Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

"Clan leader, what's going on?" Zhang Meng asked in confusion.

"Back then, the old clan leader was seriously injured by a second-level monster and didn't have much time left, so he let the two of us decide who would be the next clan leader based on our sword skills. I lost that battle." Zhang Yuhuai closed his eyes tightly, his face showing a painful look.

"Old oily head, why did you give up back then?" Zhang Xuan asked the old oily head leaning on the chair again.

The old oily head picked up the gourd, filled a pot of wine, and said leisurely: "The position of clan leader is shit, I don't want it."

"Zhang Jianqiu, don't be so quick to talk. The reason why you gave up the position of clan leader back then was because you were hanging out with that transformed demon girl. The old clan leader asked you to choose one of the two, either accept the position of clan leader and kill the demon girl, or give up the position of clan leader." The third clan elder Zhang Yujue said.

When the old oily man heard this, he stood up from his chair and pointed at Zhang Yujue and cursed: "You are not allowed to call her a witch! If your father was not the old patriarch, how could you be favored by the family, have elixirs piled up to build your foundation, and become the third elder of the clan?"

"You... bastard!" Zhang Yujue seemed to be poked in the sore spot, and drew his sword to kill the old oily man.

Zhang Meng on the side quickly pulled him back.

"What do you want?" Zhang Yuhuai looked at the old oily man and asked.

"I want my father, my mother, my brother, and her to come back alive. Can you do it?"

Zhang Yuhuai was silent for a while.

"The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, the road is yours, you were young before, but now you are old, can't you figure it out?" Zhang Yujue said sarcastically.

The old oily man was not angry this time, he took a sip of wine leisurely, and said to Zhang Yuhuai in front of him: "I just want a fight!"

"Just a fight?!"

The people around, including Zhang Xuan, were all shocked.

Zhang Jianqiu's Dantian was broken, and he was only at the first level of Qi Refining, but he dared to challenge the late stage of foundation building.

However, thinking that he was already over 70 years old, he would not live for many years.

Challenging his former opponent was just to fulfill his dying wish.

This was the paranoia of a swordsman.

Thinking of this, everyone understood.

"As you wish, draw your sword!" Zhang Yuhuai took out the Worry-free Sword directly.

"Hehe... I didn't expect that the Worry-free Sword of Zhang Xing, the ancestor, would fall into your hands. One point of murderous aura, three points of spiritual energy, and six points of worry-free, what a pity!" The old oily head said after taking a sip of wine.

"Zhang Jianqiu, you are the opponent that I, Zhang Yuhuai, respect the most in my life. I will not hold back on this sword, just hope you can be at ease." Zhang Yuhuai said solemnly.

"Come on, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

The old oily head hunched over and pulled out a sword covered with cracks and scars.

This sword was actually a low-grade magic weapon.

Even if you are at the early stage of Qi Refining, you will find it shabby.

The old oily-headed man cherished the sword very much. He even wrapped the hilt with a rag. There were many wine stains on the rag. It was obvious that he had used it for many years.

"Back then, because I gave up the position of the clan leader, the Qiang branch was completely destroyed. What my father said to me before his death was: I don't blame you, you have your own way, the family should not be a burden to you, it's my fault..."

The old oily-headed man muttered to himself like a nightmare.

He held a broken sword in his hand, staggered, and walked towards Zhang Yuhuai step by step.

Zhang Yuhuai's eyes were bloodshot and he roared: "Thousands of sword shadows!"

The worry-free sword turned into thousands of sword shadows and stabbed at a thin body.

Each sword shadow was equivalent to a fatal blow for a foundation-building cultivator.

The entire restaurant was broken into pieces under the thousands of sword shadows.

The surrounding clan elders were busy using their protective aura to protect the descendants of Qiang branch.

Zhang Xuan also took out the Xingsui Xianlong Ding to block the remaining power of the sword shadows.

The old oily-head held the broken sword in his hand, without dodging or evading.

