Borrowing a sword

Chapter 328 The Evil Sword Appears!

On the high platform, disbelief was evident in the eyes of all the senior repairmen.

Even Dao Ancestors need to spend nearly two years studying in the Sword Pavilion, yet Chu Huaixu has mastered the Three Thousand Sword Scrolls in a short time.

how can that be!

Although there are many well-meaning people in the world who call him "the second patriarch of Taoism".

But you can't just exaggerate like that, claiming he's far superior to the Dao Ancestor!

Seeing everyone's expressions, Jiang Zhi simply smiled indifferently.

Others laugh at my madness, but I laugh at their ignorance.

He suddenly felt quite relieved to simply not explain!
The mysteries of the Dao Ancestor's inherited secret realm are beyond your comprehension.

His extraordinary abilities are beyond comprehension!
Jiang Zhi didn't believe it either; how could one day outside be equivalent to several years inside the secret realm?

Isn't this even more outrageous than the legendary "one day in heaven is one year on earth"?

But this is exactly what actually happened.

When everyone saw Jiang Zhi smiling without saying a word, they were immediately furious.

No matter how much everyone pressed him for answers, this junior Taoist master remained silent.

It was obvious that he possessed the utterly detestable, fragmented style of a storyteller.

Want to hear it?
I won't say anything more this time!

Ming Xuanji frowned inwardly, his fingers unconsciously twitching a few times, as if he wanted to perform divination.

This was the umpteenth time recently that he had wanted to calculate Chu Huaixu's fate.

He quickly suppressed the thought.

Surely he can't really die halfway through his journey, can he?
But this feeling was incredibly agonizing.

Jiang Zhi glanced at everyone, feeling incredibly pleased.

Back when he first met Chu Huaixu after returning to the Daoist sect, he was tormented every day, finding it incredibly annoying.

"Now, it's time to let them cause us trouble!"

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, it will be time for the second match of the day.

Xu Ziqing, a true disciple of the Daoist sect, faces off against Qin Xuanxiao, the heir of Prince Rui.

It's another battle between the world's leading figures!

Chu Huaixu stood in the Taoist ranks, watching the competition from the sidelines.

What he was most curious about was: "How did Qin Xuanxiao and the Ancestral Emperor resist the evil aura of the bronze sword?"

He now knows that there is a difference between evil energy and evil pills.

The Chongdan feels like an upgraded version of the Dao Sheng Yi, with a stronger devouring power and a higher status than Chongqi.

Evil energy has its own so-called "saturation".

Simply put, once it's full, it can't suck anymore.

If you unleash a powerful sword aura, it might be enough to hold off a few wisps of evil energy, rendering them temporarily useless.

"The Elixir of Evil should also have its limits in terms of consumption, but we haven't discovered where those limits are yet," Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

As the strongest existence after the passing of the Dao Ancestor, the Bronze Sword was no match for the Ancestral Emperor, even at his peak.

"It is second only to the Dao Ancestor, which is a key setting in 'Borrowing the Sword'," Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

Even though only three of the restrictions have been lifted, it is still far beyond Qin Xuanxiao's ability to deal with.

Even with the help of the Ancestral Emperor, and even with the limit to the absorption of evil energy, this problem is still difficult to solve.

The total amount of malevolent energy contained within the sword was simply terrifying.

If Chu Huaixu hadn't had the help of [Dao Sheng Yi], he would have found this problem very difficult.

At this moment, a sudden inspiration flashed in his mind.

"Huh! By the way, can that Demon Pill absorb demonic energy?"

He suddenly felt that maybe it would work!
"Once Xiao Xu finishes his treatment today, I'll go back and give it a try." He suddenly had the idea of ​​conducting an experiment.

On the arena, the competition has officially begun.

Xu Ziqing immediately used his body-refining supernatural power.

Qin Xuanxiao didn't dare to be careless either, and activated [Divine Descent].

The huge sword box on the boy's back opened immediately with a gentle tap.

An ugly bronze sword was thus created and he held it in his left hand.

As soon as he got the sword, the boy didn't hesitate and immediately swung it out.

Although he had cultivated to the third realm and possessed his own body-refining divine ability, the bronze sword, with its three restrictions broken, still brought a great burden when used.

If he doesn't immediately draw his sword, he can't hold it for very long if he just holds it like this.

The backlash from the "Six Out of Horizon" attack, along with the cost of wielding the bronze sword, instantly ruined his left arm.

It was easy for the audience to see how extreme and difficult it was for Xu Ziqing to swing that sword.

But the sword energy it unleashed carried an overwhelming force, as if it could slice the arena in two!
The terrifying aura transformed into a powerful gust of wind, causing the onlookers to almost lose their footing.

Qin Xuanxiao held a long spear, even activating his pseudo-realm spear core, but he still found it quite difficult to defend himself!
He even felt that if the opponent's cultivation level was also at the Great Perfection of the Third Realm, then he would likely be seriously injured by this sword strike.

After taking several steps back, Prince Rui managed to steady himself by bracing his spear against the ground.

