The celestial master who suppressed the world

Chapter 155 Sealing Demon Sword Pavilion, Feather Falling Sword
Ming Shuo Peak, Fengmo Sword Pavilion.

"Here is the sword of a senior of my Mingshuo Peak."

A trace of regret appeared on Wang's face.

"This senior used to be the number one swordsman in Mingshuo Peak, with strong combat power and cultivation, known as the top ten in the Tianshi Palace, and his swordsmanship is so profound that he can traverse the world and come and go as he pleases."

"It's the battle strength list of hundreds of clans, and this senior is also among the top five hundred."

After the whole body of the king, everyone in Mingshuo Peak looked proud, but there was a trace of disappointment in them.

"When this senior was alive, I, Ming Shuo Feng, could rank among the top three in the inheritance of the Sword Dao of the Immortal Palace."

"Unfortunately, 10 years ago, this senior fought against his lifelong enemy. Although he won, he was seriously injured and eventually fell."

Use the sword to escape, use the sword to hurt the dead.

In front of Xu Cheng, there seemed to be an image of a Taoist in a black robe, with a sword flying across the sky, fighting the sky and the earth.

Practitioners who can reach this point should have no regrets in this life.

"After that senior transformed into a Dao, he left behind an Immortal Sword of Hundred Battles."

"The sword spirit in that sword was transformed into a Dao by its predecessors, and no one controlled it. It was lonely for 10 years, and finally turned into a demon spirit."

Demon!

A fairy sword!
Xu Cheng's expression also darkened.

An uncontrolled fairy sword, its lethal power must be terrifying.

"I, Mingshuo Peak, sealed this fairy sword in the Fengmo Jiange with the power of the peak. In the past 10 years, the cost was so great that it almost dragged down my Mingshuo Peak."

There was a hint of helplessness in Wang Quan's words.

Xu Cheng nodded and stepped forward slowly.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for signing in to the Demon Sword Pavilion in Mingshuo Peak of the Taixuan Immortal Palace, and will be rewarded with a copy of "Dugu Zhantian Sword Art"."

The name of this sword technique is domineering enough!

Pretending to be infected by the atmosphere of Feng Jiange before, Xu Jianli stood there, lowered his head, and began to read the sword formula that he had just rewarded.

Dugu Zhantian Sword Art
The sword mad Dugu defeated, only the sword in his life, fought the sky with the sword, and traversed this world for 20 years.

The Zhantian Sword Art is the sword art that Dugu summed up all his life's learning and condensed all his achievements before he was defeated.

As the book was opened, a swordsman in white with a long sword appeared on the paper.

Shilipo killed three thousand enemies.

Baimagang slays the demon with a single sword.

After sharpening the sword for three thousand years, I went out of the mountain and pushed a hundred thousand realms across.

……

On the top of the world, swords and swords have clashed for a hundred years, killing the enemy with one sword, and laughing with the sword.

On Mingshuo Peak, white-haired and black-clothed, holding a sword and whispering, the aura of the body dissipated.

That sword remained in place and resounded for thousands of years.

……

The books were opened one by one, and the sword moves and decisions in every battle were integrated into Xu Cheng's mind.

Before he knew it, the sword skills he had practiced before combined with the sword moves, and then turned into a sword figure, swinging the sword continuously.

At this time, his mind fell into his mind, and several other real bodies and clones also began to realize sword skills together.

Wang Quan and the others stared wide-eyed, watching a sword energy rising from Xu Cheng's body.

This sword energy is extremely weak, even inferior to the sword energy cultivated by ordinary disciples of Mingshuo Peak.

But this sword energy seemed extremely resolute and arrogant, like a gust of wind, it swept across the entire Mingshuo Peak in an instant, and then turned into a sword shadow soaring into the sky.

"Feather Falling Sword!"

Wang Quan and others muttered to themselves.

Feather Falling Sword is exactly the name of the sealed magic sword.

The sword shadow continued to solidify, as if it were real.

In the entire Mingshuo Peak, the sword intents of all the sword practitioners were aroused, rushing into the shadow of the long sword.

