Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Ninth Grade Spirit Sword was born!

A mysterious and mysterious rumor stirred up a shocking wave in the sword repair world that was originally like a pool of stagnant water!

All of a sudden, sword cultivators from all over the world turned their attention to the unnamed town to the west.

Lingyun Town.A noodle stall.

Noodle soup The second aunt of Xi Shi Wang put a ball of thin noodles into the iron pot, stirring up steam, and the heavy bamboo chopsticks nearly two feet long in her hand waved in the wind, stirring up the noodles one by one.His movements were heroic, and his reddened face was shy, but unfortunately, no one cared.

The noodle stalls were filled with outsiders.These guests, dressed in short-sleeved clothes, have been in the town for half a month, and they have no intention of leaving.At this moment, some of them talked in groups of twos and threes in low voices, and some of them lowered their heads silently and stroked something hidden at their waists.

The thing was about three feet long, slender and long, and was bound firmly by cloth strips, but it was still not difficult to see that it was a sword.

These people are all sword cultivators!

If you listen carefully to the content of their conversation, you will find that there is only one reason why this group of wandering people gathered in this nameless town at the same time, that sword!

Someone said: "It is said that this sword is Buxu's sword, is the news really true?"

Sitting opposite him was a young fat man, covered in jeweled robes, his eyeballs were squeezed by fat and only a slit was exposed.

"So what if it's true? Once you get the Sword Immortal's sword, you will be able to ascend in the daylight?"

His tone was domineering, but the person who spoke to him was afraid of their identities and dared not speak back.

"Haha, such a treasure, even if I think about it, it won't fall into my hands."

"It's good that you know, this spirit sword is already in my senior brother's pocket. If there is anyone who doesn't have eyes and dares to snatch it, I will stab it to death with the sword."

There are now two major sects in the world of sword repair, one is the Lianshan sect and the other is the Guiyi sect.This bejeweled fat man is the second disciple of Lianshan Sect, so when he speaks harshly, he is full of confidence, and others can only keep talking.

I didn't dare to refute, but the tone in my heart didn't come out after all. The person who spoke first turned his eyes and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Cang Wucang, the head disciple of Lianshan Sect, has already become a Huashen at a young age. It's nothing to say, it's just—"

"Just what?"

"I don't know if the young master of Yue Wang Jianchi will agree or not!"

Xiao Daoluan, the young master of Jianchi, like Cangwu, the head disciple of the Lianshan sect, is a strong candidate for this competition for the spirit sword.There are rumors in the world that this young master, who was born in the Holy Land of Sword Cultivation, embarked on the journey of cultivation since the age of five, established the foundation at the age of seven, entered the Jindan at the age of twelve, and entered the Nascent Soul at fifteen. Now he is only seventeen, but he is already a Nascent Soul The cultivation level in the later period is only one step away from Huashen, and can be called the most talented swordsman among the younger generation.If he is allowed to snatch this ninth-grade spiritual sword, it is not impossible for him to break through the transformation of the gods, enter the Mahayana, and even become the No. 1 ascension number in a century.

The fat face of Cang Tong, the second disciple of Lianshan Sect, trembled.His bloated hand, which could barely see any joints, quietly held the hilt of Spirit Sword Baoxiang.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, a shock from a distance made the dishes on the table jingle.

The sword cultivators got up one after another.

Before they could ask each other what happened, a cyan sword light flashed across the western sky.Faster than lightning, as bright as a morning star.

"It's it!"

The reaction was faster than all the sword cultivators. The young man who had been sitting in the corner of the noodle stall eating noodles silently, drew his sword and ran away, disappearing instantly.

He and Zhong Jianxiu were obviously not in the same group, sitting alone in the corner of the noodle stall, where the sun could not shine, and no one was sitting with them.His clothes have an obvious eastern style of the mainland, wide sleeves and wide breasts, but I don't know if the fabric is of poor quality, or it has been worn for many years to look old. This should be quite romantic clothes, but it is worn by young people. Just a taste of poverty.

If someone is willing to ask the inn directly opposite the noodle stall, they will know that this young man who is extremely devout when eating noodles is named Shen Ke, and he is a bastard.On weekdays, he always likes to carry a sword on his back and boast that he has practiced kendo for ten years, but he can't even kill a chicken.

Shen Ke came to Lingyun Town earlier than all the sword cultivators.

As a recognized bastard and a self-confessed sword cultivator, the reason why he came here is naturally because of the ninth-grade spiritual sword.

His years of practice are not short, but his roots are mediocre, and he is still wandering in the Qi refining stage after ten years.At best, from the first floor of Qi Refining to the ninth floor, it is almost the threshold of foundation establishment.

There is an old saying in the world of comprehension, fifty young people transform into gods, thirty old people build foundations.It is said that if you can reach the stage of transformation at the age of 50, you can be regarded as a young man among monks in the stage of transformation.But if Thirty is still lingering in the establishment of the foundation, then the most famous monks are almost all juniors.

