Chapter 222 Sword Maniac, Ximen Xianzhi [Second update, please subscribe]

South County.

Mount Zhongnan, Jiange.

The towering Zhongnan Mountain is like a sharp sword piercing the sky. At the top of the mountain, there is a large flat area with a large bluestone on it.

The white snow fell from the sky, making the entire Zhongnan Mountain look like a white sword drawn from its sheath.

Ximen Xianzhi opened his eyes.

He found that his entire body was covered with a thick layer of snow.

With a shudder of his body, spiritual energy was mobilized from the Qi elixir, flowing through his meridians and dispersing the snowflakes.

A sword was stuck in the snow, emitting a cold light.

Ximen Xianzhi stood up and circulated his Qi and blood to make his frozen body slightly more flexible.

He grabbed the sword.

My mind was in deep concentration.

"Immortal fate..."

He held the sword in his hand, and a warm current surged in his mind.

A white ball of light floated up in his mind.

Ximen Xianzhi punctured the ball of light, and suddenly, countless torrents poured into his mind.

After a long time, his breath gradually calmed down.

"Light……"

Ximen Xianzhi was somewhat shocked.

"This is a training system. Although it is also swordsmanship, it is different. It uses the sharpness of light to show the sharpness of the sword."

Ximen Xianzhi sat cross-legged on the bluestone.

Ximen Xianzhi, a genius who was once as famous as Overlord, Li Sansi and others, has now been left far behind with the rise of the cultivation era.

In the early days, Ximen Xianzhi had a famous name, known as the sword maniac.

He has been obsessed with swords all his life, even more obsessed than the Sword Saint Hua Dongliu.

Ximen Xianzhi lived up to his reputation as a sword maniac, and his sword skills were superb.

Now, Ximen Xianzhi, who has inherited the lightsaber, is somewhat surprised. He thought he had reached the end of swordsmanship, but suddenly he discovered a wide road.

He sat cross-legged on the blue stone, with white snow falling from the sky.

Ximen Xianzhi was fascinated and he was sorting out the ideas in his mind.

He didn't copy it completely. He liked swords, but this lightsaber heritage was not entirely about swords...

Holding the sword in his hand, Ximen Xianzhi danced with the sword on the bluestone.

The speed was very slow, but it made the falling snow slow down.

The snow was floating gently, neither fast nor slow.

There was a bright sword light bursting out from Ximen Xianzhi's sword, like a beam of light cutting through the sky, dazzling and eye-catching.

In Jiange.

Hua Dongliu, who was sitting cross-legged in the house and studying the sword, suddenly opened his eyes.

There is a sharp look in his eyes.

His sword intent faintly felt sharp and brilliant.

"Xianzhi?"

Hua Dongliu stood up, his green shirt fluttering, and he took a step forward, and the door seemed to open automatically.

He went to the large flat area on the top of the mountain. He wanted to see who was developing the sword technique that could actually arouse his sword intent.

Ximen Xianzhi was not aware of everything around him.

His heart sank into the sword.

He completely integrated his understanding of the lightsaber in his mind with the sword in his hand.

The spiritual energy was mobilized, and the flying snow was cut into two halves.

Click…click…

Cracks began to appear on the sword in Ximen Xianzhi's hand, and then it exploded and turned into iron pieces that fell all over the ground.

Ximen Xianzhi's body trembled.

In his hand, countless rays of light gathered and formed a lightsaber.

His hand shook, and the lightsaber even slipped out of his hand and stabbed into the snow.

A thick layer of snow exploded.

Countless snowflakes are flying.

The lightsaber slashed on the bluestone, leaving a cut on it.

Ximen Xianzhi's body was shaking and beads of sweat were flowing on his forehead.

However, his eyes were extremely bright, like the bright moon in the dark night. He raised his hand and grabbed towards the air.

It was as if the light was pinched.

Focus light into a sword!

The snow was like tofu, cut and covered with fine sword marks.

Ximen Xianzhi's mind was clear and at this moment, he had an epiphany.

A vortex appeared above the head, and spiritual energy was sweeping in the vortex.

He broke through.

Breaking through into the body! This movement immediately frightened the disciples on the Sword Pavilion.

Hua Dongliu came walking on the snow, carrying two swords on his back, one for chrysanthemum and the other for peach.

"It is indeed the Immortal Ganoderma... He has actually broken through to the body storage!"

A hint of excitement could not help but appear on Huadongliu's old face.

Even Hua Dongliu, although he has started practicing, is only at the peak of Qi Dan now.

And Ximen Xianzhi actually entered the realm of body storage.

