5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 183 Revival of the past life, Jiang Ling, I kept you waiting for a long time

With the eruption of sword intent in Jiang Ling's body, the bronze sword in his hand was trembling crazily.

At this moment, he seemed to be the sharpest long sword, fused with the sword.

Sword intent is a kind of will, which can be manifested even without cultivation base. Under the influence of sword intent, those frantically pouring sword energy actually slowed down their falling speed.

"How is this sword intent possible!"

In the distance, the old man's expression changed drastically. He is also a sword cultivator, and he can sense the powerful sword intent in Jiang Ling's body.

Compared with the sword intent, he immediately distinguished the high and the low, he was completely defeated, and even faced Jiang Ling's sword intent unexpectedly had an instinct to kneel down.

This is the dominance of the sword intent, there is only one emperor among ten thousand swords, and the sword intent is not as good as a human being, and he can only bow his head and claim it.

"Crack!"

As the sword intent soared, cracks appeared on the bronze sword in Jiang Ling's hand.

Jiang Ling's face was resolute, and the sword intent was raging in his eyes.

Even if he has no cultivation base, he can still use the bronze sword to perform sword moves, and the bronze sword that surpasses the fairy weapon is more powerful.

It's just that Jiangling still doesn't have the complete sword move of Wanjian Guizong, but even a half-baked one is stronger than that old man's.

"You, Wan Jian Guizong, are tarnishing the sword cultivator and destroying the name of the sword cultivator."

Jiang Ling tightly held the hilt of the bronze sword with both hands. There were more and more cracks on the sword body. The sword intent spread out through the blessing of the bronze sword, shaking the sword energy above his head.

"what!"

Seeing this, the old man's complexion became even uglier, and he cried out in shock.

If you read correctly, the sword energy he unleashed was trembling, and the Wanjian hovering in the air was trembling towards Jiang Ling. What's going on?

When the sword qi is afraid?
People who were watching the battle both openly and secretly looked at Jiang Ling in shock.

"This is the real Wan Jian Guizong."

Jiang Ling turned the hilt violently with both hands, and the whole bronze sword shattered into pieces of bronze light.

Bronze-colored rays of light hovered in the air, condensing into flying swords in the blink of an eye, bronze-colored flying swords.

At the beginning, there were not many flying swords, but after a few circles, the number skyrocketed several times, infinitely divided, and soon reached the level of covering the sky.

And the flying swords flying all over the sky formed a sword array in the circle, and their power continued to increase.

"You obviously have no cultivation base, how did you manage to return to the sect with thousands of swords?" The old man couldn't help shouting with a grim face.

The biggest difficulty of Wanjian Guizong is to control thousands of flying swords at the same time, which requires a very high will and soul, and at least it takes at least the stage of transformation to use it.

But the kid in front of him doesn't even have cultivation, how did he do it?
Just when he was shocked, the bronze sword array and the sword energy all over the sky clashed crazily.

The bronze sword is unrivaled, and it frantically bombards the sword energy, as if it has vitality, and it can continuously differentiate the sword energy.

One turns into two, two turns into four, and keeps splitting.

Thousands of bronze swords rolled upwards, and more than half of the sword energy was shattered in just one encounter, and the remaining sword energy collapsed immediately.

"Impossible!" The old man's pupils contracted. Even if he suppressed his strength, he could still burst out the strength of the Nascent Soul Stage Dzogchen. Such a strong Wanjian Guizong was smashed to pieces in an instant!
For a while, the audience was silent, and they all stared blankly at the bronze sword array in the air.

"How did you do it?" The old man looked at Jiang Ling in disbelief.

Jiang Ling smiled slightly: "I said, your Wan Jian Gui Zong is not authentic, but mine is the real Wan Jian Gui Zong."

The core of Wan Jian Gui Zong lies in the word "Wan". It does not mean that the more sword energy condensed means Wan Jian Gui Zong, but that the sword energy has "vitality" and can continuously divide the sword energy.

In this way, there will only be more and more sword qi, and more sword qi will be born after being wiped out, until the enemy is killed.

"Feel it well."

Jiang Ling waved his hand indifferently, and suddenly the circle of bronze swords circling in the air flew violently towards the old man.

"Insanity."

The old man at the transformation stage stared, squeezed his sword fingers, and swung at the sword formation from the air. A golden long sword appeared out of thin air and shot straight into the sky.

The best spiritual weapon.

Jiang Ling could tell at a glance.

It seems that the other party's status is extraordinary, and he actually has a sword of the highest grade spiritual weapon.

"Clang clang clang..."

The long sword slashed on the sword array, making a dense metal trembling sound.

Thousands of swords were fired at once, and the impact produced was far beyond the old man's expectation. The flying sword he controlled was almost smashed several times, and it took a lot of effort to shatter the sword array.

However, Jiang Ling didn't give him a chance to breathe. With a big move, he recalled the scattered bronze light in the air to his side, and condensed it into a long bronze sword again.

"You surprised me. It should be the bronze sword that cast the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect. Very good, I want to order that sword!"

The greedy look in his eyes became more intense, and he stared at the bronze sword firmly.

"Shhhhhh."

His face was full of solemnity, with his palms up, and with a light lift, four flying swords appeared out of thin air, and the eyes of each flying sword were different.

