Borrowing a sword

Chapter 146 The Bronze Sword Appears [Bonus Chapter, Please Vote!]

On the arena, Xu Ziqing used a secret technique to break a restriction on the sword box.

This sword case, made of dragonwood, may appear to be only a mid-grade spiritual weapon, but it actually contains a large number of restrictions and formations.

These are the key things!
It was jointly crafted by Lu Pan, a master of formations; Nangong Yue, a master of weapon crafting; and Jiang Zhi, a junior master of the Daoist sect.

It was tailor-made for swordsmen.

The entire sword case is divided in the middle, forming an inverted triangle.

Inside, there were streaks of light like electric currents, forming an electric grid that enveloped the bronze sword inside the scabbard.

Before it was officially opened, the audience around the ring was filled with curiosity.

Although Xu Ziqing doesn't have as many gimmicks as Chu Huaixu, it's still quite surprising that this cultivator has managed to make it all the way to this round.

He carries this large wooden box with him to every game.

If it were placed upright on the ground, it would definitely be a head taller than this handsome young man!

The wooden box was so eye-catching that from the very first round, people began speculating about whether there was anything inside.

If so, what would it contain?
Guo Zhennan brandished the giant sword, forcing Xu Ziqing to open it.

Deep down, the boy hoped to rely on his own strength to last for several more rounds.

He wanted to fight on his own, not rely entirely on the sword.

Because he knew in his heart that at that time, it would not be him competing, but the sword fighting for him!
"A wise man uses things, but is not used by things." Xu Ziqing kept in mind the words his senior brother had carved.

However, his senior brother also told him that he hoped the three of them could sweep the top three places in the East Continent Competition.

"My junior grandmaster even gave me a death order, requiring me to take down the leader of the Eastern Continent."

"No, to be precise, it's about winning the East-West Continent Grand Competition."

In Xu Ziqing's view, if he were at the same level as his opponent, at the Great Perfection of the First Realm, then even if he were unarmed, he would definitely have the strength to fight, and he was confident that he could win!
Unfortunately, he was only at the sixth level of the first realm, and even if he kept taking drugs, he couldn't catch up in a short time.

The boy was not someone who was completely inflexible.

To be precise, during his last casual chat with his senior, he was subtly testing him.

"If my senior brother tells me to rely entirely on my own strength, then I will fight by myself."

It was obvious that he listened to Chu Huaixu more than Jiang Zhi.

But that day, Chu Huaixu didn't say anything, he just took a deep look at the sword box.

Xu Ziqing felt that she had found the answer.

Moreover, if his opponent is only Guo Zhennan, he can actually be considered to have fought on his own!

As soon as the sword case was opened, everyone's eyes were fixed on it.

Everyone was so curious, even Han Shuangjiang was eagerly looking around.

Because she had never seen the sword in person!
There's a saying: the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Everyone was wondering what kind of treasure it was, that even the box containing it was a mid-grade spiritual artifact.

Just now, when Xu Ziqing opened the sword box with a single hand seal, the scene was magnificent and spectacular!
but
This sword is so ugly!
Han Shuangjiang had heard Chu Huaixu mention it, saying that the sword on the summit of Cangling Mountain was terribly ugly.

But she just thought that this sword might not be as beautiful as [Partridge Sky].

After all, it is too powerful and too legendary. If it were just ordinary, it would seem ugly.

Therefore, the big ice block listened to the dead fox's words and simply tacitly agreed: this sword probably isn't very good-looking.

Now that she has seen its true appearance, she is greatly disappointed.

"It really is ugly."

Below the arena, the crowd was buzzing with discussion.

"I never expected there to be a sword in Xu Ziqing's wooden box?"

Many people couldn't help but look at Chu Huaixu, who was watching the audience.

As everyone now knows, he and this handsome young man seem to be quite familiar with each other.

After each competition, the three of them would find a quiet place to chat. Xu Ziqing seemed to treat Chu Huaixu with extreme respect, even showing awe and admiration in his eyes.
"Damn it, could he be like Chu Huaixu, also cultivating both sword and body?" This thought popped into many people's minds.

picture!so similar!
Whether they were disciples of the Daoist sect or members of other sects, everyone had been eagerly anticipating Chu Huaixu's sword strike since the last round of competition.

After all, even Mei Chuxue, a great cultivator at the eighth realm, indirectly helped him gain momentum, and she herself expressed her anticipation!
For a time, Chu Huaixu was the most popular!
Who would have thought that instead of what he expected, a cheaper alternative would appear here first?
The legendary Dao Ancestor Sword has one day become a substitute for Chu Huaixu.

"How could there be such an ugly bronze sword?"

"That's really strange, it looks like it was made by a novice weapon refiner."

"Moreover, it has no spiritual fluctuations whatsoever, as if it were a dead object."

On the high platform where major repairs were being carried out, many people reacted in a completely different way than those below!
Situ Cheng and the others were so shocked they almost stood up from their chairs!
Even cultivators at the fifth realm like Mo Tenglong had never seen this legendary sword in person, so they couldn't recognize it at all.

As one of the "Four Divine Swords," Situ Cheng had indeed gone up the mountain to challenge the swordsman, only to suffer a crushing defeat.

Mei Chuxue and Teng Lingyi had never gone to Cangling Mountain to ask for the sword, but as high-ranking members of the four major sects, they had some understanding of the sword.

