Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Li Guanqi sat cross-legged on the altar, his entire being entering a mysterious state.

The sword intent within his body was uncontrollably released, yet he felt nothing.

It was as if his own sword intent had been forcibly stripped away by some powerful and mysterious force.

What Li Guanqi didn't know was that this force was actually just a guide.

As for how powerful a sword intent a cultivator could release, it was also greatly related to the cultivator themselves.

And someone like Li Guanqi, who had almost materialized his sword soul into a tangible form, was almost unheard of by Qin Gang.

A flicker of fear flashed across Qin Gang's aged face.

His gaze was now fixed solely on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

He could sense a figure on the summit.

But he dared not look up!!!

The old man's face was pale, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

An inexplicable pressure subtly spread out from the altar.

This kind of pressure...

Even he felt fear.

So much so that Qin Gang stood below the stage, slightly lowering his head, not daring to move his gaze upwards to touch that figure in red.

At the same time.

Outside the Sword Pavilion, near the meditation platform, the sword coffin that had been gathering dust suddenly trembled slightly.

It was as if some kind of power had been forcibly awakened!!

At this moment, the Blood Nether Sword, which had been hiding in the cracks of the stones, flew out.

Trembling, it slowly pressed its blade against the ground to show its submission.

The Red Lotus Sword was the same, with a touch of scarlet light blooming from its tip.

This power made the Blood Nether Sword's sword spirit tremble in fear.

Pi Ritian was awakened from his cultivation in shock, kneeling on the ground and trembling, his pupils violently shaking.

Peng Luo pulled Pi Ritian over and carefully sat him down on the ground, pressing his head down to bow respectfully towards the depths of the void.

"Lower your head! Be respectful!!"

"The one inside is the existence I told you about, that you must never provoke!"

"Keep your smart mouth and petty thoughts in check! Otherwise, you'll die without even knowing how, and I won't be able to save you!!"

Pi Ritian nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, this power was like the might of heaven to him.

How could he dare to act presumptuously?

In the depths of the sword coffin, the eyelashes of the woman wrapped in countless spiritual lights trembled slightly.

A gorgeous red dress, hair styled in a high bun, delicate features, a high nose bridge, pearly teeth, and red lips.

The woman's eyes opened slightly, and everything within the sword coffin seemed to be frozen.

The sleeping sword spirit slowly rose, her eyes moved slightly, and a beautiful arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, her eyes curving into a smile.

"So you've reached this stage so quickly..."

Her eyes lowered, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her jade fingers, then raised her eyes to look into the void.

As if seeing the youth sitting cross-legged on the altar.

Looking at the youth's face, which had gained a bit of weathering, the sword spirit stared blankly for a few breaths.

"Three years."

"It must have been hard..."

After a long silence, even Qin Gang below the stage felt a little surprised.

He wondered why there had been no movement on the altar for so long.

In the void, the sword spirit seemed to have made some kind of determination.

A nimble and gentle voice slowly rang out in the void.

"Since you want to face me directly, then go and understand me..."

Boom!!!

A powerful aura erupted, blasting Qin Gang back over a hundred feet!!

The entire altar, along with the martial arts stage, had now turned into a vast sea of blood!!

The illusion almost materialized, and blood fell from the stage onto the ground of the Sword Pavilion.

Qin Gang's face changed drastically, and the moment he looked up, his head felt like it had been struck by a heavy blow.

His raised head slammed downwards!!

If the old man could look up, he would definitely see the figure on the mountain of corpses slowly turning its head.

Under the powerful coercion, Qin Gang found it difficult to breathe, even though he had tried his best to suppress the unease in his heart.

But he still slowly retreated from the Sword Pavilion!!

Creak!

The moment the Sword Pavilion's gate closed, the surrounding pressure instantly dissipated.

The old man clenched the doorknob tightly with both hands, sweat pouring down his forehead like rain, and his lips were devoid of any color.

"What... what kind of existence is that!!"

After hesitating for a long time, Qin Gang still didn't leave.

He sat down slowly cross-legged, with his back facing the gate of the Sword Pavilion.

His divine sense slightly spread out, enveloping the entire Sky Sword Peak.

On the one hand, it was to conceal his aura, and on the other hand, it was to protect Li Guanqi.

He wasn't sure if this face-to-face confrontation with the sword soul would be dangerous.

Li Guanqi's consciousness was surrounded by darkness.

He didn't know how long had passed when he suddenly heard the sound of dripping.

Gradually, a touch of scarlet appeared in the dark world.

And beneath his feet was a bottomless sea of blood.

And the sound of raindrops falling was actually a torrential downpour of blood rain!!

Li Guanqi's heart trembled, this scene...

His gaze eagerly searched for that familiar figure.

Looking around, Li Guanqi suddenly stopped and looked at the towering mountain of corpses in the distance.

Beside him were weapons scattered on the sea of blood.

How similar was this scene to when he first opened his ruins?

The only difference was that in his world back then, there were only weapons.

That small mountain was also piled up with weapons, and at the very top was not the sword spirit, but the sword spirit's main body projection.

When he saw that figure in the red dress, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"Sword..."

Dong!!!!

Several blood-colored sword lights descended from the sky, landing directly an inch in front of Li Guanqi!

Boom!!

A violent explosion sounded, and the sea of blood was blasted open, creating a blood-colored waterfall.

Li Guanqi retreated violently, stepping on the sea of blood and suddenly looking up!!

Only then did he realize that the sword spirit in front of him now had somewhat empty eyes, with a look of indifference.

Li Guanqi suddenly realized that the sword spirit in front of him was not his main body from the sword coffin.

The other party was merely his sword soul's true form!!

The sword soul's main body slowly rose, its eyes filled with disdain.

This scene made Li Guanqi slightly stunned.

The other party's eyes... how similar were they to when he first met the sword spirit?

Cold, arrogant, and with eyes that looked down on all living things!

The earth and sky shook, the sea of blood surged, and a thick, bloody smell assaulted his face.

His mouth and nose were filled with a bloody smell that made him want to vomit.

Even though Li Guanqi had done his fair share of slaughtering sects and exterminating clans.

He still felt a little uncomfortable smelling such a strong bloody smell.

However, at this moment, when Li Guanqi's gaze focused on the sword soul's body, his expression turned stern.

Because he discovered that the sword soul's main body had countless dense knife and sword wounds.

And the reason why she was sitting on that mountain of corpses was because she simply had no strength to get up!!

Her back was leaning against a broken sword, like a general fighting to the very end, vowing not to retreat.

And the reason why her eyes were sharp was to deter powerful enemies!!

Li Guanqi's chest rose and fell slightly, he took a deep breath, retreated a hundred feet, and slowly sat down.

Li Guanqi completely opened his mind, attempting to sense the other party.

But in just an instant, Li Guanqi's consciousness was instantly shattered by a powerful force!!