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Chapter 1215 Fusion of Heavenly Sword Fragments

The experiences of the dozen or so fragments vary.

Some are hidden in sheaths all the year round, some are enshrined in the ancestral temple for many generations, some drift with the wind, fighting fiercely to death...

Sword moves, sword light, sword energy, sword intent...

Everything related to swords can be found here, and there is everything.

What you see in a split second is enough to comprehend for a lifetime, and what you get at a glance can make you soar in vain, transcending the ordinary and becoming holy.

Juggernaut, in other worlds, is an existence that stands proud of the world. It requires outstanding talent, long-term hard work, chance comprehension, and accumulation ranging from decades to hundreds of years.

The name of the sword god is the lifelong desire and pursuit of countless sword masters.

Here, however, all it takes is a glance.

Xi Tong is like this.

He stared closely at the nightshade, the light bursting out from the surface of the magic sword, and the grotesque images reflected in the light.

When he was in the World of Conferred Gods, Xi Tong received a gift from the leader of Tongtian, and his attainments in the way of swords directly caught up with the leader of the leader.

Now, Xi Tong's kendo attainments are like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, undergoing qualitative changes and sublimation, not only surpassing the leader of Tongtian, but also leaving him far behind.

From the use of various sword moves in the world of zero martial arts, to the sword style and internal strength in the world of low martial arts, to the sword energy and sword intent in the world of middle martial arts and high martial arts, all kinds of all-encompassing sword practice techniques are all integrated.

Manpower is always limited.

Facing the vast and star-like essence of swordsmanship, no matter how powerful a genius is, he can only choose one and follow it. A lifetime of intensive research is not enough, and he has no ability to be greedy for more.

How many stars are there in the vast starry sky?

At a glance, you can't see the edge, and you can't put it in your eyes, let alone your heart.

This is still a human perspective, if it is a mouse or an ant...

In other words, this is an avenue that ordinary creatures cannot understand. This incomprehension comes from both the cognitive method and the information processing ability.

Xi Tong has experienced the baptism of millions of reincarnations, so he can look at it indifferently. Although nightshade is the spirit of the magic sword, it has not experienced the baptism of millions of reincarnations, and it is still in danger of falling.

At this time, Xi Tong suddenly remembered one thing.

In the original work of "Sword of Immortal Sword", Solanum nigrum was sacrificed to the sword and buried in the furnace with countless innocent souls, and it was because of this that the black nightshade was infected with hostility and gave birth to the red nightshade.

One good and one evil, one soft and one cruel.

Solanum nigrum is kind-hearted to the extreme, which makes the red nightshade feel pity and is willing to protect her. Otherwise, the only result of nightshade is that the newborn red nightshade will devour and replace her.

At that time, she was still her but not her, and she would never be her again.

This is what is more terrible than death-alive but disappear completely.

But now, Solanum nigrum has experienced a hundred times, a thousand times, and ten thousand times more terrifying temper than the sword casting furnace, and what it encounters is no longer tens of thousands of unjust souls, but the will of the strong in countless worlds.

A strong man in the sword who lives by the sword and dies by the sword.

The spiritual will of each of them is as sharp as the edge of a sword, and their bodies can die but their minds can't be destroyed.

This time the crisis is also stronger than in the original book.

Keng!
The magic sword chirped.

This is a sign of not being able to afford it. Solanum nigrum has reached a critical juncture and is warning itself.

But in this situation, Xi Tong couldn't intervene at all, and couldn't help, so he could only watch and wait like an outsider.

Anxious, anxious, ants on a hot pot, more like a child's father outside the delivery room.

Sword move!

Sword wind!

Sword Qi!

Jian Guang...

One after another, the lifelong unique skills of the strong, the township stunts of one sect after another, the essence of swordsmanship in one world after another...

Intangible and qualitative spiritual ideas are layered on top of each other, and things on the purely spiritual level are piled up to tens of thousands of layers, trillions of layers, and will eventually change from quantitative to qualitative.

This is the imprint of the sword.

Just like the God of Light imprinted a bright imprint on Xitong, and imprinted his own imprint from the depths of the creature's origin, making it the bearer and continuation of his own will.

At this time, Xi Tong thought of the old ruler.

She easily resolved the millions of reincarnations of the God of Light, and even erased the brand of Light.

How did she do it?
Xi Tong began to recall.

Recall the millions of reincarnations you have experienced.

Recall all the people, things, and things in the reincarnation of millions of generations, as well as the series, clues, and contexts between them...

Very messy.

It can even be said that there is no clue.

You must know that even if the God of Light has used millions of reincarnations, he only found out afterwards that his ability was broken, but he didn't know how it was broken.

Keng!
The magic sword clanged again.

Nightshade's time is running out, every second is a walk on the edge of life and death.

and many more……

Xi Tong raised his hand and used the power of time to cover the magic sword.

Well, that's much better.

The world was completely quiet, and Xi Tong could finally think calmly.

But after much deliberation, he couldn't figure it out, so Xi Tong simply didn't think about it.

Xitong has his own method, there is no need to imitate others.

"With me carrying the burden forward, you just need to enjoy the quiet and good years."

The crystallization of civilization formed by comprehension and feeling of kendo, and the imprint of kendo gathered together, Xitong has already memorized them all, and he will slowly think and comprehend them in the future.

As for nightshade, it’s okay not to have these.

After finishing speaking, Xi Tong flicked his fingers, and a light and shadow in the magic sword flew out.

It is the lifelong perception and experience of a strong man with the title of "Sword God", as well as his struggle experience, the process of becoming famous, and his persistence in the will of the sword.

Everything is gone with the flick of a finger.

And this is just the beginning.

One after another light and shadow were bounced and crushed by Xitong, and the grotesque images were like thousands of soap bubbles, lingering and dancing around Xitong and the magic sword.

The colorful rays of light gather and disperse and change, distorting a special colorfulness and profusion, with countless swords, lights and swords hidden in it, overflowing the outside.

Some bubbles and lights exploded after being ejected by Xi Tong, while others wanted to return to the magic sword, but were suppressed by Xi Tong raising his hand, unwilling to disappear.

There are also bubbles that slowly fade, disappear, and disappear completely.

Xi Tong knew that those bubbles must have gone to other worlds and were born in the form of soul or will.

At this moment, saints will come to the world in some worlds, and divine swords will be unearthed.

Time has been frozen by Xi Tong, I don't know how long it has passed, the light shining in the magic sword is getting rarer and dimmer.

The last light and shadow was also ejected, and Xi Tong finally put away the power of time.

The light from the cracks of the Heavenly Sword Fragments flowed back little by little, and became dim in the process of flowing back, and finally disappeared.

Also missing were cracks in more than a dozen fragments.

The blade is sharp, the spine is graceful, and the eight-edged sword is as smooth as a mirror.

The world artifact of New Immortal World has been restored.

The magic sword turned into a human form with a flash of light, and Solanum nigrum appeared in front of Xi Tong with a brand new posture.

Her appearance has changed slightly, the childish face of a girl has become a little more mature, and the lines of the eyebrows and the corners of her mouth have become slightly sharper, like the edge of a sword.

The clothes changed completely. The original long-sleeved palace attire became a light and close-fitting black sword suit. From the collar to the bottom of the trousers, it was decorated with patterns of dark colors.

Her hair is longer, and each strand of hair is like a sword that has been miniaturized to the extreme, with a sharp and majestic sword energy inside.

Her figure was even taller and straighter, almost reaching Xitong's chin...

She has changed too much, the only thing that remains the same is the light in her eyes and her attachment to Xi Tong.

"Brother, thank you."

(End of this chapter)