There are six realms in the realm of cultivation, Qi refining, foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying, Huashen, and Mahayana. It is generally recognized that it is difficult to break through from Jianji to Jindan, Yuanying to Huashen.Only at the Golden Core stage can one be considered as a member of the hall, and one who has entered the transformation of the gods can be considered as an entry into the house. As for a glimpse of the more intimate scenery, flying up in the daytime, that is a once-in-a-century legend.

At Shen Ke's age, he has not successfully established a foundation, and he has almost no hope of climbing to a higher level in this life.

He has spent his whole life at the bottom of the cultivation world waiting to die.

But if you get that spirit sword, everything will be different!

Even if you can't get your hands on it, it's not a loss if you can catch a second look and touch it!

Shen Ke ran faster than all the sword cultivators, but he didn't expect that there was still one person following closely behind him.Cang Wu, the second disciple of the Lianshan sect, didn't know what magic weapon he sacrificed, so he ran fast with all his flesh.

Shen Ke gasped and said, "Is it this direction?"

"Yes." Cang Wu pressed the amulet on his stomach tightly, and gasped, "That's my senior brother's Qingmang sword light, I have to rush over to have a look. You are not a disciple of Lianshan Sect, you run so fast do what?"

Shen Ke was very envious that he was as light as a swallow after putting on the magic amulet, and he didn't have a backache or breath after speaking such a long paragraph.He didn't know that the sword light didn't come from the upcoming Ninth Grade Spirit Sword, but since the head disciple of Lianshan Sect could draw the sword, it might not be a trivial matter.

It is Shen Ke's temperament that has never changed after he has been in the cultivation world for ten years.

So the wind was blowing under my feet, and I ran faster.

The second senior brother was forced by the size limit of his body, and with the bonus of the magic amulet, he was still a few positions behind Shen Ke.

The two rushed to the foot of Lingyun Buddha one after another.

I saw a person standing on the top of the Buddha with his clothes flying.

The second senior brother also giftedly recognized that it was his elder brother even after a distance of a hundred feet, and immediately said via voice transmission: "Senior brother! What happened!"

"Meet a few demon cultivators. It's okay."

The voice of the chief disciple of Lianshan Sect was calm, as if he didn't kill four Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators with a single sword just now, but sat at the noodle stall and drank a cup of weak tea with everyone.

Listening to that cold voice, Shen Ke felt a little itchy in his heart, so he asked, "Cangwu, the head disciple of Lianshan sect?"

The second senior brother rolled his eyes at him, didn't bother to answer, held down the scabbard with his left hand, and pulled out the saber with his right hand.

Eyes full of jewels.

Among the younger generation of sword cultivators of the Lianshan Sect, the highest-ranked spirit sword is the Qingmang of the first disciple Cang Wu, while the most expensive to forge is the Baoxiang of the second disciple Cang Tong.

The hilt of the sword is inlaid with countless spirit stones, and the spine of the sword is also not clean. Please engrave runes that connect to the tip of the sword.

Cang Tong pulled out a spirit sword that was exactly the same size as him, threw it upwards, jumped on the spot and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and flew upwards in the air.

His movements were quick, but that not-so-elegant posture still caught Shen Ke's eyes.

Sword cultivators who have not reached the stage of transforming gods cannot fly with the sword... Cang Tong is a cultivation base close to the stage of transforming gods in the late Yuanying stage, and he can barely use this hanging strap to make himself fly.

Shen Ke is still far away from the Nascent Soul, so he can only climb on foot from the mountain path behind the Buddha.

The small road up the mountain was funded by several rich families in the town a few years ago, paved with stone slabs, and it is quite comfortable to walk on.

Shen Ke walked up slowly with a leisurely rhythm of strolling through the courtyard.

The sun is not shining in the dense forest, so it is very cool.

From time to time, there will be gusts of mountain wind, caressing people's cheeks and bringing Lin Tao's voice.

"Huhuhu..."

"Huhuhu..."

Why doesn't it sound like Lin Tao?

Shen Ke paused, turned his head to look at the forest on the side of the path.The light was dim, and he could only see the hazy tree shadows.The tall ones are trees, the low ones are shrubs, and looking down is the grass...and a hand.

Little Black Hand.

Bloody little black hands.

Shen Ke was taken aback, recalling what he had heard and heard in the past, drew out his big iron sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the hand protruding from the grass, and approached slowly.

The point of the sword was very close to the hand.

Shen Ke pressed his index finger down, and touched the little black hand with the tip of his sword.

The little black hand's flesh was rotten, and it cracked when touched by the sword point, like a moldy fruit that had been smashed.The peel is peeled and the kernels inside pop out.

Shen Ke bent down to check, and the nut that jumped out was nothing but a mass of solid black crystals.

Magic Crystal.

When Moxiu was alive, the devil's energy circulated in the body endlessly, but when they were alive, the devil's energy would condense into crystals and spread all over the body, with different sizes.From the size and color of the magic crystal, one can see the level of cultivation in front of its owner.