Surpassed him, the Master of Jiange.

The Huadongliu people were filled with emotion. Times had changed. They, who had once been among the hundreds of schools of thought, had fallen behind and were being surpassed by the rising young people.

The disciples of Jiange gathered together.

Ximen Xianzhi was surprised to see the breakthrough.

"Senior Brother Xianzhi has made a breakthrough?"

"My Sword Pavilion has finally reached the Ti Zang realm!"

"After years of silence, Senior Brother Xianzhi is finally going to rise up and compete with Dao Pavilion Li Sansi, Xiliang Overlord and others for glory again?!"

The disciples of Jiange had mixed emotions.

Some are happy, some are envious.

Ximen Xianzhi had a whirlpool above his head, a sword case on his back, and was holding the sword handle in his hand in a daze.

The East China Flow set foot on Daping.

Ximen Xianzhi just came to his senses, grasped the hilt of the sword, and bowed towards Hua Dongliu.

"Master."

"Xianzhi, has it entered the body and hidden?"

Huadongliu laughed.

Ximen Xianzhi nodded. Although it was because of his enlightenment due to the immortal fate that he entered the body storage, at least he had entered the body storage.

"The hope of my Sword Pavilion lineage rests on you."

East China influenza.

"A new generation replaces the old one."

"Have you understood the meaning of sword?" Hua Dongliu asked again.

Ximen Xianzhi shook his head.

"Then you must hurry up. If you want to be a successful swordsman, sword spirit is essential."

East China Flow Channel.

"Master, can light... be made into a sword?"

Ximen Xianzhi stood in the snow, the drifting snow fell on his body, and he asked.

Hua Dongliu was startled and stroked his beard, as if he saw the confusion in Ximen Xianzhi's eyes.

"For a swordsman, everything can become a sword. Picking flowers can become a sword, raindrops can become a sword... even this piece of snow."

East China Flow Channel.

A piece of snow as big as goose feather fell in front of him.

He raised his hands, pinched the snow with both hands, and threw it out suddenly.

The snow was like a flying sword, whistling through the air as it slashed at the bluestone, taking a long time to dissipate.

Ximen Xianzhi's eyes were bright and became brighter.

"As long as there is a sword in your heart, everything can be a sword..."

East China Flow Channel.

Ximen Xianzhi nodded. Everything can become a sword, and that light... can naturally become a sword as well.

Moreover, light... is everywhere, and his sword... is naturally everywhere as well.

Ximen Xianzhi discovered a wide road and was delighted.

Hua Dongliu naturally knew that Ximen Xianzhi had some realizations, so he smiled and said, "Xianzhi, how long have you not been down the mountain?"

Ximen Xianzhi had not expected that Hua Dongliu would ask this question, so he cupped his hands and said, "About three years."

"Disciple originally thought it would take longer. After all, it took Master decades to comprehend the sword intent, so it should take Disciple several decades as well."

"You can't create anything by working in isolation. The times are different now, and it's easier to comprehend the sword's meaning, but... even so, the isolation of working in isolation will still hinder the evolution of the sword's meaning."

"You should get off the mountain now."

"Aren't you confused about the sword? Go find the strong and challenge them more often. You may gain something in the battle."

East China Flow Channel.

"Jing Yue is in Beiluo. His sword may inspire you. You can go and learn from him."

Jing Yue's growth in kendo far exceeded Huadong Liu's expectations.

He felt that he could give Ximen Xianzhi some inspiration.

“Yes.”

Ximen Xianzhi did not hesitate, because he truly felt the difficulty of practicing alone behind closed doors.

The path of cultivation has just begun, and it is not time to go into seclusion yet.

However, Ximen Xianzhi was a little confused. Beiluo...

"Go, these two swords are given to you."

"After the body is hidden, it is the Heavenly Lock. For sword cultivators like us, we should cultivate the most powerful one. The way of the Golden Core is not suitable for sword cultivators. When you enter the Heavenly Lock, you will be the master of the Sword Pavilion."

East China Flow Channel.

He handed the two swords on his back to Ximen Xianzhi.

Ximen Xianzhi took it and immediately felt the difference between the two swords.

Hua Dongliu burst into laughter.

As the old was replaced by the new, he felt gratified but also a little lost.

He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and disappeared on the top of the mountain amid the wind and snow.

Ximen Xianzhi held the Chaoju and Bitao swords, put the two swords into the sword case, and bowed towards the direction where Huadongliu disappeared.

Afterwards, he bowed to the Jiange disciples around Daping.

With his green robe fluttering, he strode towards the foot of Mount Zhongnan.

