Chapter 3210: Chapter 1631: Cutting through 30,000 Li of Galaxy, Just to Make the Supre Sword Dragon Roar
“Hum!”
Sword Will rises, ruins stir.
Instead, seeming to secretly comply with the Great Path, they form a sword formation, inspiring profound reflection upon observation.
Even the leading Angry Immortal Buddha Sword exudes an exceptionally dazzling light, with its sword body clearly manifesting a kind of excitent, as well as…
“Desire?”
Hallmaster Dao is stunned.
For the first ti, he profoundly feels the spiritual quality of the Buddha Sword Angry Immortal.
It’s as if their compatibility has reached a level of Heavenly Unravel, so much so that he can clearly perceive the emotions of the Angry Immortal.
But no!
Hallmaster Dao knows full well that it’s not the case!
This sword has followed him for so long, and apart from a slight fluctuation during the passive purification of the Di Ying Holy Plant,
This is the first ti it has expressed such profound emotion!
Dissatisfied…
I am not satisfied…
It was You Yuan who gave to you, not to you!
Hallmaster Dao shakes his head in despair. After thirty years, he thought ti would narrow the gap and compensate for deficiencies.
He has cultivated to the stage of a Sword Way Master.
He never thought that he would experience the dominance of the forr number one swordsman once again in the midst of battle—before even properly facing him, he felt the oppressive dominance once again.
The overwhelming sense of death looms, and Bazhun’an this ti, has not even drawn his sword yet?
“More than twenty years! Angry Immortal!”
Hallmaster Dao shakes his head continuously, thinking that after all these years of washing and bathing you, buying you the prettiest scabbards, eating and sleeping together, you are unmoved.
In the end, with just one look from soone else, you are chard away, and even longing to offer yourself willingly.
Are you loyal to ?
Are you worthy of your title “Buddha Sword”?
…
“Clang—”
The Buddha Sword Angry Immortal clearly doesn’t realize what its temporary holder, who doesn’t even count as an owner, is jealous of.
Sensing his need for help, responding to his call.
It does everything in its power to help mobilize the thirty million Divine Blades of Judgnt to form a sword formation, like a peacock spreading its feathers.
Its sole desire is to show itself.
In fact, the Angry Immortal doesn’t even know who “he” is; it only senses a faint aura.
That’s enough!
A fine bird chooses the tree it perches on; a fad sword chooses its owner.
Just because of that faint aura, the Buddha Sword Angry Immortal knows that after You Yuan, a more suitable owner for itself has appeared.
It doesn’t want to beco the Godhood Sword Xuan Cang, doesn’t want to beco the Supre Emperor Sword, dood to gather dust in obscurity, lying idle in a dark room.
It longs to beco the Taicheng Sword or the Fourth Sword; even if they each had only a mont of brilliance, at least they shone brightly and gloriously.
That’s enough.
“Co on!”
“Master , control , unveil !”
Leading the thirty million underlings, with the Force of All Swords to the Master, the Buddha Sword Angry Immortal charges at the person trapped in detention, about to finalize the act of profound generosity…
From below, the young swordsman’s eyes snap open amidst endless binding constraints, his Sword Will bursting forth, soaring to the sky.
Unstoppable!
Irreversible!
This is the Force a swordsman yearns for!
Seeing this, the Buddha Sword Angry Immortal is even more delighted, even more eager to embrace, but in a mont of misjudgnt…
The young swordsman, amidst the mire, slowly raises his sword.
That sword, dark, elongated, exquisitely crafted.
It does not have the rough refinent, the intrinsic coarseness of a greatsword like itself.
Perfectly moderate in thickness and length, naturally symtrical, requiring no further embellishnt.
Nor is it obscure; unlike what it thought being inferior in stature or appearance, it must also be inferior in background to itself.
It’s too familiar.
One of the five great chaotic divine instrunts, the Fourth Sword, as renowned as the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword!
“Duang~”
Dimming midway, the Buddha Sword Angry Immortal forgets its underlings and falls straight to the ground, losing all luster.
Have I been too slow again?
Why do the others et the Ancient Swordsman?
And what I et, is either a compassionate Buddha reluctant to take life or a filthy trickster unconcerned with the sword?
…
“What sword!”
“What sword is this?!”
Even without drawing a sword.
Turning into a misty state, stretching thousands of miles, hiding its true body within the invisible Cursed Yin, senses great danger.
This whimsical sense of danger is no joke, indicating the real possibility of being severely injured or even slain by it.
“Impossible!”
Cursed Yin knows the strength of Xu Xiaoshou.
At most, using the Fourth Sword with its temporary boost from the Carefreeness, is its limit, there can’t be a possibility to obliterate its myriad incarnations at this mont.
Yes, the misty Cursed Yin, each strand of mist, each particle of dust, is equivalent to an opportunity to start anew.
That’s life!
What sort of sword could disregard all thods, transform everything, extinguish all avatars, and wound its True Will?
Even now!
Xu Xiaoshou is under a secret technique, trapped within his own “Sui Tian Shou”.
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