Xuanxia

Chapter 1110: Settling the Storm

Fu Qingzhou fell to the ground with a loud bang.

At the same time, the seven magic swords let out a mournful cry like a dragon's roar, and pierced back into the ground with a clang. The divine light that had just been flowing on the surface of the swords shattered into pieces and turned into stardust that drifted away in the twilight.

Qiu Chan's soul floated up.

At first, it was like a cicada wing blown by the wind, vaguely visible in the remaining golden light of the righteous sword.

Afterwards, the curled up soul slowly stretched out, and the fingertips pulled out a snow-like silk ribbon. It was snow-white and transparent, only the size of a fist, like amber, quietly floating three inches above Qiu Chan's body.

"Big brother!"

Tang Jiao rushed towards Fu Qingzhou at the first moment, but just as her tears started to slide down her chin, a hand pulled her back!
It’s Shirakawa Zhenren.

Her face was as gloomy as water. She pressed Tang Jiao's shoulder and whispered, "Don't go over there."

Tang Jiao's eyes widened.

“It’s not over yet.”

This time, it was Hong Ruohai who spoke. He whispered, "Fu boy did lead the girl's soul out, but... he hasn't sent her back to her body yet. The sword will has not dissipated yet. Once the sword will be disturbed, not only will the girl's soul be in danger, but the scattered sword will may even kill us all."

"Do not……"

He said in a deep voice: "If we leave it alone, these sword intentions may even dissipate at any time, and we will all be doomed."

"Let me give it a try." Master Baihe took the initiative to take on this job.

If we talk about who is the most knowledgeable person in the room, it must be Dong Qianran.

But if we were to say who has the highest level of swordsmanship, it would definitely be her, Baihe Zhenren!
Master Baihe took a step forward and entered the field... At that moment, the sword energy in the air suddenly condensed into a solid entity!
The folds in space within a radius of three meters are visible to the naked eye. Those are the countless sword intentions that are invisible to the naked eye, folding and reflecting!

Although the eight magic swords had become quiet, the remaining sword intent was like an overflowing basin of water. It was fine when no one approached, but as soon as she approached, it was like a stone thrown into the water, causing ripples!

Just as Hong Ruohai said, any bit of sword energy emitted by the eight magic swords could destroy the entire camp!
Wherever the sword intent came from, the first thing that was shattered was actually the sound.

Tang Jiao's scream was stuck in her throat, and Zhao Hao's voice shouting for everyone to retreat was frozen... Space debris like fine snow floated in the center of the collapse, and Qiu Chan's soul flickered in the debris, like a candle flickering in the eye of a storm.

Taoist robe of Baihe Zhenren moved without wind.

She put her fingers together like swords, and the Purple Sky Nine Yin True Essence surged out from her sleeves, forming a Zhoutian Sword Net!

When the true essence collided with the folds of space, there was no sound, nor did it stir up huge waves. It was just... smoothing out the sword intent.

"The Big Dipper is the key to death, the South Dipper is the key to life."

Master Baihe murmured and took the Seven Star Steps.

In the battle of the Styx Valley, she realized the Tai Su Xuan Chan Sword, and her sword skills truly reached the top in the world!
Every step she took left a star mark on the frozen soil.

When she stepped through the seventh star position, the black hair on her temples turned white, but her sword energy surged like the Milky Way, and she built thirty-six layers of sword curtains outside the field.

Hong Ruohai's pupils shrank.

"So powerful..." He murmured, "I just entered Xuanxing three years ago, and I can have such an understanding..."

The wind and snow outside the sword curtain suddenly stopped, but the scene inside the sword curtain was completely different.

The remaining compassion of the Sword of Benevolence turned into spring rain, and the lingering murderousness of the Sword of Punishment condensed into autumn frost... Seven completely different sword intents attacked each other, sparking thousands of flames in front of Master Baihe.

Master Baihe gave a sinister smile.

She drew a talisman with her fingers together, and the sword curtain suddenly shrank into a colored glaze shield. The fiery sword energy hit the shield and melted away like snow in a furnace - she was actually using the sword power as a furnace to refine the remaining power of the eight swords!

"To this poor Taoist..."

Taoist Master Baihe sneered, blood bursting out from the acupoints all over her body, instantly dyeing her Taoist robe red. She pressed down heavily with both hands: "Be quiet!"

hum-

The sound that had just been chopped apart by the sword intent returned again, and everyone subconsciously covered their ears.

All the strange visions and sword scenes returned to tranquility at this moment, and the remaining sword energy of the eight swords finally became dormant, but Master Baihe's Taoist robe was already soaked in blood.

She remained frozen in place, her chest rising and falling, and one-third of her hair had turned snow-white.

"What's next?" Ning Wushu asked with a frown.

