[Chapter 116] Fairy Sword Dust Light

[Chapter 116] Fairy Sword Dust Light

When they turned around, Nangong Chenyu and Ye Yisheng saw a sword energy flashing red light rapidly attacking the spaceship they were on.

The sword energy gradually grew stronger.

Nangong Chenyu skillfully controlled the spaceship to avoid the attack, and launched a Nascent Soul stage spiritual attack at Peng Feizhang who was chasing him.

With the protection of the evil sword spirit, Peng Feizhang did not die even if his consciousness was attacked, but he was temporarily unable to move.

On the side, red light occupied Ye Yisheng's entire sight. His eyes blurred and he found himself in a pool of blood.

Before he could figure out what was happening, he saw a sword light breaking through the blood pool, and at the same time, Nangong Chenyu's voice sounded in his mind.

"Evil spirit, disperse!"

His vision blurred again, and Ye Yisheng realized that he had never left the spaceship from beginning to end. The spaceship was still flying towards the entrance to the sword tomb. There is no such thing as a blood pool.

After looking behind him and seeing nothing, Ye Yisheng asked, "What happened just now?"

"Your mind has been affected by the evil spirit." Nangong Chenyu quickly told Ye Yisheng what had happened in the sword tomb before.

"Why is there an evil sword in the sword tomb?" Ye Yisheng was puzzled.

"The evil sword is also a sword. But it is different from other swords. It should have been sealed in the sword tomb by a powerful person." Nangong Chenyu expressed his guess.

"Since it is sealed, how could it escape?" Ye Yisheng asked.

"Over time, the seal loosens."

As they were talking, the two of them were approaching the entrance to the sword tomb.

I saw seven or eight monks attacking the entrance to the sword tomb.

Originally, as long as a cultivator who had comprehended the sword intent sent a sword move with sword intent towards the barrier at the entrance of the sword tomb, he could open a passage in the barrier.

However, the barrier that the monks were attacking now was not the barrier at the original entrance to the sword tomb, but a barrier set up by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

As for the person who set up the barrier, it was naturally the Nascent Soul cultivator who obtained the evil sword.

Several people who were attacking the barrier noticed someone coming, so they stopped attacking and turned to look behind them. Seeing that the two people coming were two unfamiliar male cultivators, several people breathed a sigh of relief and looked behind them.

Not seeing Peng Feizhang, one of the male cultivators in the middle Jindan stage asked, "Have you seen a senior in the Yuanying stage?"

Nangong Chenyu replied: “I saw it.”

Several people's breathing paused.

Nangong Chenyu pointed at a male cultivator in a blue robe and said, "Not long ago, we saw a Yuanying-stage senior chasing him and three others."

The face of the blue-clothed male cultivator who was pointed at by him turned pale instantly. Faced with everyone's inquiring gazes, the male cultivator subconsciously took a few steps back.

However, the others also retreated and moved away from the male cultivator. Judging from the guilty look on the male cultivator's face, the three companions with him were most likely killed by him.

The male cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Stage said, "The most important thing right now is to break the barrier and leave the Sword Tomb."

The rest of the people withdrew their gazes from the blue-clothed male cultivator. No matter who the three people who were killed by him were, it had nothing to do with them. What they have to do is to be on guard against the male cultivators, so as to avoid being the next one to be tricked by him.

"Everyone, use your strongest attack to break the barrier as quickly as possible."

When saying this, the male cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core stage specifically glanced at Nangong Chenyu and Ye Yishen. The "everyone" he mentioned obviously included the two of them.

The others also made room for two people so that Nangong Chenyu and Ye Yisheng could attack the barrier with them.

Seeing that Nangong Chenyu didn't move, Ye Yishen also stood still.

Nangong Chenyu glanced around and fixed his eyes on a sword on the ground that was half buried in the soil.

That sword was actually the divine sword that everyone had been fighting for.

He stretched out his hand and sucked, and the magic sword flew into his hand. Holding the magic sword in hand, a familiar feeling arises spontaneously.

Many people saw the battle between the two Nascent Soul cultivators. Both were Yuanying stage cultivators, but the one holding the divine sword was killed by the one holding the evil sword.

It can be seen that the power of the divine sword is far inferior to that of the evil sword.

Therefore, everyone was busy escaping and completely forgot about the sword, which was not very powerful. Now that the magic sword is in Nangong Chenyu's hands, they have no intention of fighting for it.

Seeing that the two were still standing still, the male cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core couldn't help but call out their names: "If you two want to live, come and attack the barrier with us."

Nangong Chenyu took a look at the barrier and told the truth: "That is not an ordinary barrier. Even with the cultivation level of the people present, it would take three months to break it. If you want to leave the sword tomb, you have to kill the person who set up the barrier."

"If you don't want to contribute, just say so. Stop exaggerating." The blue-clothed male cultivator said indignantly, "You should know that the one who set up the barrier was a Yuanying-stage senior holding the evil sword. I believe everyone knows how powerful that senior is."

Ye Yisheng believed in what Nangong Chenyu said 100%. After hearing the words of the blue-clothed male cultivator, everyone looked at him and Nangong Chenyu, and he pointed at the barrier.

"If you want to break the barrier, just do it. We are not trying to stop you."

The blue-clothed male cultivator had an expression that said, "I knew you guys wanted to just sit back and reap the benefits."

Ye Yisheng: “…”

At this time, Nangong Chenyu had finished checking the magic sword in his hand. Without looking at other people, he said to Ye Yisheng: "Let's go back to the sword tomb."

