Nine Turns Sword God

"No, don't!"

Just as Chen Haotian asked for a detour, Chu Shaoyang burst out with an amazing force.

The immortal energy was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing Chen Haotian's eyebrows and directly into his brain!

Chen Haotian trembled, and then fell to the ground, no longer breathing.

"Dead, dead?"

Bai Yue's pupils dilated, and her voice was trembling.

"Just one finger killed the hall master?"

"What realm is he in?"

As soon as Chen Haotian died, the warriors of the Blood Robe Hall were leaderless and fled in all directions.

Chu Shaoyang did not chase him. After putting away the demon core, he took off Chen Haotian's storage ring.

When he opened it, there was a sword jade inside, emitting a strong sword intent.

It seemed to point to a certain direction.

Chu Shaoyang followed the guidance of the sword jade, came to a waterfall, and went straight through.

Behind it was an extremely open cave, which seemed to be the place where a strong man practiced.

On the wall, there were dense sword marks, and some sword intent still remained.

A skeleton leaned against the wall, sitting cross-legged and practicing.

On his legs, there was a red long sword and a scroll.

Just as he was about to approach, a red shadow emerged from the red long sword.

It turned into a red fire lotus, and a shadow in the shape of a child sat cross-legged in the middle of the fire lotus.

The sword intent roared, trying to suppress Chu Shaoyang!

"Sword spirit!"

Chu Shaoyang was overjoyed!

This child-like shadow was the sword spirit of this sword.

However, the sword spirit was just formed, with only simple intelligence and unable to communicate with people.

Chu Shaoyang activated the Yanghua sword intent and probed towards the sword spirit.

The sword spirit sensed his sword intent and showed a surprised expression, and the sword intent on his body faded a lot.

Then, it turned into a stream of light, rolled up the scroll, and flew in front of Chu Shaoyang.

Chu Shaoyang opened the scroll.

On the scroll, there were vigorous and powerful handwriting.

"My name is Yan Chilian, and I am known as the Red Lotus Sword Saint. I have studied swordsmanship for three hundred years and finally reached the level of sword mind."

"However, the deadline is approaching. I am unwilling to let my lifelong learning disappear in the world, so I leave my inheritance here."

"Only sword cultivators who have reached the initial stage of sword heart can be recognized by the sword spirit and obtain this inheritance."

Chu Shaoyang suddenly realized.

Just now, it was his sword will that was recognized by the sword spirit, so he was given this scroll.

He reached out and picked up the red long sword.

When he took it in his hand, the long sword gave off a strange temperature, which was very hot!

Red fire burned fiercely, gushing out from the sword, turning into red fire lotuses, surrounding the sword body.

Chu Shaoyang could sense that each fire lotus was the power of the sword spirit.

Moving with the sword will, a full-strength attack can even match the full-strength attack of the peak of the fourth level of the True Martial Realm!

"It is indeed a ninth-grade spiritual weapon with a weapon spirit!"

"This power is 50% higher than that of an ordinary ninth-grade spiritual weapon!"

Chu Shaoyang stroked the sword and found three big characters engraved on the hilt.

Red Lotus Sword!

He sat cross-legged and summoned the sword spirit with his own sword intent.

The sword spirit sat cross-legged on the fire lotus, curiously looking at its new master.

Chu Shaoyang smiled faintly and continued to nourish the sword spirit with sword intent.

A spiritual weapon with a weapon spirit needs to be recognized by the weapon spirit before it can be used.

Yanghua sword intent is only slightly inferior to the sword intent of this sword.

After a whole night, when the sun rose.

The sword spirit happily danced around Chu Shaoyang, as if acknowledging its new master.

Then, it entered the Red Lotus Sword and disappeared.

Chu Shaoyang stood up and waved the Red Lotus Sword, drawing red sword lights.

The power of the sword spirit surged out of the sword.

The sword gave off a red light, condensing into fire lotuses, surrounding Chu Shaoyang.

A sword thrust out!

The flame lotus surrounded the long sword, slashing out a flame sword energy, leaving a hideous sword mark directly on the mountain wall!

This move is called Lotus Blooming All Over the Sky.

It is a move that uses the power of the sword spirit and cooperates with one's own sword intent.

