Chapter 2289 [Shang Xie] Ultimate Version of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin

Mu Ningqing swallowed the pill and simply sat on the ground. He slowly looked around at the corpses lying around. He murmured,

"The greatest catastrophe in the history of Tianji Sect, I never thought it would be caused by her."

Zhan Luoying's eyes darkened slightly. He looked into the depths of the forest with his hands behind his back and said calmly,

"You'd better take a break now, just in case. We need to get up there as soon as possible."

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When the first ray of dawn light broke through the darkness from above the forest, Xia Fuyi had already been deep in the sword tomb for two full hours.

When that piercing ray of dawn illuminated this vast, ancient and desolate cemetery, it suddenly became dazzling as if it had been infinitely magnified.

Zhan Luoying, standing on the stone platform at the top of the mountain, looked at the dazzling white light. She first widened her eyes in surprise, and then showed an expression of horror.

"Ten thousand... Ten thousand swords return to their origin!"

Mu Ningqing beside him screamed out first.

The tall man standing on the edge of the cliff in front of them with his hands behind his back said nothing, but just looked down indifferently at the beautiful patch of light not far away.

Mu Ningqing knew he was being rude, so he shut up, and together with Zhan Luoying beside him, he suppressed all the shock in his heart.

Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin is a powerful killer move that can only be mastered by those who have mastered the way of the sword to the extreme. It can be called the number one killer move in the martial arts world. However, it has been worshipped on the altar since its birth, and no one has ever heard of anyone mastering it.

But I didn't expect that the first time I saw this move was in such a situation, watching that person use it.

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This was the best she could do.

In the center of thousands of old iron swords suspended in the air, Long Yuan was trembling and whistling continuously.

Those broken swords, said to be left over from the ancient war, were not easy to control. They emitted bursts of humming sounds of resistance in the air. Xia Fuyi's brows were furrowed tighter and tighter until a sound of breaking wind cut through the air. She suddenly opened her eyes, and Long Yuan passed by, and with a clang of bright light, he shot down a broken sword.

Immediately afterwards, those millions of swords fell to the ground with a clang.

Xia Fuyi also fell from a high altitude.

I almost fell when I landed.

Long Yuan was pinned to the ground by her and barely managed to keep his balance.

She lowered her head and breathed rapidly. When she raised her eyes, extremely dim light flashed across her pupils, illuminating an inorganic pale gold.

She frowned and tried to hold it in, but she couldn't hold back a cough that came from deep within her lungs. Large streams of blood gushed out of her mouth, instantly dyeing the desolate red land red.

Xia Fuyi wiped the corner of her mouth, raised her eyes to look deeper into the sword tomb, and then looked up at the top of the mountain.

She used to be the head of the Tianji Sect's Sword Pavilion and had been responsible for guarding this sword tomb for a long time. Therefore, she knew very well how big this sword tomb was and how terrifying this huge sword formation was.

The only way she could break the sword tomb was to use the "Return of All Swords to Their Origin". However, if she used this move too much, she would inevitably overdraw all her internal strength. If she used it too much, she might even lose her life.

But if she wanted to get through it slowly, not to mention whether there were other mechanisms, she probably couldn't afford the time.

Xia Fuyi rested for about a moment, and when she opened her eyes again, the golden color in her eyes had deepened even more. She looked dangerous and indifferent, more like a ruthless and desireless killing god above the clouds.

She stood up holding Long Yuan and walked forward.

The wind blew down from the top of the mountain, blowing away the old smell of blood on her face.

She rose up with the wind, creating blue snow waves all over the sky.