"The kendo that existed in ancient times..."

The killing sword in Qingxu's hands is said to have originated from ancient times.

"The ancient times I mentioned are even longer than the ancient times you learned... It was a time that was so long that there was no historical record... At that time, heaven and earth were in harmony, yin and yang rose, good trees were everywhere, palaces and heavens were connected, fairy birds soared, there was an ancient creature called "Immortals, never old and immortal, walking in the wind, gathering and discussing the Tao... This year should be traced back to the Shenhuang."

"Before Shenhuang..."

The information in Qingxu is that the ancient god-waste land was destroyed by many powerful people ten thousand years ago and shattered into an endless land centered on Tianhuang. Many islands, similar to the East Wilderness, Chongzhen, and Tibetan Sword, are just one of the many islands broken by the god-wasteland.

As for the information before Shenhuang was broken...

But he didn't hear it.

After all, even if there are sects that have survived during the period of self-sacred destruction, there are probably only a handful of information that has truly been left behind after this catastrophe.

"Before Shenhuang...even belonged to the ancient times of Shenhuang era..."

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the Sword Master of Cangjian, and I was sincerely happy for my discovery: "Based on the many information I have compiled and the conversations with the many sword spirits on Wanjian Peak, I combined the present and summarized a brand new sword path, a powerful way that is no less than the bloodline in front of me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Tibetan sword sword master waved his hand and a sword energy condensed into shape in his hand. In less than a moment, it turned into a peerless magic sword.

As soon as this magic sword was released, Qingxu felt a fatal crisis all over his body. Just by sweeping his eyes over this magic sword, he felt a sense of palpitations. The destructive power contained in the magic sword was far beyond the extreme power he had intended for over the years...

Especially...

On this magical sword, he actually saw a phantom of a black tiger, which was carved on the sword body of the magical sword, lifelike, like a living thing.

"This sword..."

"This is my natal divine sword, called Zangfeng, the sword's grade is twelve level!"

"Twelve-order?"

The figure of Ningguang Sword flashed through Qingxu's mind: "Can the power of the twelfth-level divine sword be so powerful?"

"Of course, the twelfth-level divine sword cannot have such power, but the hidden edge of the divine sword in my hand cannot be measured by the twelfth-level divine sword... He is the carrying object of my magical power and the battle body!"

"The magical powers, the carrying object of the battle body?"

"good!"

A faint smile flashed in the eyes of the Sword Master of Cangjian: "For a long time, sword skills, swordsmanship, and everything we practice is derived from the bloodline of divine beasts and holy beasts. Even if the core of the swordsmanship passed down during the Shenhuang period still revolves around divine beasts and holy beasts. No matter how powerful it is, it is still a supplement to divine beasts and holy beasts. Through continuous contact with many sword spirits on Wanjian Peak and the ancient knowledge I have learned, I have found a new direction of practice for our swordsman practitioners a hundred years ago, a direction that is more suitable for me and more suitable for us sword seekers. If this direction is correct, our cultivation will no longer be limited to bloodline shackles. Even spiritual beasts, even bloodline cultivators of ferocious beasts, may break their own limits and reach the highest level."

Qingxu seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly fell on the black tiger pattern engraved on the Tibetan Feng, and a lightning flashed in his heart...

"Sword Master of the Sword, your awakened bloodline..."

"You read that right, the black tiger bloodline! The black tiger bloodline of the spirit beast!"

The Sword Master of Cangjian admitted it with some self-deprecatingness.

Spiritual beast!

Although spiritual beasts can grow to the peak of the Saint Realm, they must be the best among spiritual beasts, or there are some close relatives of holy beasts with the bloodline. Generally, spiritual beasts have only the upper limit of growth of golden elixirs, especially when they approach the bloodline shackles, the resources required by spiritual beasts bloodline practitioners will be several times higher than those of holy beasts and even divine beast bloodline practitioners.

The Sword Master of Cangjian was able to use the bloodline of the spirit beast to promote his cultivation to the realm of a powerful person, and later he further reached the Dharma world. What kind of talent, talent, and perseverance is this?

Unfortunately, because of the existence of bloodline, the Dharma Heaven and Earth became an unbreakable nightmare for him. He will be trapped in the Dharma Heaven and Earth for the rest of his life, and he will never have the luxury of breaking through.

Qingxu is estimated to...

This may be the reason why he devoted all his mind to the swordsmanship at all costs.

He is asking for another way out.

His way out is not kendo, but...

strength!

This is why the Cangjian Sword Master did not attract hundreds of swords to chant together back then.

"I sealed all my soul, my battle body, and my magical powers into my natal divine sword, Zangfeng Sword, and refined the Zangfeng Sword into my body."

