, the defensive shield only held for a moment before being shattered by Kai Yuan Lu Ding's attack."Wow!"As a series of earth-shaking dragon roars echoed, nine golden giant dragons pulled a golden char...Zhang Ruochin, with disheveled hair, grabbed the Shen Yuan ancient sword and staggered to his feet. He looked defiantly at the tombstones surrounding him and the countless swords suspended in mid-air, saying, "Come on, strike me down! I fear nothing!"
"Whoosh whoosh."
Dozens of swords, transformed into a rain of light, flew towards Zhang Ruochin.
At a distance, it looked like a colossal vortex of sword rain was appearing.
At the center of the vortex was Zhang Ruochin.
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Zhang Ruochen continuously wielded the Abyss, shattering the incoming swords.
But, there were too many swords, it was impossible to stop them.
In an instant, his chest and abdomen burst apart. His skin, flesh, bones, and viscera were all turned into a bloody mist. Even with the strongest ability to regenerate flesh, there was no way to reverse this.
No matter how strong a physical body is, it can't withstand
Legs shattered, arms shattered, skull shattered...
Zhang Ruochin's physical body was completely destroyed, turning into a cloud of blood mist. It was even more thorough than the last time he was attacked by the millions of divine artifacts of the Hell Army in the Kunlun Realm.
Last time, at least one skeleton remained.
This time, there's nothing left but bones.
After killing Zhang Ruochin, the swords flew back into the tomb one by one.
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Ale lay half-knelt on the ground, propping himself up with his hand on his iron sword. He hadn't fallen yet, but blood-red tears flowed from his eyes, which had always been resolute and cold. The pain in his heart at this moment was far greater than when his holy soul had been severed.
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How is it possible for such a bizarre thing to happen in the world
Countless cultivators in the Heavenly and Nether Realms, all striving to kill Zhang Ruochin who was seemingly immortal, actually died here in this cemetery, dying under his own oath.
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Good, very good.
Having seen Zhang Ruochen die with his own eyes, he had completed his mission.
Suddenly, Alou sensed keenly that within the blood mist, which refused to dissipate, there was a faint glimmer of life.
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A blood mist churned, transforming into a massive blood cocoon spinning rapidly.
Life is becoming more and more vibrant.
"Zing!"
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The ancient sword of Chen Abyss flew into his hands.
Zhang Ruochin's eyes showed a hint of bewilderment. He looked at the sword in his hand and then looked inward, finally understanding many things.
It seemed that the myriad swords had no intention of killing him. Though it appeared that sword qi was rampant, in reality, it only cut his flesh and did not harm his dantian, holy soul, or mental energy.
Otherwise, even if he has refined the Bai Cang Blood Soil, it would be impossible for him to recover.
Moreover, after the thousands of swords cut through him, it was as if they were helping him cultivate. They removed some impurities from his body and left him with swordsmanship mysteries he had never encountered before.
For example, the Yánshén leg that Yuèshén had helped him fuse with back then possessed matter belonging to the Yánshén. The vast majority was cut off by Wàn Jiàn Zhǎn, leaving only one billion flames divine patterns and some divine essence material.
Before, Zhang Ruochin's demigod physical body was already very powerful, but it was like a fat man with only a heavy body, unable to use his physical body alone to fight against a demigod. He couldn't even resist the supreme Dharma body of an ultimate realm Great Saint.
However, the power of Ten Thousand Swords helped him cut away the bad things within his demigod body, making his demigod body stronger and more refined.
Besides, the impurities in holy soul and spiritual power were also removed.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochin felt like he had crawled out of the mud. He was filled with an indescribable sense of lightness and exhilaration, as if he wanted to soar into the sky.
Thank you all for your help.
Zhang Ruochin bowed to all four directions.
Although he didn't know why the myriad swords buried in his tomb were assisting him, for someone who wanted to condense the Heavenly Sword Soul and cultivate the third rank Sword Dao Saint Intent, this was indeed a tremendous help.