Hong Ruohai shook his head: "The sword intent is only dormant temporarily. It can pass now, but if you act rashly, you will still seek death."

Yuan Zhen, who had been silent the whole time, put his hands together, and a golden swastika pattern lit up between his brows: "This humble monk may want to give it a try, and recite the Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow, and use the formless Zen sound to guide the soul back to its place."

"No."

Dong Qianran said: "The soul and sword are now like tangled threads. The vibration caused by forcibly crossing the soul..."

She shook her head and said, "It will cause the whole balance to collapse."

Zhao Hao gritted his teeth anxiously: "We can't just stand there and watch--"

"Hey, hey, hey, make way." A hoarse and old voice interrupted the anxious argument.

The old man in black appeared and pushed away Hua Wuying and Zhao Hao who were pressing close together.

The smoker grinned, "Those little brats are giving me a headache."

Ning Wushu and Dong Qianran's pupils suddenly shrank - it was him! The owner of the sword demon's body!
But, didn't he say before that he was already a useless person? Why didn't anyone notice him when he just appeared...

"Old ghost! Is that you?"

Tang Jiao's eyes were full of surprise, and her voice trembled: "You, you save big brother! Save Sister Qiuchan! You must have a way!"

"Hehe, you are sensible and know that I am capable."

The smoker grinned and staggered towards the vortex of sword intent.

Wherever he walked, the violent sword energy automatically split the road. It was not suppressed, but naturally diverted like a stream bypassing a stubborn rock.

"This is?!"

Master Baihe's eyes were filled with horror: "How is this possible?! Your realm is only the seventh level of spiritual enlightenment at most..."

"You little girl, you know nothing."

He winked at Master Baihe: "I'm going to be a dead man now. What kind of sword spirit have you ever seen that would go crazy towards a dead man?"

The smoker grinned and continued walking forward.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the Smoker came in front of Qiu Chan, grasped Qiu Chan's soul with his five fingers, and pressed gently like kneading dough.

“It’s still well preserved.”

He laughed heartily and said, "Fu brat, you are such a fool. You didn't even ask me for help on this matter? Obviously I am the best at it."

As he spoke, the smoker waved his hand and threw the soul directly into Qiu Chan's forehead like throwing a small ball!

Faint ripples spread out, Qiu Chan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing began to become rhythmic.

There was a flash of surprise in everyone's eyes!
"Don't worry yet."

It was not until this time that the smoker's gaze turned to Fu Qingzhou.

Fu Qingzhou was still lying on the ground, with a pool of blood beneath him, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

"You are now..."

The Smoker commanded, "Those who can hold swords, collect these swords first, and take them one by one! Start with the ones you are sure of. Right, you..."

He pointed at Dong Qianran and said, "I recognize you. Come first! Don't come over. Just summon your sword!"

Dong Qianran took a breath and cupped his hands.

She didn't dare to step forward, but just stretched out her hand towards Xianjian from a distance.

After a moment, the sword hummed slightly, and with a whoosh, it flew back into her hand.

The moment the sword came into his hand, Dong Qianran's body shook, as if he had been hit by something, and he took several steps back.

"Very good, next..."

The smoker narrowed his eyes and looked at Hong Ruohai: "It's your turn, kid."

"Boy?!"

Hong Ruohai frowned, and a fierce aura burst out subconsciously.

"What are you looking at? When I was fighting on the battlefield and leaving millions of people dead, you were just a pool of liquid!" The smoker raised his little finger and said disdainfully: "Hurry up! Stop talking nonsense!"

Hong Ruohai almost couldn't catch his breath.

But for some reason, when he looked carefully at the old man in black in front of him, he actually felt an extremely terrifying sense of mountains of corpses and seas of blood from the other party!
This taste is far inferior to mine!
"Humph."

Helpless, Hong Ruohai did not pursue the matter any further. He had to consider the overall situation, reached out his hand and recalled the sword.

Similarly, after recalling his sword, he was also impacted and took a few steps back.

Next, the Smoker gave orders one by one, and Hua Wuying, Zhao Hao, Yuan Zhen, and Ning Wushu each took action and recalled the Sword of Righteousness, the Sword of Courtesy, the Sword of Benevolence, and the Sword of Punishment.

At this point, the remaining sword intent in the field had already faded very weakly. Master Baihe even took the time to step back a few steps, sitting cross-legged on the ground, breathing heavily, cold sweat dripping down like rain.

"okay."

The Smoker also laughed: "That Taoist nun, you also collect a sword, and the remaining... the last one, it is in harmony with Fu's soul, it will not hurt him."

He looked at Tang Jiao: "Your elder brother won't die, carry him back and take care of him... Qiuchan will need some time to wake up."

"Just take care of them for the next few days, that's all."

(End of this chapter)