Nine Turns Sword God

The warriors in the city were all startled by the sudden thunder.

"What's going on?"

"Look over there, someone seems to have caused a thunderstorm!"

Everyone looked towards the direction where the thunder calamity fell.

"Go and have a look, maybe it was caused by a breakthrough from some hidden powerhouse!"

A group of warriors jumped into the air and rushed towards the direction where the thunder calamity fell.

At the same time, the sky was filled with thunder.

Chu Shaoyang and the monster bathed in the thunder together, roaring at the same time.

The power of the Divine Thunder Sword can kill the fifth level peak of the Saint King Realm, and it has the ability to restrain evil objects.

The monster roared in pain, its flesh and blood being destroyed by the lightning until it was invisible.

Chu Shaoyang's body was covered with silver lightning, and his clothes were torn.

The thunder struck him hard like a long whip, leaving countless deep blood marks.

pain!

Heartbreaking!

Not only that, the power of thunder poured into the sea of ​​consciousness and touched the soul.

The soul is the most vulnerable part of a warrior. Being attacked by thunder is like the pain of tearing the soul, which is unbearable.

Chu Shaoyang looked up to the sky and screamed in pain, but he was still bathed in the thunder light and never retreated.

The sword intention flows and merges with the thunder in the body.

With his body as the center, it turned into a huge vortex, wildly devouring the spiritual energy around him.

His aura continued to rise, and in an instant he had broken through to the twelfth level of the True Martial Realm!

The sixth holy pattern condensed instantly!

At the same time, a translucent spirit body the size of a thumb gradually condensed in his mind.

Brilliant as a diamond, clear and transparent, but containing extremely terrifying fluctuations of sword intent.

The true soul of swordsmanship!

When the true soul was completely condensed, the pain all over my body disappeared.

An unprecedented sense of clarity permeates the whole body.

"Beyond the heart of the Supreme Sword are the Three Absolute Swords."

"The three realms of Heart Sword, Intention Sword, and Divine Sword can only be touched by those with great luck."

"Now that my true soul has condensed, I have stepped into the level of the Heart Sword and control the sword with my heart!"

Chu Shaoyang pointed his sword at the same time and suddenly pointed it out.

The Longming Sword flew out in the direction of his finger, penetrated the sky, and flew a hundred meters away before landing.

"With a sword running a hundred meters, you can kill anything you see!"

"This is the power of the Heart Sword!"

Chu Shaoyang was ecstatic.

Sword control is a manifestation of mastery of swordsmanship.

The speed is faster than the body method, the lethality is stronger, and it can be controlled at will.

Within a hundred meters, everything you see can be killed instantly!

Both of them have advanced to the realm of Sword Intention, and they have also cultivated the Divine Thunder Sword to perfection.

Now it can be used up to three times in a row without any backlash.

At this moment, countless auras rushed to this place.

Chu Shaoyang frowned slightly, took out a black suit and put on it, then stepped into the air.

"Why did the vision disappear?"

The warriors who came after hearing the news looked puzzled.

Looking around, he saw only Chu Shaoyang.

A sword cultivator raised his hand and said, "This little friend, has you ever seen the senior who caused the vision?"

Everyone agreed and were even willing to exchange treasures.

Chu Shaoyang smiled lightly: "The vision just now was just a small movement caused by me while practicing."

Everyone was immediately stunned.

"Thunder comes from the sky, you tell me it's a small movement?"

"Brother, stop joking, you must have a close relationship with that senior."

"If the senior doesn't want to show up, we won't force him. We just want to know the name of the senior."

Chu Shaoyang laughed loudly: "I just said it, if you don't believe it, you can come back here in three days."

"I, Jiange, have been hiding in the world for many years. This time I lead my disciples out of the mountain. I will use this place as the mountain gate. The mountain will be opened in three days. Everyone is welcome to worship the mountain!"

Everyone looked at Chu Shaoyang in disbelief.

This kid in front of me is actually the master of a force?