This magic crystal is about half the size of a fingernail, and its color is pure black, which shows that the magic cultivator who died here was at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Earlier, Cang Wu said that he met several demon cultivators, but he didn't know if this person was one of them.

Demon cultivators' cultivation methods are usually cruel. Although they have not been strangled by other sects, they are also shamed by most monks. Therefore, they are used to living on islands outside the mainland and rarely appear in the interior of the mainland.

These demon cultivators with high levels of cultivation suddenly appeared in Lingyun Town in the west of the mainland, could it be because of the ninth-grade spirit sword?

All kinds of conspiracies swirled quickly in Shen Ke's mind.

Just as he was in a daze, the little black hand suddenly moved.

verb: move!

Only the dead magic cultivator can form magic crystals in his body.

A dead person cannot move.

Even if this dear friend is a demon cultivator, he is still a human being in the final analysis.

He shouldn't be moving.

Shen Ke slashed down with a sword.

"when!"

The little black hand was crushed into mud by the weight of the iron sword, and the sound of metal colliding came from the ground covered by this hand.

A short stick with a straight handle about an inch long, the same black color as the hand, without any ornamental pattern.

chug.

Shen Ke's heartbeat quickened for some reason, as if he was about to meet an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"WTF."

He strengthened his courage, kicked away the disfigured hand, and turned his head to see the corpse connected by the hand.

The corpse was the same as the hands, the black one was very distinctive, and one could tell it belonged to the demon cultivator at a glance.I heard that when Moxiu died, the magic energy slowly condensed and broke through the meridians, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.Shen Ke didn't know the truth before, but now that he saw the distorted expression of the corpse, he knew it was true.

So pitiful.

Shen Ke thought for a while, then took out a fire primer from his arms, cut open the surrounding weeds, and burned the corpse clean.The appearance of this dear friend's death is really terrible, and it would be bad to frighten the residents of the small town who came to worship Buddha.

After destroying the corpse and destroying the traces, Shen Ke reluctantly knelt down beside the short stick.

Hold it in one hand.

Start cold.

It feels good to hold, and it can withstand long-term play.

Shen Ke tried to pull the short stick upwards, but it didn't.It seems that it is hidden deeper than I thought, maybe it is not a short stick, but a long stick.

He pondered for a way to pry this thing out.

Shall we dig up the soil first?

Thinking in this way, Shen Kefu held the short stick in one hand and began to dig the soil with the other.The short stick became more and more comfortable to touch, like a thin and soft little hand, which made him reluctant to let go, touching it horizontally and then vertically.

Warm and cool.

No, slightly hot.

So hot!

In just a few breaths, the temperature of the stick with a straight handle rose again and again, almost scalding Shen Ke's skin.He hurriedly wanted to let go, but found that his right hand was stuck by a strange gravitational force, and he couldn't get rid of the short stick no matter what.

Under the scorching heat, the heartbeat became louder and louder, as if wishing it could pop out of his chest.

He took pleasure in bitterness and said, "Hey, stay where you should be."

The heartbeat did not subside, but the short stick seemed to understand the words of the people, and the hot temperature began to drop.

Before Shen Ke could breathe a sigh of relief, the short stick rose from the ground, flew into the sky, and cut off countless green leaves.The fallen leaves are scattered and falling, which is really beautiful.

Shen Ke was bounced away, rolled on the ground a few times, and didn't stop until he hit a big tree stump.

He pulled the weeds off his head, and wiped away the bloodstains on the side of his face that were drawn by the edges of fallen leaves.

When doing these actions, his whole body was a little numb.

what is that?

Flying stick-shaped beast?

Unheard of.

The light that soared into the sky, although it was black, was somewhat similar to the green sword light seen earlier.

Shen Ke looked up, and what he saw was the gap in the canopy pierced by the short stick, and the sunlight shining from the gap.

There is also a sword light that is more dazzling than the sun.

The black long sword descended from the sky.

The ink sword is getting closer and closer, as if it wants to pierce this short-sighted guy.

He felt the chill of the blade.

The next moment, Mo Jian suddenly stopped casting, and lingered in front of Shen Ke for a few times, as if he was thinking deeply about something.The sword energy that was too thick to dissolve condensed on the edge of the sword, and finally stopped at Shen Ke's dantian, and plunged into it.

The ink sword clattered to the ground.

……

Ten steps away, Xiao Daoluan, who came with his sword, watched as a jet of black sword energy disappeared from the person's body.

Sword Qi enters the body and condenses into a sword embryo, which is an experience that all monks in the Nascent Soul stage will have.

Whether it is Bu Xu in the previous life or Xiao Daoluan in this life, they are no strangers to this.

but--

It was his sword that formed a sword fetus in that person's body!

That person is nothing but a waste wood from the Qi refining period!

Xiao Daoluan holds the wooden sword named Yuege in his hand, thinking whether it is right or wrong to kill people and seize the sword now.