【Chapter 114】The Birth of Inheritance
【Chapter 114】The Birth of Inheritance
The sword intent of these swords is different, some are extremely strong and powerful, some are light and elegant, and some are deep and restrained.
Ye Yisheng couldn't help but exclaimed: "So many swords! And every sword looks very sharp, much better than the ones we bought before."
Nangong Chenyu was not as shocked as Ye Yishen. He had entered a sword tomb in the Xuanwu Realm. In comparison, the swords he saw in the sword tomb in the Xuanwu Realm were better than the swords here.
"If I sell these swords, I will definitely make a lot of spirit stones." At this moment, what Ye Yisheng saw was not swords, but piles of spirit stones.
Nangong Chenyu: “…” It’s a good idea, but he didn’t even dare to think like that!
Ye Yisheng looked at Nangong Chenyu and asked, "Ah Yu, these swords are ownerless, can we just take them?"
At this moment, Ye Yishen had completely forgotten what Nangong Chenyu had said not long ago.
Nangong Chenyu couldn't help but twitch his mouth: "Go and try to see if you can take it casually."
Ye Yisheng immediately walked towards the sword closest to him.
The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the blade reflected a sharp light. The patterns on the sword are so delicate and detailed that they seem to be telling a piece of ancient history.
Just when Ye Yisheng stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, the sword turned into stars and disappeared.
Ye Yisheng looked bewildered.
He turned around and looked at Nangong Chenyu, as if asking silently: Where is the sword? Where did the sword go?
Nangong Chenyu pointed in a direction.
Looking in the direction of his finger, Ye Yisheng saw several swords stuck in the ground about fifteen meters away from him, including the one that had just been stuck in front of him.
Returning to Nangong Chenyu, Ye Yisheng asked, "Ah Yu, what's going on?"
Nangong Chenyu stretched out his hand and pinched Ye Yisheng's face: "It seems that you didn't listen carefully when I talked to you before."
"What did you say?" Ye Yishen asked subconsciously.
Seeing that he really had forgotten, Nangong Chenyu repeated what he had said in the passage before: "Almost all the swords here have sword spirits. You can't just take them away if you want to. They must be willing to go with you."
Ye Yisheng: “…” Why does this sound familiar?
Nangong Chenyu continued, "Close your eyes and try to feel these swords with the sword intent you have comprehended."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.
Ye Yishen then closed his eyes and began to feel the sword intent emanating from these swords.
Gradually, various swords appeared in the minds of the two men, and the appearance of each sword was extremely clear.
Nangong Chenyu's sword path is to eliminate demons and defend the way of justice. His sword intent is fierce and unmatched, like a violent storm. Ye Yishen is a music cultivator, and his sword intent is as light and elegant as the sound of music, like catkins blowing in the wind.
Suddenly, there was a vibration coming from deep within the sword tomb.
Nangong Chenyu and Ye Yishen opened their eyes at the same time, and saw a golden light shooting out from the ground and straight into the sky.
Ye Yisheng asked doubtfully: "What is this?"
"It's a sign that the Sword Tomb inheritance is about to appear." Nangong Chenyu had seen such a scene before, so he saw it at a glance, "Let's go and take a look."
The two immediately rushed in the direction of the golden light.
After some searching, the two finally found the source of the golden light - a long sword that was completely golden. This long sword exudes a strong sword energy fluctuation, as if it has the power to destroy the world.
The next moment the two arrived, the golden light on the long sword was completely gathered into the sword body.
At the same time.
Many cultivators who came to Jianxia Mountain but failed to find the entrance to the sword tomb also saw the golden light rising into the sky.
"This is?"
"The strange phenomenon that appeared on Jianxia Mountain must be the appearance of a fairy sword or a divine sword."
"No, it should be the Sword Tomb inheritance that is about to appear."
Several groups of people were having similar conversations.
Without a doubt, these monks who could not find the location of the sword tomb, after a brief stop, rushed towards the place where the golden light appeared.
Greed and desire flashed in the eyes of each of them, and they would stop at nothing to fight for the legendary sword inheritance.
Nangong Chenyu and Ye Yisheng had no idea what was happening outside the sword tomb.
With just one glance, Nangong Chenyu knew that the sword in front of him was not suitable for him, and the so-called inheritance was naturally not for him. He asked Ye Yisheng beside him: "Do you have any special feelings?"
"I just felt a calling. But after walking here, the calling suddenly disappeared." Ye Yisheng expressed his feelings.
"Then did the calling you just felt come from this sword?" Nangong Chenyu asked, pointing at the sword in front of him.
Ye Yisheng carefully looked at the long sword in front of him and said uncertainly: "It seems so."
Nangong Chenyu touched his chin and thought. He suspected that Ye Yishen and the long sword in front of him had resonated, causing the long sword to show the phenomenon of inheritance.
But after they got closer, the long sword discovered that Ye Yisheng was not a sword cultivator, and it no longer wanted to recognize Ye Yisheng as its master.