The three of them turned to look at the Daoist group. Even Situ Cheng, who had the worst sense of propriety, didn't dare to say anything out of line!
"The Dao Ancestor Sword has reappeared in the world!"

"Someone actually managed to make the Dao Ancestor Sword recognize its master?!"

This is a matter of great importance; how dare I make any unfounded comments!
They had assumed that Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang were the source of the Daoist sect's confidence in this competition.

But who would have thought that something big was brewing up!

Moreover, the shock this event brought was simply too great.

Others might not know what this meant, but the three of them did.

The world in Dongzhou is about to change!

They couldn't sit still anymore; they simply couldn't sit still!
The four major sects are united in their fight against the great calamity of heaven and earth.

"Such a big thing, and they didn't tell us right away?" Teng Lingyi and the others thought.

At this moment, Xiang Yan, sitting in the main seat, met their gazes and could probably guess what they were thinking.

He immediately sent a secret telepathic message to the three of them:

"After today's competition, Junior Uncle will invite the three of you to Junzi Temple for tea." Mei Chuxue couldn't help but roll her eyes, her charming peach blossom eyes filled with resentment.

She could practically picture it all: this Taoist junior uncle, who loved to act mysterious, would surely be all smug and self-assured when the time came.

"It seems that my coming here with Kui Muquan has already dashed my hopes of becoming the leader of Dongzhou," she thought to herself.

Originally, she thought that the one with the best chance of winning the championship was perhaps Chu Huaixu, who hadn't given it his all.

Now it seems that the young man on the arena, with the Dao Ancestral Sword in hand, is invincible.

"Chu Huaixu can only be his stepping stone," Mei Chuxue thought to herself.

On the arena, after opening the sword box, Xu Ziqing did not rush to make a move, but continued to use [Flying Profound] to dodge as much as possible.

Because he knew very well that he only had one chance to make a move.

"My junior grandmaster said that we can use swords this round, but we should use them sparingly."

During this time, Jiang Zhi kept urging Xu Ziqing to cultivate, and at the same time, he racked his brains to teach him various secret techniques.

The situation has taken a wrong turn.

This swordsman was not on the right track.

Even Jiang Zhi was powerless to reverse the situation and could not turn the tide.

All we can do is try different things and see if there are any other possibilities.

As a result, they actually came up with some interesting ideas.

"Body tempering also has its benefits." For the first time, the proud sword cultivator Jiang Zhi had such thoughts in his mind.

He was sitting in a rattan chair at the Gentleman's Temple, his divine sense covering the martial arts arena, investigating the situation there.

He deliberately didn't go, waiting until all the competitions were over for Situ Cheng and the others to come find him.

Jiang Zhi observed Xu Ziqing's performance on the stage and found the child somewhat laughable.

"Only one sword can be used."

"And it's also difficult to control."

"Ridiculous! Are you afraid of cutting it off at the wrong angle?"

Clearly, the boy knew the sword was powerful, but he still didn't know exactly how powerful it was!

With his exceptional combat awareness, Xiao Xu finally found an opening.

"Now is the best time!"

He raised his hand and the bronze sword in the sword box flew out and landed in his hand.

Chu Huaixu watched from below the arena, his brows furrowing slightly, puzzled.

"Why is it the left hand?"

Yes, the sword ended up in Xu Ziqing's left hand.

The moment the sword was in his hand, the young man felt an immense burden.

The sword spirit is still asleep, its power basically sealed away.

The sword will only awaken if the restriction on his right palm is connected to the restriction on the sword itself.

It now resembles a lifeless object, unlike a magical artifact.

In fact, the so-called spiritual artifact is: the artifact moves with the spirit!

Although the first of the nine restrictions left by the Dao Ancestor has been lifted, its power under these circumstances is extremely limited, perhaps less than 20-30%.

Moreover, the key is for the sword spirit to control his body and enter the state of "sword and man as one".

However, in this way, the swordsman becomes part of the sword, rather than the sword becoming part of him, as easy as his own arm.

At this moment, Xu Ziqing was like a child with very little strength trying to wield an extremely heavy giant sword.

Even though he was a physical cultivator with a strong physique, he was under immense pressure at this moment.

Therefore, as soon as he got his hands on the sword, he immediately swung it forward without any hesitation.

Because he only had this one moment!

This is his current limit.

The boy let out an angry shout, his voice hoarse and strained.

His left arm immediately cracked open, and blood kept oozing out, leaving it a bloody mess.

The sound of bones cracking was so piercing that it made one feel excruciating pain.

Xu Ziqing's face immediately paled.

All the spiritual power contained within the body was instantly drained.

A dark blue-black sword light appeared, looking rather eerie!

A dark purple aura swirled around the sword light.

Xu Ziqing couldn't control the sword at all, so the direction was still off.

But in fact, it doesn't matter if it's crooked.

Because this sword light, slashing horizontally forward, seemed capable of annihilating everything on the arena!
The entire arena's formation was activated instantly; otherwise, it might have even injured the closest onlookers!

A dark purple aura swirled around the bluish-black sword light.

It's too fast.

This speed is simply not something a cultivator at the first level should be able to achieve.

Guo Zhennan had no time to dodge, nor could he defend himself.

In that limited time, he only had time for one thought to form: he realized
He's not just going to lose, he's going to die!

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