Xuanxia

Chapter 1109 The Power of Eight Swords
Before today, Fu Qingzhou had thought about letting his friends and seniors each hold a sword and work together to resurrect Qiu Chan.

But when he consulted Dong Qianran about this matter, the other party's two sentences dispelled his idea.

"I have also heard about what happened to Dean Meng Yanlin... No one knows how much power is needed to build a divine sword and bring back the soul. But if you want us to each hold a sword and do this, I don't recommend you do it."

"The soul out of the body is fragile to begin with. To pull it out with the power of the eight swords is like carrying a weight of ten thousand kilos on one's shoulders and walking on a suspended thread... If the sword master has a different mindset and loses focus, the soul will be torn apart!"

Fu Qingzhou understood.

A group of people are pulling a very heavy piece of tofu with a rope. If even one of them slips or uses too much force, the tofu will break immediately.

This kind of thing can only be done by one person... He has to hold eight ropes in his hands, exert tremendous strength, and control his strength without any mistakes, in order to accomplish this!

Therefore, Fu Qingzhou has to come alone today.

As his third eye opened and he raised his hands high, the eight divine swords present began to vibrate at the same time!

At the same time, his spiritual consciousness also spread out and merged with the eight swords... At this time, the only thing he had to do was to brag!
"Dejian, you and I will work together, you must help me with all your strength!"

"Benevolent Sword, I have compassion in my heart and have saved countless lives. I dare to call myself a benevolent hero. At this moment, I am your sword master!"

"Zhijian, I have come all the way from Bailu Mountain. I have defeated the strong with the weak countless times. I know the flaws and the human heart. I can be said to have a hundred wise strategies!"

"Bingjian, I conquered the Northern Barbarians and put down the chaos of the Xishuo Army. Although I didn't fight on the battlefield for a long time, I made tremendous military achievements!"

"Xing Jian, I am the special envoy of Ming Jian Pavilion, patrolling on behalf of the emperor. I have the power to execute first and report later. I am also the one in charge of punishment!"

"Li Jian, I know propriety and honor, and have made countless contributions to the emperor of Yan State in ruling the country and quelling rebellions. The emperor personally conferred the title of Qianlong Bo on me. Now I need your help!"

"Xianjian, a wise man, is one who is virtuous and talented. I am the master of the Dejian Sword, and I am also the most powerful man in the world. From now on, I will spread the True Immortal Palace all over the world and recruit students. I deserve the word xian!"

“The Sword of Righteousness…”

Fu Qingzhou's eyes were blazing as he stared at the trembling sword in Qiu Chan's hand: "Thank you... Thank you for keeping Chan'er's soul so well for so many years. Since you are Brother Hua's sword, I will no longer boast. You should know me!"

These words, through his spiritual consciousness, resonated with the eight divine swords at the same time!
The next moment, an extremely terrifying pulling force came from the body.

Although Fu Qingzhou was prepared, he was still shocked and spit out blood!

Not only that, his exposed skin began to crack at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless pieces of flesh and blood could be clearly seen in the cracks - that was the terrifying pressure brought by wielding eight divine swords at the same time!
I haven't felt this way in a long time.

Fu Qingzhou grinned.

Even when I triggered the chaotic immortal thunder not long ago, I didn't have this feeling.

This is the feeling when I was still very weak and forced myself to control the sword of virtue again and again...

It hurts so much and I’m so tired, but for some reason, it also feels so good.

The seven divine swords trembled slightly as they floated up from the ground. Then, the swords spun at the same time, with their tips pointing towards the righteous sword held tightly by Qiu Chan.

"puff!"

With just this small movement, Fu Qingzhou spat out a large mouthful of blood again!

On the sidelines, everyone was watching nervously. Tang Jiao had even bit her mouth until it bled, but she didn't make any sound for fear of disturbing her eldest brother.

"Can he... do it?"

Finally, Zhao Hao was the first one who couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

Ning Wushu turned his head suddenly and glared at him fiercely: "Shut up!"

The shadow accumulated in childhood was not to be underestimated. When she glared at him, Zhao Hao immediately shrank his neck. On the other side, Fu Qingzhou adjusted his breathing several times and barely recovered.