Immediately, the training ground was abuzz with discussion.

"This sword is truly strange!"

"How could someone possess such a natal magic weapon?"

"He looks like he can't fully control it. Is this really his destined object?"

"This sword is really ugly, but it is indeed incredibly powerful and feels particularly eerie!" Many powerful cultivators sitting in the stands couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Jiang Zhi and the others.

These people naturally knew what Xu Ziqing was holding in his hand.

This is the first time in the past thousand years that the Dao Ancestor Sword on Cangling Mountain has been taken down the mountain!
But what they were seeing was definitely not the main event they wanted to see.

"This sword was left behind by the Dao Ancestor for the great calamity of heaven and earth; its power should not be limited to this!"

All the major repairmen focused their attention on Xu Ziqing's right hand.

The boy still didn't hold the sword with his right hand, but stubbornly swung it out again with his left hand.

There's no way around it; all three members of the family are stubborn.

The bones in Xiao Xu's left arm cracked and shattered instantly.

The flesh and blood burst open, as if torn apart from the inside out, and blood gushed out. Several times the cuts were so deep that the bone was visible!
His wrists and fingers were in even worse condition.

This hand, this arm, are now useless!

Imagine that Xu Ziqing is a very innocent young man.

He naturally respected Steward Niu as well.

The boy didn't know the truth.

All he knew was that Steward Niu was forced to his death in public.

What's more, this person in front of me is implying that my senior brother is also a spy!
This was tantamount to offending Xu Ziqing!

To him, no one in the world was allowed to insult his senior brother, not a single one!
The young man ignored Qin Xuanxiao completely, not even bothering to see how he caught the sword.

After he swung that sword, his left-hand sword was already at its limit.

A rare look of indifference appeared on Xiao Xu's face.

That day, he wished he could rush onto the stage and tear apart Qin Xuanxiao's foul mouth that so casually slandered others.

"Today, he will pay the price!"

Xu Ziqing, with a cold expression, extended her right hand.

The restrictive array in the palm of his hand began to emit light.

With a firm grip on the hilt of his right hand, he lifted the bronze sword steadily in his hand, as if it were nothing.

Below the arena, Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang stood side by side.

"The Evil Sword has finally reappeared in the world," he thought to himself.

He was very curious about what improvements the bronze sword had made after breaking the three restrictions.
A familiar feeling began to spread gradually.

"This is spiritual pressure."

He had climbed Mount Cangling twice before, and the bronze sword had used this very thing to torment him, trying to force him to kneel down and submit.

As soon as the spiritual pressure was released, Chu Huaixu noticed the small black sword in his sea of ​​consciousness and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

It was as if it had suddenly become energetic!
A surge of fighting spirit began to grow.

This made Chu Huaixu find it somewhat amusing.

"It's not our turn to fight it today."

"You couldn't help but watch from the audience, could you?"

He and the bronze sword were mutually disgusted, and so was the heart sword.

On the stage, the handsome young man lowered his head slightly, his eyes closed.

Black mist began to emanate from the sword.

Some people in the stands couldn't help but mutter, "How come the spiritual sword in the hands of a true disciple of the Daoist sect, a prestigious and righteous sect, is emitting black smoke?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Huaixu couldn't help but recall the line: "Senior brother, why is your Human Emperor Banner emitting black smoke?"

There's no way around it, this is an evil sword!
If these people knew that Xiao Xu was holding the legendary Dao Ancestor Sword, they would probably be even more shocked!
A terrifying pressure emanated from the bronze sword and the boy, spreading outwards.

Qin Xuanxiao wasn't going to just stand there and watch helplessly. He immediately used a variety of methods to attack the boy.

If we don't step in at a time like this, are we just going to stand by and watch him "transform"?

However, all his methods were swallowed up by a strange force when he got close to Xu Ziqing.

The handsome young man with his eyes closed also began to slowly float into the air.

The black aura on the sword began to thicken, and then bluish-black streams began to intertwine.

Qin Xuanxiao raised his head and watched the boy float into the air until he was a head taller than him.

It's strange, the face is still the same, but the feeling is that the boy's appearance has changed!
At this moment, "Xu Ziqing" slowly opened her eyes.

Clearly, breaking the triple restrictions is different from before.

During the previous Dongzhou Grand Competition, Xiao Xu held his sword in his right hand and never opened his eyes.

At this moment, within those jet-black pupils, there seemed to be a flow of air interwoven with black and bluish-black hues!
They roam within the pupils.

In Xu Ziqing's eyes, however, was endless contempt and disdain.

Qin Xuanxiao met his gaze, but involuntarily looked away.

He had a very strange feeling.

It felt as if I had nowhere to hide under those eyes!

Or perhaps, "Xu Ziqing" wasn't looking at him at that moment.

Qin Xuanxiao had a feeling that the other party was currently staring at the Emperor's divine sense within his body, staring at those four strands of divine sense!
As for him, he was simply ignored.

Xu Ziqing, holding the evil sword, floated in mid-air.

It looked down at the Emperor's divine thoughts, its eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

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