Li Lingge closed his eyes and concentrated, the Chaos Jade Sword in his hand trembling slightly.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes: "Junior generation does not want to follow the path of the predecessors!"
He raised the Chaos Jade Sword high, and the black and white energies soared into the sky, evolving on their own in the void, turning into a pattern of yin and yang fish chasing each other.
"Senior Sword God's sword path is indeed supreme, but that is ultimately your path. I wish to use chaos as my foundation and forge a sword path of my own!"
Upon hearing this, the young Sword God first frowned, then burst into laughter.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Amidst his laughter, his figure began to become blurred.
"Li Lingge, remember what I said today. The way of swordsmanship is boundless. Only those who are sincere to the sword can reach the pinnacle."
As the words fell, sword shadows flew over and poured into Li Lingge's body like a river of stars.
Li Lingge only felt that there were countless sword moves and sword intentions in his mind, each of which was exquisite and superb.
At the same time, the Sword God's parting words echoed in his mind.
"Today I will pass on to you my lifelong understanding of the way of the sword. I hope you can go further than I have..."
Various sword techniques converged in Li Lingge's mind. After holding the sword for a hundred thousand years, he finally felt that he had finally grasped the true meaning of sword technique.
Whether it was alchemy, formations, or talismans, he was a latecomer, and only the way of the sword was his own.
The onlookers saw Li Lingge suddenly stop moving, his body enveloped by black and white energy, forming a cocoon of light.
Sword energy could be vaguely seen in the light cocoon, but no one could see clearly what was happening inside.
"Is this... enlightenment?" Huang Yaochen said in shock, "Could it be that he truly comprehended the Chaos Sword Sutra?!"
The Chaos Sword Scripture was left by the Sword God, but no one in the Xuantian Sword Sect has been able to comprehend it for millions of years.
He always thought that what Wu Chen said about Li Lingge's talent in swordsmanship being absolutely as good as his talent in alchemy was just an excuse to snatch his disciples from the Fuyao Sect.
However, no one expected that the moment Li Lingge held the Chaos Sword, he would comprehend the Chaos Sword Sutra left by the Sword God.
"Could it be that his talent for swordsmanship is really that strong?"
The moment Wu Chen saw the black and white energy surrounding Li Lingge, he was so excited that his whole body was shaking.
"Chaos Sword Scripture...Chaos Sword Scripture really exists!"
The Chaos Sword has been in his hands for millions of years, but neither he nor the elders and disciples in the sect have been able to comprehend the inheritance left by the Sword God.
He even once doubted whether the Chaos Sword Sutra mentioned by the Sword God really existed?
Now that he saw it with his own eyes, his doubts were instantly dispelled.
And the fact was just as he guessed. The powerful sword intent in Li Lingge was not groundless. The opponent's talent in swordsmanship was not inferior to his talent in alchemy, and was even better than his talent in alchemy.
"Master Ancestor, we have finally found a descendant who can inherit your swordsmanship."
Zhao Han's head swayed mechanically from side to side, and his neck made a "cracking" sound as bones dislocated.
His bloodshot eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, and the black and white swirling sword intent was reflected in his pupils.
"Impossible... This is impossible..."
The hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out from rotten lungs, and each word was gurgling with blood foam.
Seven streams of sticky black blood slowly crawled out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, outlining a strange totem on his pale face.
Zhao Han had an unidentified blue dagger in his right hand, with dark patterns running across the blade. It was the Soul-Devouring Spear from the Demon Realm.
The originally hunched figure suddenly stretched into an afterimage, and Zhao Han's distorted face dragged a bloody trail in the air.
"Die—"
The Soul-Devouring Thorn emitted a blue light that sounded like the howling of thousands of wronged souls, but no one tried to stop Zhao Han because Li Lingge once again made them look at him in disbelief.
At this moment, everyone's attention was on Li Lingge, and no one paid any attention to this sudden clown.
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