Preface

"**, are you still practicing swords? The canteen has been open for a long time, and if you don't come, you will have no meat... Even if you work hard, the quota of inner disciples will be set within the door."

"**, it's good that you practice swords so hard, but the pressure on the inner sect brothers is too great, so you have to consider others."

"**, you are the chief of the true teachings now, why do you still have to worry about food and sleep? Our mid-grade sects, no matter how hard we try, we can't compare to the top-grade sect."

"**True Man, although you are dedicated to swords, you will be the first in the World Sword Association and can be regarded as a model for the younger generation of sword cultivators in the world. But Fairy He Yue confessed to you in love. What a rare opportunity. You abandoned it like a piece of grass. This is too much..."

In the hazy state, "he" suddenly remembered the old days that had been covered with dust.

During that period, he was still a human time.

In just fifty years, it has gone from an ignorant child to the best in the world.

From human to non-human.

It's really a dreamlike time.

His parents were nameless sword cultivators, and when he was born, he abandoned him in the sword pool. The sword energy of the sword pool did not kill him, but nourished him. When he opened his eyes, the first light he saw was the cleansed sword light in the sword pool.

From that moment on, he did not think he was a human being. He practiced for fifty years just to get rid of the shackles of the human body. When he finally reached the peak of his practice, even his name was forgotten. People only knew that he was the world's number one unknown sword god.

However, for him, the name of the Sword God is not worth mentioning. Whether it is a real person, a sword immortal, or even a sword god, they are just human names after all, but he is no longer satisfied with others. Unfortunately, the road to cultivation seems to have come to an end.

Fortunately, it was an era of miracles.

Of course, some people say that it was the worst era.

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When the Nine Heavens Sky collapsed in a corner and blood and lava poured into the ground, the immortal civilization on the Jiuzhou Continent was almost extinct.

They are called demons, and they descend on Jiuzhou on the night of blood and fire, opening the prelude to the dark age.

Over the past century, the demons ravaged Jiuzhou, and their lives were tragically damaged. One brilliant and brilliant immortal cultivator after another was burned. One great monk after another who called the wind and rain died tragically. The Wanxian Alliance retreated from west to east, from Yunzhou to Zhongzhou, and then from Zhongzhou to Dongzhou. In a century, the Jiuzhou Continent has fallen by more than half, and the seven super-grade sects have been exterminated. The Wanxian Alliance's Ten Thousand Immortals' Sky Hall is already shaking and dull.

In a desperate situation, the peerless heroes carried the collapsed Jiuzhou. Li Jiulong, Shen Kaishan, Lu Jintong, Zhu Junshen, Zhao Yueming, Feng You, Shang Lanfei, Jinghong, Luo Yu, the nine immortals, and the most powerful monks under the sky launched a counterattack on the arrogant demons.

They dug the ice of the mysterious cave in the Antarctic, borrowed the fire of the Chishan Mountain in Beiming, broke the ancient tree branches in the east forest, picked the wind in the Cangxi desert, and used the blood of the immortals as a guide to melt the Fengzhou sword pool, and sacrificed a hundred days of blood. From the Tongtian Tower of Zhongzhou, they invited a peerless magic sword. Holding this magic sword, the Nine Immortals killed the demon generals and broke the demon army, and advanced rapidly. The demon clan was powerful, and although the demon army was strong, it was difficult to resist the sharpness of the magic sword. It seemed that overnight, the momentum of the great victory of the immortals and demons was completely turned over, like a miracle.

However, there has never been a so-called miracle in the world. The divine sword invited from "outside the sky" was actually a living person. The nine immortals held the essence of the nine provinces in Fengzhou Sword Pool for a hundred-day blood sacrifice. The one who sacrificed the nameless sword god, the world's number one at that time, was sacrificed to the so-called "the divine sword outside the sky" at that time.

Such methods naturally have no connection with the right path, and are the most evil and evil paths. The offerings of the blood sacrifice are even more exemplary in the world. From being an unknown person to the peak of cultivation for only fifty years, the nameless sword god, even in the desperate situation of the battle between immortals and demons, is a tragic and tragic thing that is unwilling to mention.

But for the parties involved, this is the best luck in the world.

He received help from the strongest people in the world and gathered the power of Jiuzhou, and finally freed him from the constraints of human beings, from the sword god to the divine sword.

The moment when the immortal body turned into the sword body of the divine sword and the soul sublimated into the sword spirit, he felt like a new life.

Only then did his memory become clearer, no longer scattered and dark fragments, but coherent and full pictures.

As a divine sword outside the sky, he had a powerful force that was better than the human form. In the following years, he fought and won many battles with the company of the Nine Immortal Lord.

Finally, a corner of the majestic and magnificent Demon Palace collapsed.

