bookbashuk Chapter 238: The Sword Immortal's Legacy
Chapter 238: The Sword Immortal's Legacy
"Oh? An ancient restriction..." Upon hearing this, Yang Jiuli touched the bridge of his nose with his left hand and looked at Murong Qingshuang, saying, "You all came prepared. Do you have a detailed understanding of this ancient site?" He showed a curious expression.
Murong Qingshuang blinked her beautiful eyes, about to speak.
"Fellow Daoist Murong..." the man in purple immediately shouted to stop him.
The cultivator surnamed Yan transmitted his voice in a slightly cold tone, "Fellow Daoist, isn't it against the rules to inform outsiders about this matter?"
"This Fellow Daoist Li has already entered the secret realm. What? Are you still trying to hide it from him?" Murong Qingshuang transmitted her voice.
The cultivator surnamed Yan remained silent, then his eyelids fluttered as he glanced at Yang Jiuli.
There are only two choices right now:
Firstly, to silence witnesses...
Secondly, invite them to join us! Murong Qingshuang transmitted her voice.
"This person possesses two second-tier great demons, clearly indicating he is no ordinary cultivator. If he comes from a third-tier immortal sect, he must have some trump card to protect him."
"If we fail to kill him and instead attract the attention of the cultivators behind him, we fear that not only will our efforts be in vain, but we will also perish. Therefore, recruiting him is the best option."
Upon hearing this, the cultivator surnamed Yan remained silent for a long time. After glancing at Yang Jiuli, he thought to himself, "Let's lure him into the secret realm first... and then observe the situation... This is not a bad expedient!" After a moment's thought, he nodded.
"In that case, Fellow Daoist, you can handle Elder Yan's matter!" The cultivator surnamed Yan then transmitted his voice to Murong Qingshuang.
"Of course!" Murong Qingshuang nodded.
"This person possesses a swordsmanship lineage... perhaps he can help me break through my bottleneck and advance further!" she thought to herself.
Her reason for inviting Yang Jiuli to the ancient site was certainly not as simple as the two points she mentioned.
"Furthermore, opening the scripture pavilion left behind by the ancient sword immortal... also requires a cultivator with extraordinary attainments in swordsmanship."
"Although I consider myself to have achieved something in swordsmanship, I cannot guarantee whether I can open that place."
"Now, every additional sword cultivator means one more opportunity!" Her mind raced.
While pondering to herself, Murong Qing Shuang's eyes flickered, and she said to Yang Jiu Li, "To be honest, my ancestor once entered the forbidden area and obtained a second-tier sword dao inheritance there... Now I have come here to obtain a third-tier inheritance... I wonder if you would be interested in traveling with me?" She smiled gracefully, her voice melodious and pleasant.
"Third-tier inheritance..." Yang Jiuli was surprised, but after glancing at the man in green and Murong Qingshuang, he understood.
"Both of them practice swordsmanship, so what they say is mostly true."
Then, he looked at Murong Qingshuang and said, "A third-tier sword dao inheritance is a rare sight even among the major immortal sects. Fellow Daoist, aren't you afraid that if I obtain the inheritance, I will seize your fortune?"
"Hehe, a third-tier inheritance is not so easy to obtain... Otherwise, my ancestors would have obtained it long ago, and it would not have been my turn." Murong Qingshuang said, "Furthermore, I will not hide it from you, but to open one of the restrictions, you need a sword cultivator."
"Judging from your sword practice, fellow Daoist, you must possess considerable skill in the art of swordsmanship?"
She looked at the sword in Yang Jiuli's hand.
"Oh, opening the restriction requires a sword cultivator?" Yang Jiuli narrowed his eyes slightly, and upon hearing this, some of his doubts were resolved.
If she had no use to him, why would she invite him so easily?
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this woman intended to lure him into the forbidden area first, and then kill him to silence him.
However, Yang Jiuli didn't care at all.
As long as there are no fake cultivators, he is confident that he still has some ability to protect himself.