Just like the ancient sword masters, they all gathered to help him build a strong foundation and refine his spirit.
Cairo, the earth mage standing at the edge of the kendo graveyard, lost his smile completely. He was dumbfounded and on the verge of a mental breakdown. How could this be
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That sword mountain, that's their commander.
Every tombstone, every sword, should have a story, right
either tearjerking, heart-wrenching, or sword-wielding for justice across the land, or entangled in the affairs of love and hate in the martial world…
Perhaps the spirits of those who wielded the swords refuse to be extinguished, recounting their past one by one. Or perhaps, the previous ten thousand swords imparted their swordsmanship spirit to him.
Zhang Ruochin bowed to them once more before turning and gazing at the towering Jian Shan.
Looking up, I saw numerous lines of ancient writing on the dark cliff face.
Every stroke of each character is like a masterful sword technique, interpreting the truth of the sword way.
For some reason, Zhang Ruochin could actually read the text above:
I am the master of the sword world, the ancestor of the sword way. In the heyday of the universe, I have three thousand sword gods and millions of sword saints under my command. Wherever my sword points, nothing can withstand it. Throughout the land, all worlds bow down to me.
However, darkness descended, ten thousand swords broke, and even three thousand Sword Gods were unable to resist. Millions of Sword Saints could not hold back, all perished, gods and forms alike.
"I am the ancestor of swords, but also the end of swords. The power of darkness far surpasses any blade I wield."
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It is a pity, the way of the sword is forever night.
Alas, the way of the sword is dying.
Zhang Ruochin's heart was filled with an overwhelming sense of shock. Such a powerful swordsmanship civilization had actually existed in the world.
Thousands of Sword Gods, millions of Sword Saints, rampage through the universe. Who can stop them
To what extent has the strength of the Sword Ancestor, who commands 3,000 swordsmen, reached
This "Master of the Sword World, Ancestor of Kendo," what is his relationship with the ancient Sword Ancestor of Kunlun Realm
Is the Jianjie, the Jiannan Realm now
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In this passage, what does "darkness" refer to Even the Sword Ancestor couldn't contend with it, and all 3,000 Sword Gods perished
Zhang Ruochin was full of questions and searched along the cliff face, hoping to find more clues.
Keep moving forward, on the other cliff face, you see more writing:
"I am the Sword Ancestor, possessing eight extraordinary abilities: Sword Courage, Sword Spirit, Sword Soul, Sword Heart, Sword Scripture, Sword Bone, Sword Origin, and the Supreme Sword Dao."
Today, the sword world is shattered, all beings perish, burying countless swords here. I intended to go and fight darkness to the death, but I know that this path leads only to endless demise.
"If I die, swordsmanship will surely wither."
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When darkness descends once more, the Way of the Sword shall be at the forefront, tearing asunder the veil of shadows and forging a path to ultimate life for all beings in the cosmos.
The words made Zhang Ruochin almost suffocate, his eyes bloodshot.
There is no doubt that the Sword Ancestor of Kunlun Realm was not a native cultivator of Kunlun Realm, but rather a refugee who fled there after the destruction of the Sword Realm.
The ancestor Jian Zu was a truly magnificent figure, with countless legends surrounding him in the Kunlun Realm. He passed down the way of the sword, which not only influenced generations in the Kunlun Realm but also had a profound impact on the celestial realms, the myriad worlds, and even the ten clans of the Netherworld.
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Amongst all sword cultivators in the world, Sword Ancestor is surely one who commands respect.
But how could a figure like Jian Zu, experience such helplessness, powerlessness, sorrow, and humiliation He was so frightened by the darkness that he lost his courage and fled to Kunlun Realm.
How powerful is the enemy known as "Darkness" Is there even a chance of victory
Zhang Ruchen firmly believed that even if Jian Zu only had a sliver of a chance, he would never run away.
"Wow!" the Dead Race obtains these 30 million points, they still can't surpass the Immortal Blood Race." 般若 thought to himself.She looked at the Chi Emperor with respect in her eyes."Sacrificing oneself to...