The words "sheltered from the world for many years" immediately caused an uproar among the crowd!

"By the way, I met him at Wenyue Auction House!"

"He is the master of the Jiange Pavilion, the disciple of a certain hidden powerhouse!"

"Clan Chief Sun offended him and was directly expelled by Old Man Tiandan, and threatened not to step foot into the auction house."

"Even the famous Zhi Po will come here in three days to pay a visit to the Pavilion Master."

The warriors who had not believed it before all showed extremely shocked expressions.

"This kid, who seems to be less than twenty years old, is actually the leader of a force?"

"Could it be that he really caused the vision?"

But the warriors looked at Chu Shaoyang repeatedly and confirmed that he was only at the twelfth level of the True Martial Realm.

Talent is terrifying, but as the leader of a force, it is not realistic.

"Well, I will definitely come to visit you in three days!"

Everyone bowed their hands and said goodbye.

In their opinion, the real master of Jiange is someone else.

Nine times out of ten, this is the person who caused the vision today.

Jiange would be able to see it three days later, so naturally they were too lazy to talk nonsense to Chu Shaoyang.

Soon, a group of warriors left.

Chu Shaoyang looked somewhere and said calmly: "Come out."

Among the clouds not far away, a group of warriors came through the air.

The leader is none other than the master of the Fengmen Sect, Huo Mingzun.

"Young Master."

Huo Mingzun looked puzzled: "The news was spread so quickly that I didn't have time to ask."

"When did the young master establish the sword pavilion?"

Everyone in Fengmen also looked puzzled.

There were also four old men who kept looking at Chu Shaoyang. They were the four elders of Fengmen.

Chu Shaoyang sighed: "Fengmen has been hiding for too long, it's time to come back."

"However, before clearing the bad name, Fengmen was renamed Jiange. This is the mountain gate I chose for you."

"From today on, you are all disciples of Jiange. I just ask you to wear masks to avoid exposing your identity."

Huo Mingzun suddenly realized and was extremely grateful: "Young Master did this for us!"

He bowed his hands and bowed down.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master!"

Several elders who had looked at him before, as well as hundreds of disciples, bowed one after another.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master!"

At this moment, they recognized Chu Shaoyang as the pavilion master.

Chu Shaoyang took a long breath.

From today on, he is the master of a pavilion, responsible for the lives of hundreds of people.

After a moment of silence, he asked: "Elixirs, holy medicines, and techniques, what do you lack?"

Huo Mingzun looked at one of the short elders.

"This is the fourth elder, Chai Yuning, who is responsible for the allocation of resources in the sect."

The only female elder bowed politely: "Go back to the Pavilion Master, Fengmen... The disciples of Jiange have been practicing outside for many years, and there is no shortage of holy medicines and techniques."

"It's just that there are fewer weapons."

Chu Shaoyang nodded: "I'll go to Wenyue Auction House and ask Senior Helian to get some weapons."

"The repairs here will be left to you."

"Yes, Pavilion Master!"

Everyone echoed in unison.

Chu Shaoyang returns to Wenyue Auction House.

He Lianxiong was refining elixirs to heal Lin Zhiqing's injuries. He waited for half an hour before meeting him.

"Mr. Chu, I've kept you waiting for a long time."

He Lianxiong looked apologetic: "I wonder why the young master is here?"

Chu Shaoyang said calmly: "I need swords, one hundred and thirty, all of which are first-grade artifacts."

"so much?"

He Lianxiong was surprised and looked embarrassed: "I only have more than fifty here. If you have more, you can only wait for half a month. I will buy some from elsewhere."

Chu Shaoyang shook his head: "I can't wait that long."

"I'll have it in three days at the latest."

He Lianxiong frowned: "I'm afraid in three days..."

Lin Zhiqing suddenly said: "Master, didn't you say half a month ago that there was a Sword Sect ruins?"

"It is said that there is news about fifth-grade artifacts there, and there is also a sword tomb with countless artifacts."