Therefore, he was more interested in the third-tier sword immortal inheritance.
After all, his "Snowflake Sword Technique" and "Thirteen Sword Styles" are only at the Grandmaster level.
To improve further, one needs a higher level of swordsmanship inheritance.
Unfortunately, the lineage of sword immortals is extremely rare, and obtaining one is quite difficult.
Unexpectedly, things have started to look promising this time, which is a pleasant surprise.
"I have already explained your doubts, fellow Daoist. Now, I will see how skilled you are in the swordsmanship and whether you are qualified to accompany me to explore the Sword Immortal's legacy!" Murong Qingshuang smiled sweetly, then her gaze suddenly turned cold.
But then she stretched out her right hand, and the storage bag at her waist flashed with a cold light, from which the second-grade high-quality sword "Frost White" flew out.
She gripped the sword in her jade-like hand, took a graceful step, and a powerful, chilling magical force swept out from her body, like a river suspended in mid-air.
She braved the cold current to move forward.
"My sword is named 'Frost White'..."
Murong Qingshuang's gaze was cold and sharp, no longer as gentle as before, and her brows now held a touch of valor.
Her long hair flew in the wind, her clothes fluttered, and a sword aura emanated from her body.
Even the long, cold river flowing from her dantian immortal foundation beside her was making a rushing sound.
It seemed as if thousands of precious swords were trembling and resonating in the river.
The river water hangs suspended in mid-air, shimmering with light, and a cold glint flashes in the air.
"This sword strike is called 'Rivers Rolling Under the Setting Sun'!" Murong Qingshuang then raised her 'Frosty White Sword' in mid-air.
A gentle voice came from her mouth.
In an instant, the cold river in front of Murong Qingshuang swirled into two sword rivers, carrying a powerful sword aura, and swept towards Yang Jiuli from the left and right, like two water dragons, with the speed of thunder.
It was as powerful as a torrent.
The swirling gale carried a chilling sword aura, making it whistle through the air.
"Sister Qing Shuang has made her move!" Upon seeing this, Murong Xi's eyes lit up, and she said, "Qing Shuang is a sword genius that our Murong clan has only seen once in two hundred years. She has the appearance of a sword immortal and is almost invincible among her peers. She can even contend with late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators."
"But I wonder how many sword strikes Li Sanshui can withstand?"
He smiled, looking like he was watching a show.
"As expected of Fairy Qing Shuang, using such an excuse to make a move is just right. It allows her to figure out the other party's strength without hurting the harmony!" The purple-robed cultivator surnamed Yan nodded slightly, then looked at Yang Jiuli in front of the Sword River.
"Excellent! If this person is just a show-off, then we should take this opportunity to kill him and prevent future troubles."
The cultivator surnamed Yan stroked his beard, revealing an approving expression, and then looked at Murong Qingshuang in front of him.
But then the woman drew her sword.
The Sword River roars.
If they were to come from the left and right, like a swirling dragon, Yang Jiuli would be caught in a pincer attack, and retreating would be impossible.
"Good, it's rare to meet a swordsman... Today, I, Li, will test Fellow Daoist Murong's sword!" Upon seeing this, Yang Jiuli laughed loudly. A chilling aura swept from beneath him, transforming into a cold flower. He pushed off with his feet, and the cold flower leaped into the sky.
And then he put the little fox into his spirit beast bag.
The Azure-Eyed Tiger Sable shuddered and quickly leaped into the air to avoid the two rivers of swords.
The sword river struck the air, turning into cold air and disappearing into the void.
Just as Yang Jiuli leaped into the air, a sword shadow flashed in front of him.
However, Murong Qingshuang, wielding the 'Frosty White Sword,' flew over like a graceful dragon.
She wielded her long sword, creating a series of sword flowers.
The sword light burst forth, transforming into streaks of sword beams that slashed towards Yang Jiuli, who had flown into the air ahead.
