"There are a lot of people who want that thing. I have some information here and can give it to you for free." The proprietress said with a smile.
She has a very accurate eye for people.
Although the man in front of him was alone, his temperament was different from other desperate criminals. He had a different artistic conception than other people, especially the sword in his hand. It was a very pure sword. The moment he saw the sword, he was sure of this man's strength. That's why she came to test him and wanted to find out more information.
Because the inn is engaged in information trading.
"How about it? Do you want to?"
"It came pretty quickly."
The proprietress's voice was interrupted by Chen Luo.
Chant!
The long sword on the table made a sound of sword chirping, and as if in response to this sound, the same sound of sword chirping was heard from outside. The noisy sounds in the inn also disappeared, leaving only the sounds of two sword chirping.
Another figure walked over against the wind and sand. The footsteps were clearly audible, even the whistling sound of the wind and sand was suppressed.
"It's the breath of the Sword Master!"
Someone saw a figure outside through the crack in the door.
"You want to challenge the Sword Master?!"
The proprietress reacted suddenly and looked at Chen Luo as if he were a dead person.
The legend of the Sword Saint has been around for a long time. The people in the inn, including the proprietress, grew up listening to the legend of the Sword Saint. In this land of no spirits, the Sword Saint is a god. The most heard rumor is about the Holy Sword Sect. The Sword Saint came from the Holy Sword Sect, one person, one sect, and one lineage.
In every generation, a new Sword Master will inherit the position of Sword Master, and this cycle has never failed.
I wonder how many people who challenged the Sword Master are buried under this piece of sand.
The biggest reason why the inn can be so prosperous in this desert is because of the existence of the Sword Saint. Whether it is to challenge the Sword Saint or to worship the Sword Saint as a teacher, they will stay here.
Buzz!!
The air suddenly stagnated.
The gray sword energy swept across the middle of the inn, splitting the wooden inn in two. The man sitting at the middle table had a stiff expression, and a streak of blood flowed down his forehead.
With a loud crash, the wooden table broke, and the guest fell to the ground. The inn also lost its support at this time, and both sides collapsed. The guests who were originally prepared to watch the excitement fled in all directions. The proprietress grabbed Chen Luo's arm and used Qinggong to bring him out.
Boom.
As soon as I escaped, I saw the inn behind me collapsed, and a bottomless ravine remained on the sand behind.
The faces of those who survived the disaster were filled with fear.
This kind of sword energy has gone beyond the scope of martial arts. In their opinion, only a sword master can achieve this.
"Not dead?"
When the wind and sand cleared, a pale young man appeared on the opposite side with a faint smile on his face.
"Why are you trying to escape? Wouldn't it be better to die in there?"
There was a fluctuation of magical power on the young man's body, which was equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Stage. The sword he just swung out was exactly the same as the sword power of a sword cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
"Forget it, you don't have to say anything. Everyone who comes here to challenge me has a lot of excuses. I might listen to them at first, but now."
The young man drew his sword.
This is a second-level magical weapon.
For the martial artists in the Land of Absolute Spirits, a second-level magic weapon is a divine weapon that can cut hair with a single blow and slice iron like mud.
“I just feel bored.”
“Master Sword Saint, I…” The proprietress and the guests all looked pale.
They wanted to leave, but found that they could not move their hands and feet. From the moment they escaped from the inn, they were locked by the other party's sword intent.
"It will be quick."
The young man held the sword in his hand, the sword spirit spread from the palm of his hand, and a layer of faint white light escaped from the sword. He ignored the fearful pleas of the people around him. In his eyes, these people were all ants, and it didn't matter how many died.
Life is like weeds, no matter how much you cut it, it will grow again.
Bang!
The young man who was about to swing his sword suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes and his nostrils seemed to touch something cold.
A foot stepped down on his left cheek, and his right cheek was buried in the sand, with a hot and rough touch feedback from him.
Why did I fall?
The young man was a little confused because he didn't see clearly. But he soon realized that he seemed to have been stepped on!
Anger suddenly surged in my heart.
"How dare you!!"
"It will be quick."
The same words came out of each other's mouth.
One hand pinched his neck, and the soles of his feet moved away, lifting him up like a chicken. A force beyond his comprehension held his body in place, and the power that was originally everywhere seemed to be isolated by someone, and he couldn't even speak.
The feeling of death came over me.
He wants to kill me? No! I'm a sword master!
Snap!
The hand that was pinching the young man's neck applied light force, and the young man's body twitched. After struggling for a while, he suddenly lost his strength.
Too weak.
"The weeds will grow back soon." Chen Luo was too lazy to even pick it up, so he just shook it and threw it aside.
The Sword Master is dead?
A group of people nearby stared at the scene in front of them in a daze. Some people couldn't help but slap themselves, suspecting that they were hallucinating.
"It seems that the Pig Dragon Swordmaster can't come."
