Start from a baby to become a Taoist

Chapter 396 Blood Sword

The three senior and junior disciples who were observing the trial sat up straight instantly upon seeing the bald man's reaction, their eyes fixed on the trial grounds.

"Is this the final blow?!"

Upon seeing this scene, the junior sister asked a question.

"That's right!"

The eldest brother gave an affirmative answer.

As a sword cultivator, even if he wasn't the most top-tier sword cultivator and couldn't compare to a peerless sword immortal, his swordsmanship was still extremely terrifying.

Especially when combined with his extreme ice power.

It is also very clear that a sword is not necessarily better the bigger it is; a sword can only unleash its greatest power when it is in the hands of a person!

The eldest brother had just finished speaking.

In the midst of trials.

I saw.

The bald man held the blood-red iron sword in his hand. The blade was covered with blood-red sword patterns and emitted a blood-red light, like a peerless and ferocious sword that would slaughter everything.

Simultaneously.

On the sword pattern, wisps of blood-red light slowly rose from the blade, like a winding serpent, heading towards the hilt.

The bald man's hand was on the hilt of the sword.

"What's the purpose of this blood-red light?"

Xu Ran stared at the sword patterns on the blade, the blood-red light emanating from it slowly rising, somewhat puzzled.

After a moment of thought, Xu Ran's eyes suddenly widened.

"Could it be... that they're going to show the bald guy something?"

He immediately thought of the silver iron sword he had just held in his hand, which had the same problem.

The white light he had just witnessed allowed him to see the growth trajectory of the owner of the Silver Iron Sword and to understand the core of his sword intent.

What can this blood-red light give the bald man?
Xu Ran's gaze fixed on the bald man grew even more serious.

after all.

This is equivalent to passing on one's skills.

as predicted.

When the crimson light from the blood-red iron sword reached the bald man's hand.

All of a sudden.

The bald man's originally bronze skin turned blood red in an instant, and his entire body radiated a blood-red light, like a person stained with blood.

Simultaneously.

Blood-red runes also appeared on his blood-red body.

Upon closer inspection, these blood-red runes are exactly the same as the sword patterns on the blood-red iron sword!
"Om-"

The moment the crimson sword patterns appeared on the bald man's body, an invisible ripple spread out from his body.

"This is the sword intent emanating from the Crimson Iron Sword!"

That's right.

Like Xu Ran, the bald man also exuded a sword intent that belonged to someone wielding an iron sword.

It was obvious that the bald man, like Xu Ran, had also grasped something.

"Om-"

Simultaneously.

The bald man, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. In an instant, the entire arena, centered on the bald man, was filled with waves of crimson light, accompanied by the blood-red sword energy.

A sharp and bloody sword aura suddenly burst forth from his body.

The blood-red mist, almost solidified, drifted around the bald man's body, like a demon god descending from the heavens, invincible.

"Shh-"

The bald man brandished his blood-red iron sword, his eyes blazing with crimson light.

"Now it is your turn!"

He pointed the blood-red iron sword at Xu Ran.

At the tip of the sword, there was also a sword aura formed by the condensation of blood-red light, as if drops of blood were staining the tip of the sword.

Xu Ran stood tall and fearless in place.

It's just a sudden realization, right? You talk like nobody hasn't had one!
He also accepted the image of the white light on the Silver Iron Sword, and learned about the life story of the owner of the Silver Iron Sword and the life creed he always adhered to!
In terms of insight, Xu Ran was in no way inferior to the bald man.

As for cultivation?

In the swordsmanship trial, cultivation level is not important; what matters most is the understanding of swordsmanship.

Just for a moment.

Xu Ran stood still, with countless white sword beams bursting out from his body. In an instant, the sharp sword energy swept across the entire arena like a storm.

Xu Ran, at the center of the storm, simply stood still, staring fearlessly at the bald man.

Although he didn't speak, he had already given the best answer.

"Humph!"

Upon seeing this, the bald man snorted coldly.

Suddenly.

The crimson mist surrounding his body seemed to have a mind of its own, dancing wildly around him, sometimes pulsating, sometimes expanding, and sometimes still.

Unbeknownst to them, the crimson mist was slowly approaching Xu Ran.