It is actually a flying sword with 5 attributes of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and each one is a top-quality spiritual weapon.

Jiang Ling stared straight at him, this person is too extravagant, 5 top-grade spirit weapons are still a set, the combined power is probably infinitely close to that of a fairy weapon.

Under the control of the old man, the five flying swords circled in front of him, flew out suddenly, and shot at Jiangling.

"Bang." Jiang Ling held the sword in both hands, and split a flying sword with one sword.

At this time, several other flying swords also struck over, with the sound of piercing the air.

The old man in the transformation stage stood firmly in the distance, attacking with his sword in the air, as graceful as a sword fairy.

"Clang clang clang..."

Jiang Ling held a bronze sword in his hand, slashing up and down, sweeping and slashing vertically, the bronze sword seemed to come alive in his hand, the defense was impeccable and extremely aggressive.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded. If Jiang Ling's return to the clan of swords before was the art of killing, then the sword dance at this moment is the aesthetics of violence.

Every move contains a strong explosive power, every sword strike can knock the old man's flying sword away, it is extremely powerful.

Jiang Ling gradually got into the mood of fighting, and the fight was hearty. It had been a long time since he had fought so happily. The close combat with fists to the flesh detonated the hormones.

"What's going on." Less than 5 minutes into the battle, the old man's expression changed.

He was surprised to find that the battle had entered Jiangling's rhythm, and he couldn't control Feijian a little bit, feeling like he was being crushed and beaten.

"Break, break, break!"

Jiang Ling killed like crazy, roared three times, and knocked out 5 top-grade spiritual weapons at the same time.

Then he threw out the bronze sword, and at the same time jumped onto the sword body, using the impact of the flying sword to fly with the sword in disguise, and he was in front of the old man in an instant.

The other party was not mentally prepared at all, seeing Jiang Ling approaching him, he was a little flustered.

What Jianxiu fears most is being approached.

In the next second, the old man saw the indifferent smile on the corner of Jiang Ling's mouth, and immediately saw a flash of cold light.

He didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately burst out with the power of the transformation stage, and his figure retreated violently.

Even so, it was still too late, most of his neck was cut off, blood spurted wildly, and his head was about to fall to the ground.

"Very well, it's not bad that you can push me to this level."

Thoroughly enraged, he took out a bottle from his pocket and uncorked it.

Sensing the breath in the bottle, Jiang Ling suddenly felt an extreme crisis.

"Yi Tianjun has already told us that your only weakness is memory. This is a poisonous mist specially prepared for you. It penetrates into every hole and cannot be resisted."

There was a cruel smile on the old man's face: "Once these poisonous mist penetrate into your body, it will reverse your memory, completely mess up your memory, and let your consciousness be immersed in disordered memory forever."

"What a scheming." Jiang Ling said in a heavy tone.

The poisonous mist prepared by that mysterious force must be countless times more effective than Yi Tianjun's, otherwise he wouldn't be so confident.

"I didn't plan to use it at first. After all, such a precious thing can't be wasted casually. Now it seems that we all despise you, so let's go on the road with peace of mind."

The old man suddenly crushed the bottle, and the poisonous mist inside was invisible and colorless, and immediately floated in front of Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling's eyelids twitched wildly in shock, and he tried to block the poisonous mist with the bronze sword while backing away, but the poisonous mist actually penetrated the bronze sword directly.

"Wow."

At this moment, the onlookers were all in an uproar, they all saw that Jiang Ling was in danger.

not good!

His eyes shook, and he felt a great sense of crisis. The hairs all over his body stood on end. He didn't expect the other party to play this trick.

"Jiangling, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly hugged Jiang Ling, helping him block all the poisonous fog.

Jiang Ling was stunned for a moment, then looked intently, his face changed wildly.

It was Ye Qingrou!

He didn't expect Ye Qingrou to rush over suddenly, and he didn't react at all.

In the blink of an eye, all the mist was infused into her body.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Ling roared, his voice trembling.

"I don't allow others to hurt you." Ye Qingrou's voice was weak, her eyes quickly dimmed, and she fell into Jiang Ling's arms with a plop.

"No, don't do this." Jiang Ling's eyes were red.

At this time, Ye Qingrou's memory was disturbed by the poisonous mist, and there was a big reversal. The memory hidden in the depths of the soul was also broken, and it was spraying crazily...

Her vision was blurred, her consciousness was sinking, and she vaguely saw the unwilling figure when the thunder came, the man who was screaming at her.

It's him, Jiangling!
More than 200 years, 200 years!

A huge amount of memory was reversed, and different memories were quickly disrupted and fused. She didn't change anything on the surface, but her soul and will were undergoing earth-shaking changes.

"No, don't, wake up."

Jiang Ling roared nervously, and at the same time, a monstrous killing intent erupted from his body, a majestic blood mist permeated his body, and a huge phantom figure appeared behind him.

"You killed her, I'll cut you to pieces!" Jiang Ling looked up at the old man, with bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

"Snapped."

Suddenly, Jiang Ling's wrist was grasped.

Ok?
He froze for a moment, the murderous look on his face subsided slightly, and he looked down in surprise.

The woman in her arms slowly opened her eyes, and met his eyes with deep eyes:

"Jiang Ling, I kept you waiting."

(End of this chapter)