Mortal Bones

All along.

For the Hidden Sword Art.

Xu Taiping had two confusions in his heart -

"What's the use of hiding the sword?"

"How to draw the sword?"

If a sword can't defend itself; can't kill the enemy; can't show power, then what's the use of it?

If you completely forget about a sword, how can you pull it out?

At this moment, after recalling Uncle Jiu's words again, Xu Taiping finally understood.

The sword Uncle Jiu gave him.

It's not used to kill the enemy, not to show power.

It's to protect his dignity and his heart.

With this sword.

Even if the Nine Abyss Demon God wakes up, overturns the mountains and rivers, makes the gods and Buddhas annihilate, and makes the way of heaven collapse, and makes him kneel on the ground.

How dare he not kneel!

With this sword.

When he faces injustice, the humiliation of his relatives, the destruction of his country, and the suffering of all living beings.

He dared to stand up and resist, he dared to kill his enemies, he dared to fight in armor, he dared to lead all living beings out of the sea of ​​suffering!

As for how to draw the sword when you completely forget about this sword.

A pair of broken fists, a body full of holes, and a dried-up heart.

Of course, the most important thing is that even if he dies, there is still a reason to fight.

"Thank you, Uncle Jiu."

"Thank you, Master."

"This is the sword I want."

Xu Taiping's mouth moved a little, and he muttered to himself. Then he turned his head and looked at the dome of the Golden Scale Pool. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he continued:

"Thanks to this sword, I can fight for Senior Sister Qingxiao of Qifeng Linglong, for Qingxuan, and for you, Master."

After saying this, he turned his head and looked at the third prince Chu Yinan who was hidden in the skylight and sword shadow above.

At the same time, he raised his hand holding the sword finger tremblingly a few points.

"Zheng!..."

Amidst the sharp sound of the sword, the sword energy around Xu Taiping grew several times stronger again, rising up into the sky.

"Bang!"

Amidst the huge collision sound, Xu Taiping's sword energy, which was about to be suppressed by the Sky Shadow Sword, suddenly surged, and once again pushed back the sky-filled sword shadows.

Looking from afar.

The sword energy around Xu Taiping was like a golden pillar, trying its best to support the world that was about to collapse.

"The sword in my heart has been pulled out, and it's time to let the sword in the sheath come out."

The corners of Xu Taiping's dry mouth moved again, and then he gently patted the iron gourd on his waist with his other hand, and then used the strength he had finally gathered to say loudly:

"Rusty Lion!..."

"Zheng!"

As soon as the voice fell, the iron gourd on his waist trembled suddenly, and a sword sound like a lion's roar exploded.

At the same time, a terrifying aura of oppression spread from Xu Taiping on the Golden Scale Platform.

This breath was like the sleeping ancient beast that suddenly woke up.

"Boom!"

Immediately, with a sound of breaking through the air with the sound of metal and stone trembling, a ray of sword light flew out from the iron gourd on Xu Taiping's waist and finally settled in front of Xu Taiping.

This sword light was the flying sword that Uncle Jiu gave to Xu Taiping - the Rusty Lion.

However, the Rusty Lion at this time was still covered with rust and looked like a piece of scrap iron.

"Old friend, how about we write your favorite article today?"

Xu Taiping reached out and held the rusty Rusty Lion.

The Rusty Lion then made a cheerful trembling sound.

It seemed to like Xu Taiping's suggestion very much.

And at the moment when Xu Taiping held the Rusty Lion, the rust on the Rusty Lion began to peel off at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the smooth sword body and the majestic aura hidden in the sword.

"Boom!"

As this great energy rushed into the sky.

The sword in Xu Taiping's heart merged with the sword in the sheath.

At this moment, he was like a sword standing on the Golden Scale Platform, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the skylight sword shadow above his head.

"Bang!"

In the explosion of the sword energy collision, the skylight sword shadow that originally poured down like sunlight was automatically separated by the part pointed by Xu Taiping's sword tip.

It was like a river that encountered a high mountain and had to be divided into two.

Seeing this scene, the Golden Scale Pool stand once again rang with exclamations.

"Brother Taiping, you are really polite. On that day in Tianhai Pass, you actually hid such a good sword and didn't use it."

Even Zhang Tianze's eyes lit up at this time, no longer as lazy as before.

"Amitabha, on that day in the Pilu Temple, Taiping donor did not use this sword."

The abbot of the Pilu Temple was also very surprised.

Not only him, but even the seventh princess Chu Tiancheng and others were very surprised.

Wondering why Xu Taiping didn't draw his sword just now and waited until now.

Among the crowd, only the little sister Lu Rushuang's face was not puzzled but excited.

"Yes, this is my brother's sword!"

"This is also the sword that my brother has been looking for!"

Lu Rushuang muttered to herself in a daze.

Until now, she still often remembers the scenes when Brother Jianjiu talked about this set of swordsmanship.

"Little sister, the sword your brother is looking for is a sword that makes the cultivator hold it, and he will not kneel when he meets the evil, the demon, the gods and Buddhas, and dare to fight against injustice, unfairness, and the way of heaven!"

Recalling Brother Jianjiu's words, and looking at Xu Taiping's straight figure holding the sword pointing directly to the sky.

Lu Rushuang suddenly burst into tears.

Having recognized the Rusty Lion and Xu Taiping's swordsmanship, she understood better than anyone else what kind of belief Xu Taiping held when wielding the sword.

"Taiping, ring your sword and let the monks in the five directions have a look."

"Even if I am limited by the way of heaven, I, Zhenwutian, and I, Qingxuanzong, still have the sharpest swords in the five directions of the world!"

Lu Rushuang suddenly stood up a bit glumly.

"Zheng!"

At exactly this moment, Xu Taiping, who was holding the sword, flicked his wrist, and a sword cry with awe-inspiring meaning, like the chanting sound from an ancient immortal, resounded through the Golden Scale Pond.

Immediately, a line of simple words appeared in the sky above the Golden Scale Platform along with Xu Taiping's trembling sword tip——

"The drums are weak and the strength is exhausted, the arrows are exhausted and the strings are broken, the white blades are crossed and the swords are broken, the two armies are frowning and fighting for life and death."