Chen Luo withdrew his spiritual sense, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
The figure flashed, and when he landed again, he appeared on the sandy hill north of the inn. On the top of the hill was a large rock, on which sat a hunchbacked old monster. This monster had a dragon face, wild boar fangs, and a sword placed flat on his legs.
A faint demonic aura lingered on the top of the mountain, adding a hint of demonic aura to this spiritual land.
The Pig Dragon Swordmaster is dead.
The young man that Chen Luo met before entered Taoism here. The evil spirit left by the Pig Dragon Sword Saint after his death became the spiritual spring of this land of absolute spirits. The young man practiced with this power. He absorbed the evil spirit of the Pig Dragon Sword Saint, comprehended the remains of the Pig Dragon Sword Saint, and entered Taoism to become a sword cultivator.
Most of the legends about the Sword Master in the Land of Absolute Spirits were fabricated by this young man.
He likes this feeling of being invincible.
If Chen Luo had not arrived, he might have continued to be the king here, until one day in the future he got tired of this kind of life and left, or he died of old age.
"I wanted to try your sword, what a pity."
Chen Luo walked over and placed one hand on the head of the Pig Dragon Sword Saint. The familiar gray air surged into his body, and the restless sword cultivation power in his body calmed down instantly. A stronger sword intent appeared in his consciousness.
The desolate and lonely sword intent.
The damage to the Pig Dragon Sword Master's brain was 70%, and 30% was preserved. In the remaining 30%, Chen Luo read several obsession fragments, including the part about the Pig Dragon Sword Master practicing swordsmanship.
The reason why he sat here was to hone his sword skills.
He tried to transform his withered sword spirit into a sword soul, so as to go further. Unfortunately, he failed. The essence of sword cultivation is the same as that of sword cultivation, which is to live towards death. The successful ones will soar to the sky, while the failed ones will be buried in the sword tomb and no one will care about them.
The corpse decayed and turned into dust that was blown away by the wind.
Buzz.
The spirit sword wailed, and the luster on its surface dimmed visibly. With a "crack", the spirit sword that had accompanied the Pig Dragon Sword Saint for his entire life was shattered, and along with the Pig Dragon Sword Saint's body, it turned into dust and merged into the desert.
Spiritual weapons are alive.
This is also the fundamental reason why spiritual weapons are powerful.
Chen Luo closed his eyes as he adapted to the new brain in his body. The Taixu Sword in his hand trembled slightly. For the first time, he felt the emotion of "joy" from the sword.
"senior!"
The group of martial artists who survived the disaster finally rushed to the edge of the mountain.
The inn was not far from the top of the mountain. When the Sword Saint was alive, they did not dare to go up the mountain. They only dared to sell news about the Sword Saint at the foot of the mountain and make fake secret books and treasures to cheat people out of money. But now that the Sword Saint is dead, this forbidden mountain that no one has ever set foot on is no longer dangerous.
"Please accept me as your disciple!"
A martial artist who was at the front knelt down on the ground and started kowtowed without waiting for Chen Luo's consent.
He smelled an opportunity to change his destiny.
The same was true for the others around him. This group of people were all in the desert, and each of them was a smart person. The innkeeper was also among these people, and she looked at Chen Luo with uneasiness on her face. She remembered that not long ago, she had teased this mysterious senior.
She just hoped that the other party wouldn't bother with her. Otherwise, judging from the way he crushed the Sword Master to death, it wouldn't be difficult for him to crush her to death either.
Chen Luo put away the Taixu Sword and looked back at the people who followed him up the mountain. His eyes swept around and finally fell on the female proprietress.
He remembered that when the sword energy hit the inn, this woman pulled him back.
"Do you also want to take me as your master?"
"I."
Sensing Chen Luo's gaze, the hot and sexy female proprietress suddenly became nervous.
"Unfortunately, I don't accept disciples."
Chen Luo grinned, just like the female boss lady teased him before. He laughed loudly, and then his figure turned into wind and flew into the sky.
This scene shocked everyone on the mountain.
Fly away?
He can fly!!
The legend of the Sword Master has always been around, and it is not difficult for Jianghu people to fly for a short time. But there is an essential difference between flying and flying. These people are Jianghu people who have practiced martial arts, so they naturally understand the difference.
"Gods!"
“What did I miss!”
The first few people who kowtowed immediately wailed, but a few people who reacted quickly moved quickly. They ignored the wailing people and searched the mountain as quickly as possible. They didn't hold the thigh of the immortal, but they couldn't miss the legacy of the sword master.
The innkeeper's wife still stood there.
She stared blankly at the big rock in front of her, only to feel her brain clearer than ever before. In her field of vision, the departed "immortal" was dancing with sword moves, and paragraphs of glittering words flowed into her brain like flying insects.
'The secret of longevity!'
She knew that she had encountered a miracle. The departed immortal passed on a magical skill to her. (End of this chapter)
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