"boom--"

moment.

The white sword light surrounding Xu Ran's body and the blood-red mist spreading from his bald head collided violently in mid-air, exploding with a loud bang.

"call--"

Simultaneously.

As the two sword energies rose, the already raging winds in the arena became even more frenzied in that instant.

On the outer edge of the storm, two sword intents swirled, relentlessly destroying everything in the arena.

In an instant, nothing in the entire arena remained intact; all that could be seen high above was the wood chips that had been on the ground, now scattered in the air.

The only ones unaffected were Xu Ran, who wielded a silver iron sword, and the bald man, who wielded a blood-red iron sword.

"Is this how sword cultivators fight?"

The junior sister, who was observing, saw sword intent flying everywhere in the arena, destroying everything in sight.

However, Xu Ran and the bald man, who were the instigators, did not clash at all, which was different from what she had imagined about sword cultivators.
"of course not!"

The second senior brother answered first.

He had actually witnessed the existence of sword cultivators with his own eyes. The majestic figure of the sword immortals from ancient times was still vivid in his mind and heart, lingering for a long time.

I still remember that even the edge of a sword intent could severely injure a powerful figure!
"Sword cultivator, sword cultivator, only those who wield swords can be called sword cultivators!"

At this moment, the senior brother spoke up, "Even so, the control of sword intent is an extremely important aspect of sword cultivation."

"Right now, Xu Ran and the bald man are only exchanging sword intent; they haven't yet touched on sword techniques."

As he spoke, the senior brother's gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked towards the arena.

"However, the bald man's sword intent seems to be somewhat inferior to Xu Ran's!"

As soon as the eldest brother said this, the second brother and the junior sister immediately looked at the battle in the arena.

And it turned out to be just as the senior brother had said.

even though.

Xu Ran's white sword light and the bald man's blood-red sword energy clashed and restrained each other in the arena.

But in reality, the crimson sword energy had been slowly worn away without anyone noticing.

Not only were they obliterated, but some of the crimson sword energy was even assimilated by the white sword light!

For a long time, the one who has failed has always been the bald guy! "Isn't this a case of being assimilated?" the junior sister asked, looking at the scene before her.

"No!" the eldest brother immediately retorted, "This isn't assimilation, it's returning to our essence!"

"Don't forget, as I said before, the sword intent in the bald man's hand is essentially the sword intent of a sword immortal. It's just that it has been fused with the aura of the Netherworld, which is why it has become so strange!"
You must understand, a sword immortal's sword intent is already the strongest in the world. Adding anything else will only backfire, making their sword intent impure, and thus easily creating weaknesses!

talking.

The eldest brother stared intently at the silver iron sword in Xu Ran's hand.

"The silver iron sword in Xu Ran's hand is something that the sword immortal has always carried with him since he started cultivating the sword!"
Even though it's just an ordinary black iron sword, it carries the purest sword intent of a sword immortal!

That's the purest sword intent!

As the eldest brother spoke, a hint of envy crept into his voice.

Although he cannot be called a pure sword cultivator, he can feel the purest and most essential sword intent of a sword immortal, which is the dream of every sword user!
This opportunity was given to Xu Ran.

However, this is what he deserves, considering he made it this far during the trials of the nine-story tower!

During the trial.

At this moment, the bald man's expression was no longer as relaxed as it had been at the beginning.

after all.

If even his junior sister could see it, how could he not?
He felt the sword intent on his blood-red iron sword slowly disappearing, while the sword intent of the white sword light grew stronger and stronger, although the process was very slow.

but.

At the beginning, their sword intents were evenly matched.

But how long has it been?

A quarter of the crimson mist in the arena has dissipated.

Although the white sword light didn't increase by that much, its growth was still extremely rapid.

Given time, the crimson sword intent will eventually be completely devoured by the white sword light.

"Your sword intent is still not fully developed!"

Xu Ran was also very aware of the bald man's current situation and kindly offered a reminder.

He also knew that if things continued this way, he would definitely be the winner, and if he were bald, he would definitely seek change.

However, Xu Ran knew in his heart that no matter how things changed, he would be the one to win.

