Kendo Venom

Chapter 1728 Hidden Sword Pavilion

The upper plane, the top of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

From a distance, the location of the hidden sword pavilion is an ordinary place on the top of a mountain, and there are no gorgeous decorations around it, and there is no trace of a cultivator.

Only when you are really approaching, can you feel the terrifying sword intent emanating from the hall. Countless sword intents converge into one and go straight to the sky. The sword is so strong that no matter who flies close, it needs to land. Walk forward.

In the hall of Hidden Sword Pavilion, there are only a few dozen cultivators.

The leader is a gray-haired old man, a bald boy on both sides, and a sloppy middle-aged man with a beard.

The rest are all young kendo practitioners.

Right above the main hall, the sword array is in motion. No matter who approaches at this moment, as long as they are not from the hidden sword pavilion, they will be instantly suppressed and killed.

At the back of the main hall, there are countless wooden plaques, all of which are densely packed with the names of swords. Some swords are enshrined here, and most of them only leave a name.

No matter what, the sacrificial sword in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion is indeed unique in this world.

At this moment, the gray-haired old man moved away from the bald boy expressionlessly, and looked at the bearded middle-aged man next to him. After thinking about it, he asked, "What's your idea, brother?"

"What's your idea? Sleep when you're full, work when you wake up, eat when you're done, and then go to sleep, it's as simple as that." The middle-aged bearded man talked a lot more than when he was cleaning the mountain trails, but he didn't say a word. It was as decadent as it seemed at the beginning.

The bald boy at the side touched his head, nodded and said in agreement: "Senior brother is right, the fun of life is eating, drinking and sleeping. We shouldn't care about things, what should we care about so much?"

The gray-haired old man sighed helplessly, and said: "Back then we owed several favors to several families for the sacrifice of the sword. At that time, senior brother no longer cared about all the big and small things in the pavilion, and I was in charge of all the power. This is what I signed back then. Make a few promises."

The middle-aged bearded man pointed a single point, and all the black and white words in the gray-haired old man's hand floated over.

He lowered his head and read carefully:
"The Cangjian Pavilion owes the Fanfeng Kingdom of the Western Regions a hundred pieces of cloth?"

"The Cangjian Pavilion owes the Purple Vault Realm three favors..."

"The Cangjian Pavilion owes Lingshen Realm five sword strikes today?"

The rest, the bearded middle-aged man didn't want to look at it anymore, he folded the paper and put it away, looked at the gray-haired old man with a normal face, and asked, "Why did you sign these things?"

The gray-haired old man sighed: "If you don't sign, brother thinks how we got the opportunity to sacrifice the sword back then, and there are several other companies... If we didn't pay a certain price, we would not let us sacrifice the sword at all."

The bald boy asked at this moment: "What did they say?"

"It is said that the sword sacrifice will also affect their luck. If they say that they do not pay a price, they will never agree. But the sword sacrifice is a major event that must be persisted in our pavilion for thousands of years. Even if we pay some price, we must Go ahead."

The bearded middle-aged man nodded, what did he think of, and asked: "Those people have been visiting recently, just to repay favors?"

"What did they say, do they want us to make some sword strikes, or help find someone? Or build a few retreat palaces for them?"

The bald boy couldn't help but think about it: "Or, they want to marry us, so they are asking if we have a suitable candidate?"

The gray-haired old man couldn't help laughing and said: "It's not that simple. If you really want to get married, it's really a good thing, but unfortunately it's not."

"What's that?" The bald boy couldn't figure it out.

For a sword cultivator like him who has never left the Hidden Sword Pavilion for hundreds of years, he doesn't know anything about the outside world, and no matter what happens, it is almost impossible to spread it here.

The only way for him to understand the outside world is through the mouths of those disciples who often go out to collect their swords and sacrifice swords. Only then can he understand the outside world and some major events that have happened recently.

"It's the same thing as last time." The gray-haired old man whispered.

Hearing this sentence, the middle-aged bearded man frowned immediately: "We must use the sword?"

"This time, it's not just a few companies, but almost [-]% of the forces on the upper plane are trying their best to invite us to take action."

The middle-aged Hu Zha said: "Then tell them, Cangjian Pavilion doesn't care about these things, if you really want to ask someone for help, you can go to Nishengu, anyway, they should send an envoy soon, most likely they will intervene in the Night Demon Clan It's over."

"It's different after all..." the gray-haired old man smiled helplessly.

In the minds of the world, they still trust Hidden Sword Pavilion more. If they encounter some problems, they will stand by Hidden Sword Pavilion without hesitation.

As for Nishen Valley, not only because of its mystery, but also because of Nishen Valley's selfish ambitions and some past actions, many forces do not want to associate with them at all.

Once encountering this kind of thing, the first thing they think of is Hidden Sword Pavilion.

But if they were to seek help from Nishengu, it would be more difficult than ascending to heaven.

It was precisely because of this thought that the bald boy tentatively asked, "Why don't you go out and show yourself this time, brother?"

"It's been so many years anyway, the oath should have passed..."

The bearded middle-aged man remained expressionless, and said: "An oath is an oath, and the oath is always in my heart. No matter how many years have passed, the world can forget it, but I must know it in my heart."

"Since I promised not to touch the sword again, then I will not touch the sword. You can go, but I will never leave the Hidden Sword Pavilion."

In the main hall, apart from the gray-haired old man and the bald boy, there were only a dozen or so elite disciples of the Cangjian Pavilion left with regret.

For so many years, apart from seeing the senior brother save someone once, they really don't know what will happen once the senior brother holds the sword.

While talking, the outside sky suddenly changed. It was originally a clear sky in daytime, but in a blink of an eye, it was covered with dark clouds, and the sky completely darkened.

The gray-haired old man got up suddenly and walked to the front of the hall.

After looking at it for a long time, he wiped off his cold sweat and said, "Fortunately, the night demons are not recovering, otherwise, the world will be in trouble."

"The World Extinguishing Demon Mist... also has a big impact."

The bald boy also stood up, walked to the front of the hall, looked suspiciously at the gloomy sky outside and the misty air in the distance, and asked, "Magic fog?"

"It's also related to the Night Demons, which are eroding the upper plane all the time. Fortunately, because our upper plane is guarded by several powerful enchantments, otherwise our place should also be swallowed."

The bald boy asked thoughtfully, "How can the crisis be resolved?"

"It may be very difficult." The gray-haired old man did not forget to glance at his senior brother, then shook his head and sighed helplessly.

The bald boy thought for a long time, and finally said: "Why don't you let me go out and have a look?"

"No, if senior brother doesn't go out, I can't leave the Hidden Sword Pavilion now, and you can't. If the three of us are not here, the Hidden Sword Pavilion will definitely be hit."

"Then what should we do?" the bald boy asked eagerly as he pulled out a branch hanging from his waist, shook it slightly, and it turned into a unique spirit sword.

(End of this chapter)