Capítulo 4310: Chapter 2009: Sword Trial_3
Everything that follows has nothing to do with him.
But…
What about the price?
Buzz!
Sword Hemp trembled, choosing resistance.
Wen Ting smiled at this, his azure robe dancing in the wind and snow, his gentle gaze looking into the Central Region as he softly said:
“But if I don’t go forward, who else would dare to?”
“If I do not contend for this path, who would dare to forge ahead to the Burial Sword Tomb in the future?”
There was a pause, and Wen Ting’s brow furrowed sternly, as silver sword energy soared into the sky from the Burial Sword Tomb, triggering thunder calamity, drawing the attention of all in the five regions.
“Lend your power, Sword Hemp.”
“It’s ti for to unsheath my sword!”
…
“No!”
“Don’t unsheath it!”
Gou Wuyue took a step forward, then retreated two steps, backing away to Yue Gongnu’s side not far behind.
Guidance!
This is guidance!
If the one in the Ti Realm Channel is Bazhun’an, he could break out by shattering spaceti, at worst, don’t think for a mont that Gou Wuyue doesn’t know…
Before Bazhun’an left, he clearly gave Yue Gongnu a Four Pillars of Destiny Token.
This token could surely communicate inside and outside, recall at least one sword’s power from Bazhun’an, enough to sever the World Sealing Chains.
Why should I make a move in this situation?
That day, since I lost under Bazhun’an’s sword in the Eighth Palace, the na Moonless Sword Deity no longer exists in the five regions, why seek such fa?
That day, choosing to go to the Southern Region with Hallmaster Dao at the Dead Sea, the battle of the Ancestral God is not yet over, the Dao ancestor is still present, why should I seek such fa?
“Buzz!”
The Voice of Nulan trembled softly, sowhat displeased.
Ancient swordsman, ever forward.
Moonless Sword Deity retreated two steps, what does this an?
Gou Wuyue held it, gently comforting, but shook his head slowly without saying much.
He knows too well what the five regions now think of him.
He doesn’t care.
In the Dead Sea, he lost an arm, gained enlightennt in Dao, and hasn’t healed his maid body since, demonstrating his resolute self-will.
And now, how could he act on outside guidance or be bound by rules to wield his sword?
“Soone will stand up…”
“But not , Gou Wuyue. I am not a hero.”
…
“Look quickly, sword light!”
“Soone has risen from the ground and drawn their sword? How dare they!”
Too fast!
So fast that few people could react.
The transformation of the Tree of mory had just begun, everyone was still focused on the five regions’ Dao Technique’s rapid ascent, still imrsed in the joy of a breakthrough.
Suddenly, murderous intent soared into the sky in the Western Region, a figure ascended into the air.
With a cry of “Taicheng,” the Taicheng Sword belonging to i Siren flew into his hands, as easily as wielding an arm.
“Who is that…”
An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in white embroidered with Yun He patterns, stood with a sword in midair, one hand behind his back, exuding a carefree disregard for life and death.
He confidently stood on the clouds, directly facing the Demon Ancestor Saint Xin before the spaceti channel, speaking in a leisurely tone:
“I have a sword, eager to test the sharpness of the Holy Ancestor.”
Unexpectedly, Saint Xin was not angry, nor did he, as he previously claid, directly kill those who left the ground and drew their swords, but responded calmly:
“State your na.”
“You Tu.”
At these words, the five regions erupted in an uproar.
Everyone looked closely at that gray-haired elder, as if only then recognizing his identity.
“You Tu?!”
“The head of the Seven Sword Deity… no, the forr leader of the Seven Sword Deity, Elder You?!”
Damned!
You are truly damned.
Below the realm of Nanli, i Siren watched that old geezer steal the lilight again, his eyes burning with jealousy almost set his paper fan on fire.
But he couldn’t step up.
Unlike You Tu, i Siren has already proven his combat strength.
He could barely withstand a casual strike from Sword Deity Hua, how could he possibly withstand Saint Xin in a direct confrontation?
He could do nothing but lend the Taicheng Sword, unable to offer any additional support.
“At the age of nearing the wood, still playing hero?”
“Draw your sword and take your own life, that’d at least be respectable!”
The beard flew about, the paper fan rustled noisily.
Ultimately, i Siren’s hand trembled, so much so that he had to press the paper fan to his chest to calm his rapid heartbeat, and only then did his hand stop shaking.
Xiao Kongtong glanced sideways, the fan’s surface bore only four large words, the ink still wet:
“Peace and safety.”
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