At that moment, Xu Ran's confidence surged.

at the same time.

The already sharp white sword cries became even more aggressive at this moment, actively spreading towards the blood-red sword intent, attempting to transform it all into white sword light.

"Not good!"

Sensing something was wrong, the bald man immediately stopped.

The crimson iron sword, which had been hovering in the air and constantly releasing a crimson aura, instantly returned to the bald man's hand, and the action of constantly releasing crimson mist from the sword's patterns also stopped immediately.

at this time.

The crimson mist drifting in the air weakened immediately upon sensing the disappearance of the crimson iron sword's aura.

Upon seeing this, the white sword light immediately attacked the unclaimed blood-red mist.

moment.

The entire arena was filled with white sword light, like a heavenly palace, with white mist spreading everywhere. Even a fairyland could not compare!

Xu Ran held the silver iron sword, but hadn't yet had time to feel the surging sword intent within it.

next moment.

He then felt a chill behind him.

Xu Ran quickly raised the silver iron sword and saw a blood-red bald head appear behind him in the reflection of the sword. The eyes were glowing red, like a demon god descending from the sky.

The bald guy launched a sneak attack!
See this.

Xu Ran's body immediately tilted to one side.

All of a sudden.

A crimson light slashed down in front of Xu Ran, cutting off several strands of his hair which fell to the ground.

Xu Ran dodged the sudden sword strike.

"boom!"

The crimson iron sword that Xu Ran had dodged struck the ground hard the next moment, producing a loud clashing sound.

The solid ground was thus damaged by a crack that was nearly ten feet deep.

If this sword strikes Xu Ran successfully, even with his fully developed [Innate Saint Body] physique, he will surely lose his ability to move and become a lamb to the slaughter!

Having successfully dodged the attack, Xu Ran did not relax in the slightest.

Immediately.

Using his right leg as a fulcrum, he plunged the iron sword hard into the ground, instantly giving his small body a foothold.

"boom!"

Since the bald man made a sneak attack and failed, he will have to bear the consequences of that failure.

The bald man who had just landed a sword strike had no time to react, and this was Xu Ran's chance.

"The ground cracks!"

I saw.

Xu Ran let out a low growl.

next moment.

The slender figure pulled the silver iron sword from the ground, and a burst of golden spiritual energy erupted from the right hand that held the sword in a reverse grip. Furthermore, he began to exert force in his wrist, and a surging power merged into the silver iron sword.

"drink!"

Immediately, the drawn silver iron sword seemed to draw immense power from the earth, carrying a sharp white sword aura, and fiercely attacked the bald man who was unable to make any move.

"call out--"

next moment.

A whooshing sound was heard, and the white sword light emitted by Xu Ran's silver iron sword sliced ​​through the bald man's body as easily as cutting through tofu the moment the sound rang out.

"Did you make it?"

The second senior brother, who was observing the trial, saw the bald man's body being slashed by the white sword light. He immediately stood up and craned his neck to see what was happening.

The bald man's sneak attack was incredibly insidious and swift, without any warning. If Xu Ran hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would probably be the one whose body was slashed by the sword energy right now.

to be frank.

When they saw the bald man's body appear behind Xu Ran, all three of them gasped.

The junior sister even instinctively covered her eyes to avoid seeing anything too bloody.

Fortunately, that didn't happen; instead, Xu Ran successfully fought back against the bald man.

This is the scene they wanted to see!
Just as the junior sister's question came out.

I saw.

In the arena.

The once intact, blood-red bald head split in two from the middle of his body, each half sliding up and down, accompanied by a gush of blood, before the two halves fell to the ground.

The already dilapidated land was instantly stained red.

The bald man's body, which had fallen to the ground, was positioned on either side of Xu Ran, with his left and right eyes fixed on him.

The blood-red light in his eyes quickly dissipated.

Simultaneously.

The bald head, now split in two, lost its crimson color, returning to its original bronze skin. The crimson sword patterns on its body also disappeared, reverting to their original runes.

and.

The blood-red iron sword he held in his hand flowed through his grasp like quicksand.

The lingering crimson mist in the arena vanished along with the crimson iron sword, as if the crimson arena had never existed!
(End of this chapter)