"Okay." Before leaving, Ye Yisheng said, "There's no time to argue with us. The barrier may have been broken by you."

The two men walked away.

The faces of those who stayed behind all looked unhappy.

Away from the entrance of the sword tomb, Nangong Chenyu performed the cleaning spell on the magic sword several times in a row. Then he left a mark of his spiritual consciousness on the sword and dripped his own blood on the sword.

After the magic sword sensed Nangong Chenyu's soul breath, the sword spirit woke up from its slumber. Soon Nangong Chenyu's blood was absorbed by the magic sword.

Immediately afterwards, the magic sword emitted a dazzling white light.

When the white light dissipated, the sword had changed drastically.

The sword is silver-white in color, with intricate and mysterious patterns engraved on the blade and a majestic blue dragon carved on the hilt.

Ye Yisheng looked at the sword in Nangong Chenyu's hand and asked, "Is this the magic sword you mentioned?"

"It's not a magic sword, it's just a ninth-level spiritual sword." As soon as Nangong Chenyu finished speaking, the spiritual sword in his hand trembled.

He let go of his hand, and the magic sword flew out, writing the words "Immortal Sword" in the air.

Nangong Chenyu raised his eyebrows: "Are you a fairy sword now?"

The magic sword floats up and down.

This magical sword is Nangong Chenyu's natal sword in the Xuanwu Realm, named Chen Guang, and it is a sword specifically used to defeat evil spirits.

"Why are you in the sword tomb?"

The sword spirit of the Chen Guang Sword immediately transmitted a memory to Nangong Chenyu.

For unknown reasons, the Chen Guang Sword was upgraded to a fairy sword. It came to the mortal world with Nangong Chenyu. But after entering the mortal world, it separated from Nangong Chenyu. For some unknown reason, it fell into the sword tomb.

As for the matter of the evil sword, the spirit of the Dust Light Sword knew nothing about it. Because the sword spirit of the Chen Guang Sword fell into a deep sleep as soon as it entered the sword tomb. If it hadn’t sensed the soul breath of Nangong Chenyu, the spirit of the Chenguan Sword would not have awakened so quickly.

The incident of the evil sword made Nangong Chenyu suspect that the Chen Guang Sword fell into the sword tomb because of it.

Seeing Nangong Chenyu recall the Immortal Sword, Ye Yisheng asked curiously, "Was the Immortal Sword just passed on to you?"

Nangong Chenyu: “…” How should he answer this?

“I guess so!” Nangong Chenyu changed the subject: “The purpose of coming to the Sword Tomb has been achieved, let’s go!”

"Didn't you say that in order to break the barrier at the entrance of the sword tomb, we need to kill the person who set up the barrier?" Ye Yishen frowned.

"Don't worry, with it here, we can handle it." Nangong Chenyu said, raising the Dust Light Sword in his hand.

Originally, if he wanted to kill the Nascent Soul cultivator holding the evil sword, he would have to pay a high price. However, he now has the Dust Light Sword in his hand, which is specifically designed to restrain the Evil Sword, so he only needs to pay a very small price.

When the two came to the entrance of the sword tomb again, all the cultivators who had attacked the barrier before were dead except for the male cultivator in blue.

The evil sword was absorbing the blood from the bodies of those cultivators. Peng Feizhang was sitting cross-legged beside them, and a male cultivator in blue stood behind him.

"Master, they are the two people I just told you about." The male cultivator in blue bent down and said to Peng Feizhang.

Peng Feizhang suddenly opened his eyes.

Meeting his scarlet eyes, Ye Yisheng had the illusion that he was being stared at by some ferocious beast.

Nangong Chenyu raised his chin and pointed at Peng Feizhang, explaining to Ye Yisheng: "Look at his appearance, his mind has obviously been corroded by the evil sword."

Ye Yisheng wondered, "Why didn't he kill his apprentice?"

"He is controlled by the evil sword, and as long as he appears in front of people, he will be discovered. He keeps a disciple in case someone needs him when he goes out." Nangong Chenyu guessed.

Peng Feizhang laughed strangely and said, "You are right, kid. If your cultivation was not too low, I would have chosen you to be the vessel. If you can't be the vessel, it's not bad to be the nourishment of my magic sword."

Nangong Chenyu said disdainfully: "It's just an evil sword. How dare you say that you are a divine sword?"

Peng Feizhang snorted heavily: "If I say it is a magic sword, it is a magic sword."

In such a short while, Nangong had condensed a sword of spiritual consciousness in his sea of ​​​​consciousness. Just wait for the evil sword spirit to appear, then use the sword of spiritual consciousness to kill it.

The blue-clothed male cultivator fanned the flames: "Master, they must be coveting your magic sword, so they say it is an evil sword."

Peng Feizhang raised his hand and said, "You step down."

"Yes, Master."

Peng Feizhang stretched out his index finger to control the evil sword: "Go, kill those two people."

"Ayi, please wait for me aside." Nangong Chenyu sent out the Dust Light Sword while speaking to Ye Yisheng.

"Okay, be careful." Ye Yishen stepped aside and took out his newly acquired spiritual sword, ready to provide support at any time.

The Dust Light Sword turned into a stunning streak and headed towards the Evil Sword.

The white light and red light collided, making a deafening roar. A dazzling light suddenly burst out from where the two swords intersected. Sensing the evil sword spirit floating out of the evil sword, Nangong Chenyu took the opportunity to release the sword of spiritual consciousness that he had prepared.

"Ah~" The evil sword spirit's miserable cry came from the light.

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