The Sword Master of the Cangjian looked at the Tibetan sword in his hand. The breath on the Tibetan sword was churning, and the power contained in it was shocking. Once it exploded, it would definitely not be inferior to the power of the powerful. If he really let his natal divine sword and magical power merge into one, then the power of this divine sword...

Can kill the holy!

"Soul, battle body, magical powers... Is this sacrifice to the sword..."

Qingxu was silent.

"Sacrifice to the sword? This is not sacrifice to the sword, but protecting the Tao from the sword! We practitioners who practice swords, it is not enough to have the heat of the sword alone. We also need to have strong power to protect the Tao for us in the process of cultivating swords and understanding swords. This method of refining all the soul, fighting body, and supernatural powers in the sword is the method I created to protect the Tao!"

"Methods of protection?"

"Yes, what is the core of the natal divine sword? It is your own sword intent. This divine sword is connected with your own sword intent. The sword intent is the existence that melts into one of your personal energy and spirit with your beliefs. It is your sword core. Unfortunately, the sword energy and sword techniques derived from the core are far from being comparable to the battle body of the divine beast. All kinds of magical powers are pursued, but they do not have the power to protect the Tao. Watching the genius who have devoted their lives to the sword in order to turn into dust under the crushing of the battle body. This sword in my opinion... is incomplete in my opinion, so I combined my own gains to create this method of protection for our sword cultivators, melting the battle body, soul, and power into the natal divine sword. Once the natal divine sword is cast..."

When the Sword Lord of the Cangjian said this, an unprecedented powerful aura rose from his body: "I can kill the sacred!"

Qingxu looked at the natal magic sword in the hands of the Tibetan Sword Master that had not yet completely transformed...

Can kill the holy...

This is by no means empty talk!

but……

"The cultivator's own battle body, soul, and magical powers are all melted into the natal magic sword. If he loses his magical powers, he will be fragile and he will be incomparable. Relying on his own true energy and qi, even if he is the Sword Master, you may not be able to withstand the Golden Pill attack of the Golden Pill powerful man. How will you protect yourself?"

"Protect yourself?"

The face of the sword master of the sword in the sword had a hint of indifferent arrogance: "Why should I protect myself??"

His eyes fell on Qingxu: "Do you know what is the most powerful defense method for a real swordsman?"

Qingxu was silent for a moment and looked up: "It's an attack!"

"Not bad! Attack!"

The Sword Master of Cangjian suddenly raised his hand and slashed hard in front of him, as if he was about to cut the void in front of him: "A true swordsman, his most powerful defense is attack! Attack! Attack! Again! Invasion is like fire and thunder! When the enemy's magical powers come over, why do we need defense? Just attack! Attack! Again! Crush all the enemy's attack methods! Wonderful arts? Magical powers? Battle bodies? Divine weapons? Treasures? I have a sword that can break all the tricks! Hahaha, this is our defense, this is the strongest defense of our swordsmen!"

"Occurrence is the best defense!"

Qingxu immediately understood the idea of ​​the Sword Master of Cangjian.

The battle body, magical powers, and souls are all melted into the natal divine weapons and carried by the natal divine weapons. Perhaps he may be as fragile as a powerful person in the Golden Dan realm to kill him, the powerful person in the original law, the world, but...

As long as his attack is strong enough, as long as his attack is fast enough, any enemy's attack method has been defeated by him with one sword before he hits his body. How can the many magical powers, magical techniques, combat bodies, magic weapons, and treasures in the world be damaged by half?

This is the sword art that the Sword Master has learned!

This is the confidence that the Lord of the Cangjian Sword dares to be able to kill the sacred.

Of course, killing the sacred is one thing, and being able to kill the sacred is another thing. The domain of the powerful man in the sacred realm may be torn apart by his sword, but it may not be shattered by his sword. Just the powerful man in the sacred realm needs to open the battle line and avoid his sharp edge and kill the power that swept the entire field. He is fragile and will only end up being ashes.

"The Extreme Dao..."

Qingxu said to himself.

"Sword Dao is the ultimate Dao!"

The Sword Master of Cangjian took the words of Qingxu and said heavily: "Give up defense, abandon all magical powers and changes, and even abandons his own life, and transforms everything he has into attack. This is the sword path I understand, and I call it the ultimate sword path!"

Speaking of this, his tone was slightly low, but the voice contained a shocking vast power: "Maybe in this way we will not be able to create amulets, we will not be able to incarnate true qi, we will not be able to change infinitely, and we will not be able to live forever... But at least, we can make a sword, an invincible sword, a sword that is invincible, a sword that is invincible, and a sword that is invincible as long as it is unsheathed, it will surely make the trembling of all things in the world!"

"The Strongest Sword!"

Qingxu's right hand, which often held the sword, was trembling slightly. He felt that something was in his heart and gradually awakened...

"The Strongest Sword!"
Chapter completed!