"Third Realm..."
Held by the sword power, Sword Deity Hua, the sole target of this sword, slightly closes his eyes, his face already carrying a heavy expression.
Xiao Kongtong, undeniably strong.
Just now, that second-world sword, if not for his Will Ghost passively protecting him, bringing a future self into past intention, he would truly have been hard.
And in the Ice and Fire Prison, after the ten hall Yama Lords, Sword Deity Hua thought that Xiao Kongtong would stop here.
Unexpectedly, this guy has a stubborn streak, still wanting to explode one more ti before his death.
The gap between the second realm and the third, how large is it?
Others don’t understand, can’t discern even a tiny bit, but Sword Deity Hua knows, roughly like the gap between him and this person just now.
In the second realm, Xiao Kongtong might risk his life, yet fail to harm Sword Deity Hua in the slightest.
But if it’s the third realm...
Once Xiao Kongtong reaches the Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor realm, with Sword Demon’s Three Swords actively protecting, rely passive defense might be unable to withstand the sharpness of a third-realm ancient swordsman.
It is possible that so trump cards will be forced out to protect oneself, after all, Sword Deity Hua has no intention to seal Godhood and beco Ancestor at this mont.
The best response now is obvious to all: interrupt Xiao Kongtong’s advancent.
He is too slow.
Just a light sword strike from Ghost Hunter, this person will perish and fade away, without any accident occurring.
Sword Deity Hua remains an ancient swordsman.
He quietly watches, as Xiao Kongtong himself is curious about the scenery beyond the door, he also wants to know how far the present ancient swordsman who opens the Mystical Gate and can wield a sword can reach compared to himself.
"Buzz!"
At this mont, over a thousand people on Lingyu Mountain, all spiritual swords trembling, buzzing nonstop.
Divine light descends, forming into the shape of a gate.
Xiao Kongtong rides the Kongtong Formless Sword, plunging into it, already subrged in the light, transford into a trace of shadow.
Like a moth to a fla, without hesitation he ets his destined path.
Even though the path is not yet complete, unable to see the end, he leaps forward, wanting to catch a glimpse of the final scenery.
"Teacher, I’m going ahead..."
With the Mystical Gate open, Xiao Kongtong glances back with a bit of reluctance but resolutely leaps, together with the Kongtong Formless Sword, into the scenery filled with profound Daoist aning.
Snap!
Yet at this mont, his hand seed to be grabbed by sothing, his figure stumbling slightly.
"Who?"
Xiao Kongtong froze.
He already had one foot inside the Mystical Gate.
Elder Gu’s sword opened mystically without reaching the end, unable to even enter the gate, he knew this.
And with his own foundation, he should still be able to go to the other side of the gate, to comprehend the Way of the Sword, before giving Sword Deity Hua one more sword.
That sword would be Xiao Kongtong’s most spectacular scenery in this lifeti, this world.
But now, it seems soone seized him, suppressing his highlight mont.
"Who?!"
Xiao Kongtong doesn’t believe Sword Deity Hua would stop him from opening the Mystical Gate of the sword.
This person, despite everything, should still have the bones of an ancient swordsman, not to the point of being this obstructive.
Suddenly looking back, Xiao Kongtong froze again.
He once more returned to Da Fu Street, back to the ti he first t Teacher Bazhun’an.
He quietly stood before him.
He was so tall, his silhouette reflecting against the blue sky.
He calmly raised his hand, stared for a long while, gently shaking his head:
"No need to do this."
Suddenly, tears mixed with blood splashed from his eyes, Xiao Kongtong "whimpering" broke into tears.
This was under the watchful eyes of thousands on Lingyu Mountain.
This was at the highlight of sword opening the mystical.
Xiao Kongtong didn’t want to cry at all, yet he couldn’t stop.
He only felt his weak fight against strength, just wanting to secure so more ti for his teacher, was understood; his grievance received an outlet.
But ultimately, he pressed his lips, sobbing and shaking his head:
"I want this, I want it myself, it has nothing to do with the teacher..."
Though stubborn, he still wants to catch a glimpse of the scenery beyond the gate, both for himself and to pave the way for his teacher, to ask whether this path can lead to Chang’an.
When the ti cos, when the teacher needs to walk this path.
At least, he won’t always be the first; he’ll have predecessors’ examples, experiences, lessons to absorb.
The teacher’s life has been too exhausting.
Bazhun’an deeply shakes his head, pulling this foolish child away from the gate, without allowing debate:
"Sleep now, leave the rest to ."
...
Boom!
The Mystical Gate was only half-open, but the gate exploded.
In the sky, the sword force collapsed, leaving only a blood-shadow figure plumting, everyone was stunned, originally thinking this would be the last highlight of Eldest Senior Brother...
He failed?
After Sword Deity Hua’s strike, was he so weakened that he couldn’t even open the Mystical Gate?
"What happened?"
Sword opening the mystical, on anyone else, can be said to be wishful thinking; for Xiao Kongtong, it should have been a given.
Burial Sword Tomb’s four disciples were collectively baffled.
Xiao Wanfeng, watching the battle, was equally puzzled.
Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, and others felt it was ridiculous, Xiao Kongtong seed like he was interrupted?
No ti to think about these now!
i Siren charged forward, catching the falling Xiao Kongtong, another hit and he’d truly be smashed to pieces, unable to withstand the tornt.
"Poor child..."
Cradling him by the mountainside, looking at the bloodied Xiao Kongtong, i Siren felt compassion.
He searched his whole body, but at most could only pull out a Little Rejuvenation Pill, without Rejuvenation Pill and God’s Blessing, those better recovery pills.
"Make do with this."
"Child, you shouldn’t have been impulsive, Sword Deity Hua has already beco a Holy Emperor, hardly easy to handle!"
i Siren thought even he wouldn’t dare to confront that edge, Feng Tingchen and Gou Wuyue only wanted to watch from the sidelines.
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