He is going to Beiluo. He has a very bold idea.

He is going to challenge... the strong.

…

Imperial capital.

In a narrow and cramped alley.

A figure staggered, with blood at the corner of his mouth, and stood up.

Liu Yuanhao raised his bruised head, his eyes full of brilliance.

Immortal fate...

He Liu Yuanhao has obtained the fate of immortality! Today is the era of cultivators, especially in the chaotic Imperial Capital. Although the Xiliang army has entered the Imperial Capital and has initially mastered order, but...

For the underworld gangs roaming in the darkness amid the prosperity of the imperial capital.

But it is the best era.

In today's martial arts world, strength is respected, and gangs led by cultivators have a completely different status.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Liu Yuanhao wiped the blood from his mouth and nose.

He walked out of the narrow alley and looked into the distance.

The imperial city is majestic and still stands tall.

He sniffed. He founded the Black Dragon Gang, but he called himself the young leader because the real leader of the Black Dragon Gang was actually his brother, Liu Hao.

Who is Liu Hao?

He was once a glorious figure, the first among the Thirteen Black Dragon Armies under the command of the Emperor of the Great Zhou.

Unfortunately, Xiliang and Daxuan invaded the capital, and Liu Hao died at the hands of the Overlord.

Liu Yuanhao escaped and founded the Black Dragon Gang.

However, the road to founding a gang was not smooth. He had no strength and suffered a lot.

He opened his hands and looked at his palms, with a light flashing in his eyes: "Immortal fate..."

"In the past, I didn't have the qualifications or the strength to look for those retired Black Dragon Guards, but... now, I think I am qualified. Give me some time. I want to gather the Black Dragon Guards and strengthen the Black Dragon Gang..."

"Let the Black Dragon Gang become the number one gang under the Imperial City!"

Liu Yuanhao clenched his fists.

A faint white flame burst out from the gap between his fists.

Liu Yuanhao was stunned.

Then, his mind moved, and bone fire surged out from his hands, distorting his face.

…

Xijun, Liangzhou City.

Located in the southwest of Xijun, bordering the Maurya Kingdom.

Liangzhou City has been in a state of war readiness all the time. After all, although the Maurya Kingdom is a country, it is also one of the Five Barbarians.

As Liangzhou City is the fortress of Xijun, it is natural that it must be on guard at all times.

The snowy Liangzhou city was a bit chilly.

Yongcheng Pawn Shop.

The only pawnshop in Liangzhou City, its motto is "There is nothing I dare not accept, only things you dare not pawn."

People in Liangzhou City had no idea how much money the pawnshop owner had. They only knew that the owner of Yongcheng Pawnshop was very rich, so rich that he could rival a city.

However, such a wealthy pawnshop only employed one clerk.

Ding Jiudeng, who was sitting on the doorstep, opened his eyes. He was stunned for a while before he remembered that he seemed to have just entered a place called Chengxiandi.

Touching his bald head, Ding Jiudeng was a little scared at first, but after being stunned for so long, he no longer had any fear in his mind or feeling.

There were Sanskrit chantings in his mind, and in the distance there was a bald man looking at him kindly, and various scriptures and texts were flowing.

Ding Jiudeng patted his bald head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly.

Someone kicked him in the back.

"Xiao Ding, why don't you get up and work? I provide you with food, drink and a place to live every month, is that so you can be lazy?"

"If you don't work hard, pack up and get out!"

The person behind him cursed.

Ding Jiudeng stood up and was silent for a while before he said in a panic, "I'll go right away."

He had a rather sturdy figure, but his bald head was rather eye-catching, like a lantern.

Behind him was the owner of Yongcheng Pawnshop, an old man with a pointed chin and dressed in fancy clothes.

Looking at Ding Jiudeng who turned around to go back to work, the shopkeeper stroked his beard and smiled.

He hired Ding Jiudeng because this idiot was cheap and all he had to do was provide him with food and sleep. As for his wages, he would deduct all of it every month by finding some random excuse.

What’s more, this bald guy didn’t talk back when he was beaten or scolded. How great is that?

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling.

It's time for this month's trading again.

The sharp-nosed and monkey-faced shopkeeper smiled, with greed flashing in his eyes. Once he succeeded, his wealth would double again! "Xiao Ding, work hard. The shopkeeper will come back to check your performance in the evening. If you don't do well, your salary for the next month will be deducted as well."

The shopkeeper said.

He hummed a little tune and left Yongcheng Pawn Shop.

It was a long time after the shopkeeper left the pawnshop that Ding Jiudeng finally realized what was happening and responded with a muffled voice, "Oh."