Thinking of this possibility, Nangong Chenyu released his spiritual sense and locked onto the sword to prevent it from running away.
Then he said to Ye Yisheng: "Put a few drops of blood on the blade of this sword, and then try to pull it out."
Ye Yisheng felt that compared to himself, it would be better for Nangong Chenyu, a sword cultivator, to receive the inheritance. But before he could say no, Nangong Chenyu had already cut a cut on his finger.
Through his spiritual sense, Nangong Chenyu saw that many cultivators had entered the sword tomb. He knew what Ye Yishen was thinking, so in order not to waste time, he simply took action.
Blood dripped from Ye Yisheng's fingers onto the sword.
But the sword did not absorb the blood, and the blood flowed down the sword.
Seeing this, Nangong Chenyu reached out and patted the hilt of the long sword: "Hurry up and recognize the master, it's not good to be picky."
The sword body shook a little, and the long sword obviously understood what Nangong Chenyu said. But it still did not absorb Ye Yishen's blood.
It is rare to come across a sword that resonates with Ye Yi and contains a legacy. Nangong Chenyu naturally didn't want Ye Yisheng to miss this opportunity.
However, more and more monks are entering the sword tomb. If they delay any further, they will become the target of public criticism.
In order to avoid being attacked by the crowd, Nangong Chenyu continued to threaten Changjian: "If you don't acknowledge your master again, I will throw you into the cesspool."
The sword shook again.
It seemed that Nangong Chenyu's threat worked, and the sword absorbed Ye Yishen's blood.
When Ye Yisheng stretched out his hand and grasped the sword, he felt a powerful sword energy surging into his body. His entire body was enveloped by the golden light emanating from the sword.
The sword cultivation inheritance flooded into his mind, and sword techniques appeared in his head one by one.
"Falcons fly through the clouds, wild horses part their manes, explore the sea for pearls, turn around to pick fruits..."
At the same time, a stone platform appeared in the center of the sword tomb that the two had passed by before. In an instant, the white light emanating from the stone platform illuminated the entire sword tomb.
Seeing this, the monks who entered the sword tomb rushed towards the stone platform.
When the monks arrived, they saw a sword emitting an ancient aura lying quietly on the stone platform. A faint golden light flowed on the sword, as if it contained infinite power.
Around the sword, sword energy crisscrossed and formed a natural barrier, forcing back those monks who tried to approach.
When Nangong Chenyu saw the sword on the stone platform through his spiritual sense, his expression became very strange.
But he did not go back.
"The inheritance is born, and the sword chooses its master!"
A white-haired old man appeared on the stone platform, his eyes gleaming with brilliance and his voice full of temptation.
Hearing this, everyone couldn't contain their excitement. For those who longed for the inheritance and the divine sword, the sword energy barrier on the stone platform was nothing more than a thin veil.
Seeing the old man turn into stars and disappear, everyone displayed their unique skills.
Some people held long swords and cut through the void, trying to seize the inheritance directly; some people silently recited spells and summoned spirit beasts to help, intending to overwhelm others with force; and others silently observed the movements around them, looking for the best time to strike.
For a moment, sword energy was everywhere, knives were flashing, spells were flying, and the deafening sound of sword energy colliding came one after another, and the scene fell into chaos.
The sword energy barrier was broken through at some point, and a cultivator obtained the magic sword. Feeling the tremendous power contained therein, a smug smile appeared on his face. However, the next moment, his head and body were separated.
In this battle, monks were constantly injured or killed. The blood dyed the ground of the sword tomb red, adding a touch of tragedy to the battle.
Nangong Chenyu frowned tightly when he saw this scene. He glanced at Ye Yishen who was still receiving the inheritance. He did not return to fight for the so-called divine sword.
As time went by, the competition gradually entered a white-hot stage.
Everyone is willing to fight for the final inheritance and the sword at all costs. Some people chose to unite and fight against the powerful enemy together; others chose to go all out and try their best to win the final victory.
Among the many monks, a young man in green stood out.
He had a handsome face, firm eyes, and held an inconspicuous iron sword in his hand. He did not rush into battle like the others, but stood quietly there, closing his eyes, as if feeling the atmosphere around him.
At this moment, a dazzling light flew out from the crowd and turned into a sharp sword, shooting straight into the sky.
Everyone stopped fighting, held their breath, and stared at the lightsaber.
In the silence, a monk's anxious voice came out: "Excalibur, my Excalibur."
Everyone looked at him out of the corner of their eyes, and if he moved, they would attack him together.
After circling in the air for a few times, the lightsaber suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew towards the location of the young man in green.
The young man in blue's eyes lit up and he immediately stepped forward. He swung the iron sword in his hand, and it collided with the stream of light.
Suddenly, a powerful air wave spread out from him, forcing the surrounding monks to retreat a few steps.
When the air wave dissipated, the young man in green was seen holding the magic sword transformed from the flowing light. He swung the sword lightly, and a sharp sword energy came out, instantly splitting a huge rock into two halves.
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