Doraemon: Rebirth of Mushan Yingcai

Chapter 277 The Guardian

On the important day of Wujian Mountain once in a hundred years, all heroes gathered at the foot of the mountain, and the crowd was boiling. Almost everyone was gearing up for the moment when the barrier disappeared.

The people present have different levels of cultivation. There are young people who have just learned swordsmanship, elders who have practiced swordsmanship for many years, and young geniuses who are full of arrogance.

boom!
There was a loud noise, followed by endless sword light.

Fairy swords of different styles and brilliance fly in the sky.

The completely different scene from the past made countless people raise their heads, and the surprise in their eyes was very obvious.

Countless fairy swords gathered in one place, and a completely different fairy sword was born.

The entire sword body is illusory, without substance, the sword is three feet long, with a slight stroke of the blade, the space is instantly cut.

The fairy sword in the sky was dazzling, and all eyes were turned towards it.

"Innate Sword Spirit!"

A well-informed sect elder exclaimed.

This exclamation was instantly transmitted by countless people, and the information that came out of the mouths of some insiders was also known to the public.

According to legend, the innate sword spirit is formed by the gathering of countless sword intentions. When it is born, the color of the world changes. If it is refined, it can be innately compatible with the way of swordsmanship. The progress of cultivation is rapid, and it can be said to be a rare treasure in the eyes of sword cultivators.

But its harsh birth conditions have almost made everyone forget that this sword spirit needs countless sword intents, which are extremely difficult to obtain, and it needs to be slowly condensed for a long time. Let the world forget.

Countless fiery eyes looked at the innate sword spirit in the sky, almost swallowing it.

The Xiantian Sword Spirit's sword body began to emit a gentle light, its shape changed, and it grew hands and feet, and soon a boy-like Xiantian Sword Spirit appeared in human form.

The sword spirit has a soul, and the sword body transforms into form.

This change made some people marvel, and tears of joy could not be concealed and flowed down.

Innate sword spirits are rare, and getting one is enough to make you smile. However, among the rare innate sword spirits, there is an even rarer existence, that is, the innate sword spirit that generates souls.

The ten thousand zhang thunder appeared, and the huge thunder and lightning, which was as thick as an arm, directly bombarded the body of the innate sword spirit.

The thunder and lightning that turned people's faces was actually absorbed by the body of the innate sword spirit.

Lightning raged on the surface of the body, and soon disappeared on the surface of the body, without a trace.

A pair of tightly closed eyes moved and slowly opened.

Ordinary black eyes, but the sword energy contained in them appears around from time to time.

There is confusion in the eyes, as if the spiritual wisdom is not yet opened.

A beam of golden light, from the top of the sky, directly shines on the body of the Xiantian Sword Spirit, and a heaven and earth creation begins.

Countless people thought with fear: "Heaven and earth grant you merit! Heaven and earth's darling!"

This innate sword spirit has had many adventures since he was born. Not only does he have a thunder-tempered body, but he also has the knowledge and skills imparted by heaven and earth, which directly saved him from many unknown threats, just like a darling loved by heaven and earth.

When the beam of light disappeared, the confusion in the eyes of the innate sword spirit disappeared, replaced by abyss-like wisdom.

With a wave of her fair little hand, a black warrior uniform was wrapped around her body, and a pair of black cloth shoes appeared on her feet.

There seemed to be a strange smile on his immature face.

A pair of eyes filled with all kinds of sword intentions looked at the people on the ground. The fiery gazes of each of them made him understand.

"You all want me?"

The immature question sounded like the voice of the Great Dao, directly in the minds of the people on the ground. Those whose cultivation level was below a certain level all fell into a coma, and some even bleed to death on the spot.

Before Xiantian Sword Spirit made a move, he knocked down at least [-] out of [-] people just by asking, and those who were still standing felt terrified.

An elder looked at the innate sword spirit in the sky, and said in shock: "At least the strength of the eighth level of Daoguo, how is this possible, even if it is an innate sword spirit with a soul, this is really terrifying."

The Xiantian sword spirit didn't pay attention to the crowd below, but frowned and looked somewhere, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Xiaoshan stared at the front, as if hesitating about something.

"If you're afraid, just go back."

Zhao Wudao's helpless voice sounded in Xiaoshan's ears.

What happened in Wujian Mountain ahead caught Xiaoshan and Zhao Wudao by surprise. Faced with this phenomenon, even Xiaoshan, who has had a lot of adventures recently, is in a dilemma.

Whoosh!
The sound of breaking wind came from the sky, making Xiaoshan and Zhao Wudao look up.

A young man was wearing a black samurai uniform and black cloth shoes. His eyes were filled with sword light. His young face seemed to have a sense of vicissitudes of life, like an old man who had experienced countless years.

Xiaoshan and Zhao Wudao turned their heads and looked at each other, and there was a meaning in their eyes.

"Run away!"

With a flash of their bodies, Zhao Wudao and Xiaoshan ran behind them at their fastest speed.

Although the reaction was quick, it was too late. The strength of the innate sword spirit is considered to be among the top among the masters of the Dao Fruit Realm. Let alone Xiaoshan and Zhao Wudao, even some famous masters should not try to escape from him palm of the hand.

The body was imprisoned by a pair of invisible hands, unable to move at all.

"hateful!"

"It's actually so dangerous this time. If I had known it, I would have refused."

After Xiaoshan and Zhao Wudao were caught, they wanted to resist, but the terrifying pressure in their minds obediently gave up their resistance.

The figure of the innate sword spirit appeared in front of the two of them.

With a face of vicissitudes, approaching Xiaoshan, looking up and down, ignoring Zhao Wudao next to him.

Seeing this, Zhao Wudao thought to himself: "This guy seems to be interested in the brat, that's really great, I might escape, brat, you should make a good contribution to my escape."

"You have a very familiar smell, but it seems to be mixed with some impurities, strange?"

There was doubt on his face, but the innate sword spirit was very sure.

Hearing the words of Xiantian Sword Spirit, Xiaoshan's face changed, his eyes kept rolling, and he didn't know what to think.

An old voice appeared, like thunder from the nine heavens, rumbling.

"Little friend was born, I don't know if you have the will to come to my Jianhuang master Sword Immortal as a guest?"

The hunched figure held a broken fairy sword in his hand. The blade was simple and unsophisticated, covered with a thick layer of dust, as if it had been covered by dust for a hundred years.

"who are you?"

The sword light in Xiantian Sword Spirit's eyes became brighter and his tone changed. From this old man, he felt the danger, the danger of death.

"Ha ha!"

Smiling slightly, the old man said with a lonely smile: "I have been guarding here, responsible for sending away some young people, opening the barrier every hundred years, and being the guardian of Wujian Mountain."

(End of this chapter)