However, after a pause, Ding Jiudeng suddenly remembered something and looked in the direction where the shopkeeper left. He said, "Shopkeeper, it seems that the wages for the next month have already been deducted."

However, the shopkeeper had disappeared.

Ding Jiudeng touched his bald head and continued to work.

suddenly.

A figure wearing a bamboo hat with a draped curtain came outside the door, but his face could not be seen clearly.

“When things.”

The figure's voice was a little hoarse.

It was a long time after the words were spoken before a response came from the pawnshop.

“Here I come.”

Ding Jiudeng appeared at the small window of the pawnshop, looked at the shadow, and asked, "What do you want to pawn?"

But the man rummaged around in his arms for a while and slammed a pair of silver scissors on the counter.

"How much do you think this cut is worth?"

The bamboo hat is humane.

Ding Jiudeng stretched out his hand to take the scissors, but before his hand touched them, the silver scissors spun up at high speed and were caught by the man in the bamboo hat. Suddenly, they were pressed against his neck, cutting his skin and causing blood to flow out.

Ding Jiudeng had no expression.

The figure under the bamboo hat was stunned. This guy... is so courageous.

"Where is your shopkeeper?"

Ding Jiudeng finally came to his senses, a sense of fear filled his whole body, but he had already lost the momentum of fear, so he shivered all over, looking at the man in the bamboo hat with a little panic in his eyes.

"The... the shopkeeper has gone to sell the goods."

Ding Jiudeng said.

"Take me there." said the man in the bamboo hat again.

The words fell.

Two silver scissors were placed on Ding Jiudeng’s bald head.

Ding Jiudeng was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he felt that he had missed the best time to scare people. He suddenly felt bored and no longer had much fear. He said belatedly, "Okay..."

The man in the bamboo hat: “…”

This person...

So brave! So steady!

Ding Jiudeng actually knew where the shopkeeper bought his goods.

However, he felt that he should not bring this man to the shopkeeper, even though the shopkeeper treated him very badly, beating and scolding him, and often withholding his wages.

but……

At least the shopkeeper gave him a place to stay.

His father died on the battlefield in Liangzhou City, leaving him alone. If the shopkeeper had not given him a place to stay, he might still be wandering, or even freezing or starving to death on the streets.

So, Ding Jiudeng brought the man in the bamboo hat to the interconnected alleys of Liangzhou City.

As soon as he entered the alley, he stopped and stood there in a daze for a while.

Then, it accelerated suddenly and ran wildly through the criss-crossing alleys.

After a long time, he looked back and patted his chest in fear when he saw that the man in the bamboo hat had been bypassed by him.

After he left the alley, he rushed to where the shopkeeper was selling his goods.

He knew that place. Once, when the shopkeeper was searched by officials from Liangzhou City, he followed the officials there.

Ding Jiudeng didn’t know.

When he came out of the alley, on the roof of the alley, there was a figure in a bamboo hat sitting on the roof, his black robe fluttering, looking calmly in the direction he left.

…

Beiluo City stands majestically on the snowy plain.

The heavy snow was blowing, covering up the footprints left by the people walking on the snowy field.

suddenly.

There was the sound of horse hooves.

The snow was blowing in rustles.

A black-maned horse galloped from the horizon of the snowy field, its mane fluttering in the wind and snow.

And on the horse's back, there was a burly figure sitting upright.

On the top of Beiluo City Tower.

The guards guarding the city saw the black-maned horse galloping rapidly across the snow.

Those were horses that were abundant in Xiliang! The figure on the horse's back shocked the defenders even more! "It's... It's Overlord!"

The defenders shouted in surprise.

There was a sudden commotion on the city wall.

Luo Cheng looked at the figure riding towards him and his expression changed slightly.

The Overlord is here too?

King Beixuan, King Xiliang...

Why did the monarchs of Daxuan and Xiliang come to Beiluo?

It can be said that Tan Tai Xuan came for Jiang Li, but then Overlord...did he come for Tan Tai Xuan?

Luo Cheng was speechless. He took action himself, raised a breath of spiritual energy, and galloped around the city.

Beiluo, on the island in the middle of the lake.

Tan Tai Xuan had just reached the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan, who was leaning on the wheelchair, looked a little strange.

He looked at Tan Tai Xuan who had just sat down, smiled, and said, "The Overlord has also come to Beiluo."

The words fell.

Tan Tai Xuan, who had just sat down, felt his pupils shrink and his buttocks felt like they were being pricked by needles.

He took a deep breath.

The bully... is going too far.

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