Controlling eight divine swords at the same time was like carrying a mountain with his flesh and blood. Both his body and soul were undergoing a huge test. At this time, the natural secrets in his body were flowing crazily, and the cracked skin and flesh on his body were completely repaired in an instant, and then they would crack again and heal again...

“The Sword of Righteousness…”

His eye between his eyebrows flashed: "Where is she?"

The next moment, Yi Jian took the initiative to "make way", and the Heavenly Eye saw clearly that within Yi Jian's vast divine power, there was a small figure curled up like a baby, motionless.

The seven divine swords burst out with brilliant light, like seven chains piercing into the divine light of the Righteous Sword!

Fu Qingzhou's bones made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and blood flowed like a stream along his cracked skin. His ten fingers were stretched out in spasms, as if he was holding a huge weight in the air.

As the seven swords got closer to the Sword of Righteousness, the protective power within the Sword of Righteousness became stronger.

It was not that it had to do so, but it had completely integrated Qiu Chan's soul into the sword spirit. If it wanted to pull it out, it would be equivalent to cutting off a piece of the sword's divine power!
Amid the humming sounds of the seven divine swords, Fu Qingzhou seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own skull cracking.

That was not a real sound, but an auditory hallucination caused by the soul being torn apart by the eight-part divine power.

His third eye was almost burning, and his three pupils reflected Qiu Chan's curled up soul at the same time - the light green was slowly rising in the golden light of the righteous sword, and the seven silver rays were turning into the thinnest blades, cutting the amber that wrapped her.

"Uh-"

Fu Qingzhou's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and what came out was not sound but blood foam.

He clearly felt that the ulna of his right arm broke first. When the broken end pierced the skin of his elbow, the green light gushing out of his body immediately wrapped around the wound. However, before the numbness from the healing had spread, there was another firecracker-like explosion from the tibia of his left leg!

This is not the pain of being crushed by the enemy in battle, but the torture of millions of fine needles running through your blood vessels.

Each of the divine swords drove a wedge into his spiritual platform: the sword of benevolence required him to be compassionate, the sword of punishment urged him to be cruel, the sword of war was filled with iron-blooded killing, the sword of courtesy suppressed the strict law... The diametrically opposed Dao rhymes collided in his meridians, stirring his true essence and blood into boiling magma!

"Just... a little bit more..."

Fu Qingzhou counted his heartbeats silently in severe pain.

When Zhen Yuan repaired his broken tiger's mouth again, he tasted his broken molars.

Blood dripped down his jaw and before it touched the ground, it was evaporated into a bloody mist by the blazing sword intent in the field that was invisible to the naked eye.

Qiu Chan's soul rose half an inch.

The seven silver chains suddenly tightened, and Fu Qingzhou heard the crisp sound of dead branches breaking in his lumbar spine!
Fu Qingzhou's hearing began to disappear, replaced by a sharp buzzing sound. He felt a warm liquid flowing out of his nasal cavity, and the blood he licked was mixed with the sweet smell of brain matter.

When the torn heart veins barely recovered, the severe pain of healing finally broke through the limit of endurance.

His vision began to split. The real Northern Frontier military camp was shaking between his left and right eyes, but his third eye saw...

Countless golden tree roots.

In those already blurred yet mysterious pupils, the tangled golden tree roots were reflected - that should not be an illusion, the ground of the entire camp was cracking, and the dragon vein of Yan Kingdom's hundreds of years of fortune was entwined around his ankles and climbing upwards!
The Eight Swords of the Kingly Way are formed by the destiny of the country. Fu Qingzhou wields the eight swords alone, which is equivalent to carrying the destiny of the entire country with his own strength!
The pain reached its peak at this moment.

The sound of the golden tree roots breaking the leg bones, the sound of the eight magic swords tearing the soul apart, and the sound of Qiu Chan's soul about to break out of the cocoon, composed a symphony of destruction in Fu Qingzhou's melted ears.

His broken lips moved as he used his last bit of spiritual power to direct the eight swords.

At the moment when the huge force almost tore him into pieces, the powerful sword energy finally pulled Qiu Chan's soul out of the golden light of the sword!

Before the darkness engulfed his vision, Fu Qingzhou heard the sound of countless porcelain pieces shattering... That was his bones turning into powder under the pressure of his luck!
But at the same time, he seemed to vaguely see that at the end of the golden tree roots that spread across the entire vast land, there was a vague figure walking towards him...

(End of this chapter)