"Sword spirit possessed!"

The aura on the old oily-head's body quickly faded.

But the broken sword in his hand, step by step.

From a low-grade magic weapon, it was upgraded to a high-grade magic weapon.

And from a high-grade magic weapon, it broke through the level to a spiritual weapon.

Low-grade spiritual weapon.

Middle-grade spiritual weapon.

High-grade spiritual weapon.

The power of the spiritual sword is still increasing.

The surrounding light is thousands of feet, and the sword is circling.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, this broken low-grade magic weapon was actually upgraded to a magic weapon.

Magic weapons have already surpassed the scope of ordinary spiritual weapons, and can even breed a certain spirituality.

As soon as this sword came out.

The surrounding sword shadows fell one by one.

"Ah?" Zhang Yuhuai was also surprised at this time.

I still remember that in the sword duel fifty years ago, the sword spirit possessed by Zhang Jianqiu's understanding made the low-grade magic weapon upgraded to the level of a high-grade magic weapon.

Now, Zhang Jianqiu is only at the first level of Qi Refining, but he is using the sword spirit to perfection, and he can even upgrade the low-grade magic weapon in his hand to a magic weapon.

"What about the magic weapon? The key is the sword holder!"

Zhang Yuhuai snorted coldly, holding the Worry-Free Sword, and slashed it down with one sword.

Another huge sword shadow stood tall, and within a few hundred feet, the houses were shattered into dust under the pressure of the sword shadow.

Even Zhang Jianqiu's tattered clothes were broken into pieces.

"Dang——"

The huge sword shadow slashed the sword in Zhang Jianqiu's hand.

A galaxy of sword energy extended to the center of the lake.

"Hua..."

The lake burst its banks, and the green waves were vast.

Except for the sword shadows, the elders could not see anything at this time.

The terrifying sword shadows filled the entire market.

Sword marks appeared on the bodies of people around, and wailing sounds rang out all around.

Zhang Xuan was surprised to find a faint remnant of the sword.

"He actually produced the residual rhyme of Kendo?!"

Henry Zhang was surprised at first, and then happy.

He randomly awakens the Twelve Heavenly Sound Diagrams.

The huge one-horned phantom woke up, saw a vague remnant of swordsmanship in front of him, and closed his eyes again.

"Don't bother me. No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. Why do you still dislike it?" Henry Zhang's consciousness kept hitting the one-horned phantom.

Dujiao Si Xuying opened his eyes again, reluctantly absorbing the remaining charm of the sword.

[Name: Twelve Tianyin Pictures]

[Level: Proficient (3/10)]

[Function: Capture a trace of the remaining charm of the great avenue of casting soldiers, and generate 1 point of Tianyin. You can use 1 point of Tianyin to 100% understand the first level of weapon-casting skills. 】

Henry Zhang was puzzled: "Didn't the Twelve Heavenly Sound Tu absorb the residual rhyme of the sword? How come it became a weapon maker?"

He immediately thought that this trace of the remaining charm of the avenue came from the magic weapon that the old oil man upgraded, and it could be regarded as related to the casting of weapons.

As for the Thousand Shadows of the Sword or the Possession of the Sword Soul, such sword skills should only be understood from the sword wall.

This is also a coincidence. The collision of swordsmanship with the same roots and ancestors gave rise to this vague residual charm of the Tao.

If it were another fight, even two Yuanying old monsters might not be able to defeat Dao Can Yun.

"That's fine. In the case of Forging Soldiers, although there are treasure trees to condense spiritual weapons, there are many restrictions after all, and they are not under my own control. After all, there is a layer between them."

Henry Zhang directly used this bit of Tianyin to understand the forging of weapons.

A sound from the sky floated over, turning into mysterious military patterns and pouring into his sea of ​​energy.

A line of text appears.

[Tian Yin enters the sea and can 100% refine a first-level low-grade magic weapon. 】

An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Henry Zhang's mouth.