They didn't give the latter a single chance to breathe.
Clearly, she had anticipated that Yang Jiuli would leap into the air to avoid her first sword technique, "Rivers Rolling Under the Setting Sun".
He immediately unleashed the second sword technique, "Sword Shadow Illuminates the Cool Autumn".
Dozens of sword beams slashed through the void, piercing people's eyes.
There was also a biting wind blowing in, making it feel like the dead of winter.
Yang Jiuli remained calm. He narrowed his eyes, his mind as one with the sword, and the chilling true energy around him trembled slightly as it moved.
Then he flicked his 'Cold Cry Sword'.
A sword aura roared out, and the first move of the Snowdrift Sword Technique, "Frosty Autumn Leaves," was unleashed.
In an instant, sword energy roared, like a sudden gust of wind.
In an instant, it transformed into a cloud of frost in the air and swept away in a furious rage.
The cold mist swept past like a raging storm, crashing against the layers of sword light.
Like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, it swept the sword beams into the misty sword waves, freezing them solid.
The countless sword shadows no longer stung the eyes.
Instead, the frost-like sword energy surged up and attacked Murong Qingshuang, who was flying towards him with her sword.
"Excellent swordsmanship..." After seeing the sword strike come and completely block her sword light, Murong Qing Shuang was moved and secretly praised it. However, before she could finish speaking, she felt a chill in her heart, "Such a chilling sword aura."
Before the sword energy even arrived, her jade-like hands felt cold, and she couldn't help but shudder.
With a swift movement, his feet touched the frost-covered flowers, and he soared into the sky, avoiding the sword wind.
Immediately, wielding the 'Frosty White' sword, she streaked across the sky like a rainbow, stabbing towards Yang Jiuli.
However, he used the sword technique "Sword Piercing the Twilight Sun".
The sword flashed like a streak of lightning, so fast that it was impossible to keep up.
Upon seeing this, Yang Jiuli immediately unleashed a sword strike, executing the eighth move of the Snowdrift Sword Technique, "Sword Qi Stretches Across Thirty Thousand Miles."
Instantly.
A vast river of sword energy, carrying immense, chilling sword energy, rushed towards Murong Qingshuang.
A chilling sword aura rushed towards her, and Murong Qingshuang felt completely enveloped by it, secretly realizing something was wrong.
boom!
Then, unable to dodge in time, a chilling sword aura burst forth from her body, directly colliding with the river of sword energy.
boom!
The two collided, like two raging waves crashing together.
Yang Jiuli's sword energy surged and was unstoppable, actually shattering the cold sword energy that Murong Qingshuang's sword was spewing out.
Murong Qing Shuang's wrist trembled, and she felt a sharp pain in her bones as if she were being slammed by a series of monstrous waves. The fierce sword energy also scratched her skin painfully. In her haste, Murong Qing Shuang's body shone with cold light, transforming into a light shield to block the attack.
The light shield blocked the powerful sword energy attack for Murong Qingshuang.
In that instant, she moved her body and, using the momentum, soared upwards into the air behind her like a dragonfly skimming the water.
They avoided the impact of that vast sword energy.
However, the vast river of sword energy unleashed by Yang Jiuli's sword shattered the light shield and roared backward.
Wherever it passed, the sword energy was fierce, the cold air was biting, and a gust of wind was stirred up.
Murong Xi and the man in purple robes who were watching the battle quickly retreated.
boom!
A long river of sword energy swept through the void and struck a mountain peak.
The mountain peak trembled, causing countless boulders to crumble and rise in clouds of dust.
When the smoke cleared, upon closer inspection, the mountaintop was covered with frost crystals.
"What a domineering sword strike!" Upon seeing this, Murong Xi's eyes flashed, and he looked ahead.
But then Murong Qingshuang narrowly dodged the sword and rose into the air, standing high in the sky.
A frosty mist appeared between her brows, and her breathing was slightly rapid.
Clearly, that sword strike had nearly injured her.