"what happened?"

An old voice sounded in Wang Quan's ear.

Peak Lord!

Wang Quan bowed and said in a low voice: "Master, it was the Ninth Master of Yuxuan Peak who attracted Yu Luojian's sword intent to the sky."

Hearing his words, the old voice was silent for a moment and said: "The ancestor went to the sky to find the sword. I temporarily suppressed the spirit of the magic sword. I can't move it lightly. What happened today must not be rumored."

"Disciple understands." Wang Quan said in a deep voice.

……

The sword energy on Xu Cheng's body continued to transform, and finally, it turned into a faint trace of majestic breath, converging into his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a sword light flashed away in his eyes.

"Master Jiu, do you have the inheritance from Senior Dugu?"

Behind him, Wang Quan asked in a low voice.

There was hope and disappointment in his voice.

As a disciple of Mingshuo Peak, he naturally hoped that the Dugu inheritance would stay.

But this inheritance falls on an outsider, how can he not lose it.

Xu Cheng nodded, and said, "I want to take a look at Yu Luojian."

Wang Quan was shocked.

The disciples behind him also showed a trace of panic on their faces.

Yuluo has become a demon.

"Let him go."

An old voice rang in Wang Quan's ear.

"Please." Wang Quan nodded.

Xu Cheng walked up the steps step by step, stretched out his hand and gently pushed towards the door of the Demon Sword Pavilion.

A series of golden threads are intertwined, and the golden threads are all formed by runes.

Each of these runes has the power of a Martial Saint Realm.

The vast space is full of runes.

At the deepest part of the rune, a long crystal sword is suspended there.

The sword is five feet long, without a hilt, but wrapped with layers of hemp rope.

There is no jaw, not even a spine.

But the blade of this sword is so bright that people can't open their eyes.

Xu Cheng slowly closed his eyes and walked forward step by step.

"You're back……"

A low call seemed to suppress endless grief.

"Zheng-"

With just a slight shake of the long sword, it cut open all the golden talismans, and then made a path for Xu Cheng to walk slowly.

step.

two steps.

Until he reached the middle position, he raised his hand and gently held the hilt of the sword.

On that sword, all the brilliance was silenced, only a low chant remained.

"Dugu, I have been waiting for you for 10 years..."

That sword, like a woman in red makeup waiting to be married, whispered her lovesickness.

It's just that the sword body quickly withered, and traces of rust climbed up the blade.

The originally delicate face with red makeup has also turned into white hair and haggard.

"No, I don't want it, Dugu, you take me away!"

"Why do you seal me up, I am willing to die with you!"

……

In Xu Cheng's palm, the hemp rope on the hilt has long since rotted away.

The coldness on the hilt of the sword seemed to penetrate into his heart.

At this moment, the sword shadow that had long since dissipated in his mind suddenly appeared.

A figure dressed in white and full of sword aura emerged.

"Lonely!"

The long sword screamed and the ear-piercing sword chant seemed to pull the phantom in front of him out of the long river of time.

"Yu Luo, live for me."

The phantom looked at the red clothes transformed by the long sword, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the white hair.

This caress was like the time when that figure disappeared 10 years ago.

……

Half a day later, Xu Cheng walked out of the Demon Sealing Sword Pavilion with his head down.

A white-haired Taoist stood in front of the Jiange.

"Peak Master Xuanchong." Xu Cheng slightly bowed.

"I don't know whether to thank you or be jealous."

"Without you, I would not be freed for thousands of years."

The white-haired Taoist sighed and looked at Xu Chengdao: "Back then, I used to speak boldly in front of Senior Yu Luo and lead her to fight the sword to the end of the world..."

"Are you the little baby who was stripped naked and thrown out of the Devil's Sword Pavilion?" Xu Cheng's words made the master of Xuanchong Peak's face stiffen.

"I will record another copy of the legacy of Senior Dugu."

"As for the fairy sword, I will return it again."

There was a gleam of light in Xu Cheng's eyes.

"I think we can talk."

(End of this chapter)