It has the power to kill the peak of the fourth level of the True Martial Realm!

"It's really a good sword!"

He laughed heartily.

Lotus Blooming All Over the Sky is good, but it is still far inferior to the sword manual of Wuya Sword Master.

Now that he has a ninth-grade spiritual weapon, he only needs the sword manual!

He walked out of the cave, walked in the air, and came to the place he had agreed with Shangguan Zihao first.

This is a deep canyon, a desolate place, and no grass or trees can be seen.

There are only a few people sitting cross-legged in various corners.

Seeing Chu Shaoyang appear, a few people just glanced at him and looked away with disdain.

In their opinion, a mere first-level Zhenwu Realm dared to come here, just to die.

Chu Shaoyang ignored it, chose a secluded corner, sat cross-legged, and waited for Shangguan Zihao to appear.

Within an hour, hundreds of warriors came from the air and gathered here.

The originally quiet canyon suddenly became lively.

"Yang Jie, you are here too?"

"Oh, isn't this Guo Ziyi?"

"Your Guo family also wants to get a piece of the pie?"

"Look at what you said, aren't you Yang family also coming for the sword manual of Wuya Sword Master?"

Chu Shaoyang slowly opened his eyes and looked at the people who were talking.

Yang Jie, the eldest son of the Yang family, a thousand-year-old ancient family in Guodu.

And Guo Ziyi, the young master of the same thousand-year-old ancient family, the forces of the two families are evenly matched.

"People from Guodu are here too."

Chu Shaoyang frowned slightly.

Most of the people here are from Guodu, who came for the sword manual of Wuya Sword Master.

Their strength is far stronger than that of the warriors of Baicheng.

It's not easy to get the sword manual from these people.

At this moment, an eagle cry sounded in the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a pitch-black giant eagle circling in the sky and landing in the center.

On the giant eagle was a young man in black with a strange breath.

"It's the young master of the Ghost King Hall, Dongfang Yi!"

A cry came from the crowd.

Many people hurriedly stepped aside, as if they were afraid of Dongfang Yi.

"The cultivation method of the Ghost King Hall can devour monsters alive, and even the power of other warriors, leaving no bones!"

"Stay away from him!"

A cold color flashed in Chu Shaoyang's eyes.

What is the difference between the method of devouring other people's power and the evil method?

Ye Qingfeng will definitely die if she marries such a person!

"Look at what you are afraid of!"

Dongfang Yi sneered: "I eat people, but I don't eat trash."

Everyone was stunned and angry.

But when they thought of Dongfang Yi's identity, they could only hold back their anger.

Seeing that everyone was scared, Dongfang Yi snorted coldly: "Trash is trash, and dare not talk back when scolded."

He sat cross-legged on the giant eagle, as if waiting for someone.

Soon, an old man with a white beard came in the air.

"Master Dongfang, I've kept you waiting for a long time."

The old man was dressed in white and had a silver long sword on his waist.

The sword was awe-inspiring, obviously a sword cultivator.

"Old Bai, you are finally here."

Dongfang Yi pointed at the people around him and asked with a smile: "Look, among these people, are there any opponents for you?"

Old Bai swept his eyes, and the sword in his body roared up, covering the entire canyon!

The sword heart is initially formed, and the great level is achieved!

Everyone was suppressed by his sword intent and couldn't raise their heads.

Bai Lao suddenly put away his sword intent and smiled lightly: "You can't even withstand my sword intent, you are really a waste."

"The sword manual of Wu Ya Jian Zun will only belong to me!"

"Very good!"

Dongfang Yi laughed loudly, and then looked at everyone with contempt: "Now I'll give you a chance."

"Get out of my sight within three breaths, and I'll spare your life."

Everyone was angry.

But the sword intent of the old man in white was far above everyone else.

In fact, his strength is the sixth level of the Zhenwu realm. Even if they join forces, they are not opponents!

Dongfang Yi folded his arms and watched the show, watching a group of warriors leave the canyon cursing, and he was very proud.

Soon, the three breaths were up.

There are still many warriors left here, obviously not wanting to give up this opportunity.

Dongfang Yi swept his eyes and fell on Chu Shaoyang.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

"You kid, look familiar!"