Of course, Lu Wuxiu came to draw his sword not because he was threatened by Li Ang, nor because he could not resist the request of his relatives.
He always felt that he lacked a good weapon, but since he embarked on the path of immortality, he had never found one that completely met his requirements.
But when he saw the sword, he felt... a resonance.
That sword is calling me.
That sword should belong to Lu Wuxiu.
Lu Wuxiu's eyes were determined, and he placed his hand on the black hilt without hesitation, as if he was holding a red-hot iron block. When his skin touched the hilt, a hissing sound was heard and puffs of black smoke came out.
Yes, Lu Wuxiu did not have luck or spiritual energy to protect his hands. Even though he was burned, he didn't care at all, as if he didn't feel the pain. He sank his energy into his dantian, stood with his feet slightly apart, slowly exerted force, and drew his sword!
The sword did not move, and Lu Wuxiu did not move either. He just stared intently at his sword, and continued to draw the sword with his hand.
Red blood flowed out from the palm of his hand. When the blood met the black sword, it was quickly absorbed like water meeting a sponge, gurgling as if it was extremely thirsty.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour...
The sword did not move, and Lu Wuxiu did not move either. It was like a silent contest.
Crack—a crack appeared on the black sword.
Crack—all the cracks appeared, like a snake shedding its skin, and the black shell of the sword slowly dissipated, revealing its true appearance.
The sword wasn't a patina-like black. Starting from the pure black hilt, the color rapidly faded to a lighter shade, leaving the blade a silver-black. Red veins of blood shot straight out from the hilt, adding a touch of brightness to the blade. The sword wasn't dull either; it was bright enough to clearly illuminate Lu Wuxiu's pale face and the falling rocks behind him.
When the black shell broke, the cave began to vibrate. The magma pool under the black rock pillar surged up, and the rocks on the top of the cave kept falling down, creating deep pits.
At such a dangerous time, no one in the cave left in order to get the Flame-Eating Sword.
bass--
Rumble——
The moment the sword was drawn out, the black rock pillar collapsed. At the same time, a large column of magma shot out from the original place of the black rock pillar. Afterwards, it was like a big hole was broken in the lake, and a huge whirlpool appeared at the bottom of the magma pool.
A powerful suction force came from the vortex, sucking away everything in the small hole.
——
When Lu Wuxiu opened his eyes again, he saw a colorful elk slowly nibbling on the fresh grass on the ground one meter away from him. Besides the elk's chewing sound, he could also hear the sound of gurgling water.
Everything in front of him told him that he had already left that warm land. Lu Wuxiu was also stunned for a moment, and the memories before he lost consciousness returned to his mind.
Where's the sword?!
Lu Wuxiu stood up suddenly and found that half of his body was soaked in the stream water, and his clothes had been burned to shreds. Fortunately, his inner clothes were still intact, but it was still impolite to meet people like this. Yes, this is what he taught in etiquette class.
Then, I had to go find someone nearby to "borrow" one.
Lu Wuxiu sensed something unusual in his sea of consciousness, and with a thought, the Flame-Eating Sword appeared in his hand. He retracted the sword and released it, practicing this a few times. After putting it away, he washed up briefly by the stream and walked up the river.
The chances of meeting people are higher when walking by the water. Lu Wuxiu walked while paying attention to the movements around him. When he woke up, he found that he had reached the peak of foundation building.
After walking along the stream for about half an hour, Lu Wuxiu finally heard the sound of fighting. He tapped his toes and flew out, summoning the Flame-Eating Sword in the air in one go. After waiting for so long, he decided to eliminate the opponent first, and then pick up his storage bag, which should contain the clothes and healing items he needed.
The battlefield was blocked by a forest of short trees. Judging from the sounds, there was a battle between monks and monsters on the other side. In other words, what he had to do was to eliminate the monks first to prevent them from seeing his disheveled appearance.
Thinking this, Lu Wuxiu sped through the shrubbery. When he finally understood what was going on, he realized the other person was a female cultivator. Judging by her attire, she was an inner disciple of the Yanjian Sect. Seeing this, Lu Wuxiu immediately stopped his sword and decided to find a change of clothes before continuing with the competition.
He was facing the back of the demon beast, which was so huge that it obscured most of the figure of the female cultivator opposite. Although he only watched for a moment, Lu Wuxiu could quickly see that the female cultivator's spiritual energy was running low, while the demon beast was beaten bloody.
If this continues, the female cultivator opposite will be in great danger. The most correct thing to do now is to throw a smoke bomb and run away. However, it seems that the female cultivator opposite is determined to fight to the end. If she fights to the death, there is indeed a possibility of surviving, but it is too risky.
These analyses flashed through his mind in an instant, and Lu Wuxiu shook his head. He did not intend to meddle in other people's affairs, so as not to bring himself unnecessary trouble.
Lu Wuxiu was about to turn around, but before he turned around, he saw the monster jumping high. It seemed that the monster was making a final counterattack.
Being able to force such a demon beast into this state, he is worthy of being an inner sect disciple, but he will definitely be seriously injured in the end. In Lu Wuxiu's mind, this is not a good deal. Thinking of this, he turned around.
Lu Wuxiu took a step forward, but stopped abruptly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure.
An idea just arose in his mind, but before he could make a rational judgment, in less than half a breath, Lu Wuxiu jumped, stretched out his right hand, and the Flame-Eating Sword appeared in his hand. With one slash of the sword, the monster's head slowly fell to the ground.
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