Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 229 Who else wants to come up to die
The thick, tiger-headed saber on the back of this sword repairer should be the natal sword he refined for himself.

Since the cultivation method of sword cultivators has been widely spread, the remaining few weapon cultivators have also borrowed from the cultivation methods of sword cultivators for many years. So far, they have probably basically figured out the method of refining natal weapons when building a foundation.

However, the Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivator of Qingxu Palace seemed to follow the old path of weapon cultivation, and did not fuse his natal weapon during Foundation Establishment.

Otherwise, the weight of the tiger-headed broadsword behind him wouldn't make him step on a hole with one step.

After all, once the natal weapon is recognized as its owner, it will always be the most suitable weight in the hands of a monk.

Thinking up to this point, Shen Zhiyu couldn't help thinking about it, and he didn't know how much the Qingya sword actually weighed. If it was calculated according to the usual weight, magic weapons generally weigh around a thousand catties.

But soon, Shen Zhiyu withdrew her wandering thoughts and stared intently at the strong Daoxiu who was getting closer and closer.

The knife cultivator in front of him stepped forward step by step, and with every step he took, his aura became stronger. In the end, he stood outside the ravine with his imposing manner, bowed his hands, and said in a muffled voice, "Qingxu Palace, Tian Mo, a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment."

Her cultivation level is comparable to hers, but the sword cultivator and the sword cultivator are both monks of the same rank with the highest combat power. I just don't know how the foundation-building sword cultivator of Qingxu Palace has honed his sword intent.

Shen Zhiyu held the sword backhand, and said back: "Xuanji Sword Sect, Shen Zhiyu, a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment."

After the two sides exchanged names politely, Tian Mo took off the thick tiger-headed broadsword that was carried behind his back with his arms raised.

This tiger-headed broadsword is more than three feet high and half a foot wide. The back of the knife is about an inch. The cross-section presents a sharp and slender triangle shape. There is a curved blood groove on each side of the blade, and a dark red blood is faintly leaking from the groove. .The blade is silvery-white, and it looks unparalleled in sharpness.

The big knife was too heavy, and he couldn't hold it stably with one hand, so he stood the big knife in front of him, and then a domineering aura erupted from his body, which was similar to the sword, but even more ferocious.

The next moment, Tian Mo stomped on the ground with one foot, only to hear a "boom", cracks spread out on the ground, dust rose, and his whole body was ejected like lightning.

Seeing Tian Mo in a hurry, holding a big knife with both hands to the top of his head, and slashing at her brazenly.

Shen Zhiyu's gaze was fixed, and his figure was immediately concealed by a puff of smoke, and then, the puff of light smoke erratically moved towards Daoxiu who was slashing.

Seeing the faint figure in the smoke, Tian Mo's eyes flashed, he locked on to his aura, and slashed down with a big knife.

Shen Zhiyu looked at the falling trajectory of the blade, and his figure dodged to the side lightly, avoiding the blade of the big sword, and then stretched out the black long sword straightly, and slashed towards Tian Mo's neck, with a fierce strike.

This Tian Mo practiced the Dao of the Sword according to the old method of Qi Xiu, the big sword has never recognized its owner, so when it is controlled, it is naturally not as flexible and convenient as when she drove Qingya.

The sharp sword edge glowing with ice-cold light pierced Tian Mo's protective shield layer by layer. Seeing that the sword edge was less than two inches away from the life gate of his neck, a burst of pain burst out of his body. There was a ferocious breath, and immediately, a layer of silver-white saber light appeared on the neck, which almost turned into reality.

Sword intent!
Shen Zhiyu only felt a cold and tyrannical aura pressing heavily on her soul, her phoenix eyes turned and she secretly urged her sword intent.

Tian Mo, who was less than half a foot away from her, only heard a sharp sword roar, and then felt the saber force he urged to send out to intimidate the mind, and was broken by an invisible sharp sword forcefully and domineeringly.

And that black long sword was only blocked by the light of the sword for a moment, and then the deep black sword energy burst out from the sword was easily cut off, and the blade continued to cut his neck bone.

This time, Shen Zhiyu didn't want to show mercy. After all, in the current situation, if she tied her hands and feet, she couldn't restrain the group of arrogant and domineering Qingxu Palace monks outside the ravine.

If it wasn't for He Chong's cultivation at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, he would have died under her sword long ago.

With a sound of "ding", Qingya sword fell to Tian Mo's neck, but it didn't cut off his head directly.

A layer of bronze halo emerged from Tian Mo's neck, and a heavy and simple aura slowly emerged from his body.

Shen Zhiyu let out a light "huh", this Tian Mo turned out to be a sword body double cultivator, and his physical cultivation realm has also reached the Bigu state which is the same as Foundation Establishment.

However, once the sword was cut, the terrifying penetrating power and sharpness that belonged to Shen Zhiyu's sword intention still tore a bloody hole in his neck, and a large amount of scarlet blood gushed out from it, soaking his clothes in an instant. wet.

Seeing Tian Mo clutching his wound, his face like gold paper, his breath weakening, Shen Zhiyu thought for a moment, then kicked him out of the gully.

This person was seriously injured and had no strength to fight back. In such a situation, she wouldn't have to add another sword, she would have to kill him.What's more, the wound is in such a fragile and fatal place like the neck, whether he can survive is still unknown.

Tian Mo was kicked and flew backwards, the surrounding disciples of Qingxu Palace hurriedly caught him, and then everyone rushed to heal and bandage him.

All kinds of healing elixir emerge in endlessly.

However, taking a large amount of pills did not save his life, Tian Mo still couldn't hold on and died.

Shen Zhiyu looked at the hatred eyes of those people in Qingxu Palace, she slowly wiped away the blood stains on Qingya Sword with her hands, her expression was indifferent.

In fact, after the Qingya sword was promoted to a magic weapon, it had the function of self-cleaning. Now she wiped the blood on the sword body with her hands, just to cause psychological pressure on the people in Qingxu Palace.

Moreover, when Tian Mo's blood was splattered before, she deliberately did not dodge to cover it, and a lot of blood was splattered on her body and face. Thinking about it, her current image is very terrifying.

The terrifying description coupled with the madman-like posture can greatly arouse people's fear. This is the truth she once comprehended during the dark guard assessment.

Seeing the fearful eyes of several Qingxu Palace disciples inside, Shen Zhiyu glanced around, and stopped on the beautiful female cultivator who said she was vicious before, and raised the corners of her lips to show her a harmless look. smile.

The glamorous female cultivator's face immediately turned pale, and she involuntarily looked away.

Seeing that several Qingxu Palace disciples avoided her gaze, Shen Zhiyu said softly, "Who else wants to come up to die?"

He Chongyue, who had already bandaged his wounds, came out, his usual warm expression was extremely gloomy at this moment, "Junior Sister Shen, you and I are two sects that have been in an alliance for many years, why are you so vicious?"

"I've said it before," Shen Zhiyu was not afraid of his gloomy face, and looked directly at him, speaking loudly, "Those who cross the line, die."

(End of this chapter)