: "I don't know for now."
With a move in his heart, Tang Zheng almost ignored this question. Is there really any mysterious reason?
But the heart of Chi You did not give an answer this time, so I can only put this idea on heart for the time being.
Since the **** of swords said that the spirit of the sword spirit is vivid, very offensive, and it is not easy to merge, then Tang Zheng does not have to worry about the spirit of the sword falling into the hands of the sword gods for at least temporarily.
But another problem is also in front of him. Since even the sword **** can't help the sword spirit, what can he do?
When I watched the rare treasures, I could n’t use them myself. This kind of pain and torture was uncomfortable.
Just as he was meditating, he suddenly heard a loud sword chant from above the sky pit.
Jiangshen and the Seven Kills changed their colors, saying, "Someone is here."
The sword **** did not move, and ordered the seven kills: "You go and send away."
"Yes, Master."
The seven kills lead the life, leap forward, step on the inner wall of the tiankeng and climb up the tiankeng, disappearing.
Tang Zheng did not catch up, but stared closely at the sword god, who walked around the spirit of the sword, his expression changing.
Suddenly, he pulled out the saber at his waist. This was a wooden sword, plain and dull, dull and dull, without a scabbard, so it was inserted at his waist.
When ordinary people see this wooden sword, they will treat it as no threat, only as a waste of firewood.
But Tang Zheng would never think so. The sword worn by the sword **** so seriously is never simple, even if it is just a wooden sword.
He did not guess wrong. This wooden sword is more famous than most famous swords in the world because of its owner.
The sword **** used this wooden sword to defeat countless masters and even harvested countless lives. In the hands of the sword god, even one grass and one tree is a murderous Divine Weapon weapon.
The name of this sword is called Wuming, because, at the beginning, it had no name. It was just a piece of wood that the sword **** had nowhere to find when he was a kid.
Then, an inconspicuous Little Brat carried an unknown wooden sword through the road and experienced countless colds and summers, and achieved the famous name of the unknown sword.
The nameless sword is in hand, the sword **** moves around the sword soul faster, humming, the sword chants, and the nameless sword pierces towards the sword soul.
Boom!
A strong sword spirit rose from the soul of the sword, the sword **** took a step back, and the light of the sword spirit's beating became more intense.
He glanced at the unnamed sword in his hand, and then looked at the intact sword soul, realizing that this trial was not successful.
The nameless sword does not incorporate the spirit of the sword.
"Strange, how on earth can we merge this sword spirit? Huh, even if there is any difficulty, how can I be afraid?" Sword God snorted coldly, and then stabbed three swords one after another.
Quick!
It's too fast. Tang Zheng didn't see his movements at all, so the three swords were stabted in one go and pierced the sword spirit.
The unknown sword touched the soul of the sword, and it slammed suddenly, withdrawing from the inch of Xu, but the second sword arrived at once, and it bounced away a little distance. Removed the power of the rebound, and accurately touched the sword soul.
The glory of the sword soul immediately enveloped the unknown sword, and the world was filled with horrible sword intentions.
Jiangshen both eyes slammed open and shouted in surprise: "Merge me!"
Motivate the skill, the light on the unknown sword is a masterpiece, beating continuously, even the bone is completely enveloped in it, mysterious and quiet.
Tang Zheng's eyelids jumped sharply, screaming badly, the sword **** forcibly merged the sword soul, if he was successful, then Tang Zheng was only crying.
Just as he was preparing for action, suddenly an silhouette appeared over the sky pit, and the other party quickly falling downwards and fell heavily on the ground, splashing a large dust.
Tang Zheng immediately suppressed the impulse to move, and looked at the person lying on the ground in surprise, this person turned out to be a seven-kill.
Who is the person coming, not even the seven kills?
Sword God glanced at the Seven Kills, indifferently, still madly activating the skills, wanting to integrate the spirit of the sword into the unknown sword.
Oh!
A person descended from the sky and landed steadily on the bottom of the pit, shouting: "Sword God, stop!"
Sword God is indifferent and asks: "Who are you? Dare to block Sword Pavilion, want to die?"
The comrade sneered, saying: "How about Sword Pavilion, please stop quickly, otherwise your Sword Pavilion sword slave will immediately head to a different place."
Tang Zheng and Jian Shen both looked up. The edge of the Tiankeng was already full of people. one by one sword slaves lined up in a circle, kneeling on the ground, each with a sharp weapon on their neck, they could die at any time.
The inexhaustible Sword Pavilion, so many sword slaves, have been reduced to prisoners.