The Wuji Demon Tower, which symbolizes the supreme imperial power of the demon clan, broke from the middle and fell down with a bang.

The supreme leader of the demon clan, the invincible Demon Emperor, looked indifferently at the ruins under his feet. Two pairs of golden and red pupils slowly swept over the nine bold human monks in front of him.

A battle between immortals and demons that went straight to the Yellow Dragon lasted for ten days and ten nights. The Great Demon Palace was razed to the ground, the Nine Heavens Demon Eyes were turned into ashes, and the Tonggu Abyss was permanently closed. The Great Demon God Emperor, who swept through the Jiuzhou, had not shed a drop of blood, was finally broken open with his immortal golden body. The golden blood flowed down from the deep wound on his chest and turned into lava to burn the ruins of the Great Demon Palace.

The century-old battle between immortals and demons is an unprecedented brilliant result, but the price is also tragically heartbreaking.

The nine immortal masters fell to eight of them, and they were covered with immortal weapons, and their corpses remained. Li Jiulong held the magic sword in his hand and stood in front of the Great Demon God Emperor, but his immortal heart was broken, his spiritual consciousness was destroyed, and he no longer had any combat power.

"I'm surprised that just ants can get to this point."

As Li Jiulong's soul gradually disintegrated, the Great Demon Emperor slowly spoke, his voice seemed to be far and near, like a man and a woman, like everything, and like nothingness. However, in just a short sentence, the dark clouds in the sky rolled like raging waves.

"It's a pity that it's only this point. I thought that this Jiuzhou Continent would give me a little more joy."

"It's indeed a pity." Li Jiulong showed a painful but joking smile, "I'm about to turn the tables in desperate situations, but my body and spirit are destroyed. I'm already dead, and I can't witness the final victory."

The Great Demon Emperor looked at the seriously injured and dying human in a cold manner, and could not see that he had any chance of turning the tables.

"For a long time, people have called me the Nine Dragon Sword Immortal and even the Sword God Sword Saint, including your demons, most of them are afraid of my sword skills and even think that I am above the Nameless Sword God. But in fact... I am not a sword cultivator at all. What I am really good at is refining weapons, and I am an absolute logistics cultivator. I am not good at sword skills at all, let alone compared with the Nameless Sword God."

The Great Demon Emperor tilted his head slightly, a little surprised.

The nine human cultivators each have magical powers, and no one is under the commanding demon general. Among them, Li Jiulong has the most powerful combat power. He holds the divine sword in his hand and blocks it. The wound on his chest is thanks to him.

This is the first time that the Great Demon God Emperor was injured in thousands of years. He looked at this dying human, and even considered transforming him into a demon general. He just thought of the Demon Palace that turned into ruins, so he gave up his thoughts... However, he was not good at sword techniques, what does this mean? How could the sword technique that just cuts the sky and breaks the earth be explained by the three words? As for the nameless sword god, the immortal and demon war has never participated in any battle and disappeared. What is the point of being a fool of the world and steals the reputation?

Li Jiulong let go of his right hand holding the sword. After losing the support of the divine sword, he fell to the ground dejectedly, but the divine sword still stood in place, and then slowly floated up, pointing the sword tip to the Great Demon Emperor.

A hint of spirit burst out from Li Jiulong's dim gaze: "Brother Jian, it's up to you next."

"Yeah, leave it to me."

A clear voice stirred up from Li Jiulong's magic sword. At this moment, the face of the Great Demon Emperor suddenly changed: "You?!"

At the same time, the Demon Emperor shot at the divine sword like a tearing the sky and splitting the earth, but was scattered by a more powerful sword light.

The Demon Emperor snorted coldly. This was the first time since the war started that his God-Destroying Sword was blocked head-on, and the divine sword outside the sky also exuded an unprecedented sense of threat.

Li Jiulong smiled bitterly: "Brother Jian, sorry, we can only hold on to this point."

"It's okay, you have spared your life to buy me so much time. I have already understood the magic tricks of the Demon Emperor. Let me leave it to me next."

The next moment, the sword light shone, pointing directly at the Demon Emperor!

The Demon Emperor had no expression on his face, his dark fingers pointed forward, and an endless wave of magic power swept away.

A battle of immortals and demons that was more dangerous than the previous ten times, thus kicking off!

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He always claims to be very remembered.

Although only bleak fragments remained in the fifty years of human beings, the few years after the rebirth of the sword were engraved in the depths of memory.

Li Jiulong's gentleness and generosity, Shen Kaishan's unrestrained and heroic spirit, Zhao Yueming's peerless beauty... In three years, the new magic sword enjoyed life with an unprecedented positive attitude. When he was a human being, his personality was introverted and cold. Even if he was the best in the world, his reputation could not be as good as the Nine Immortal Lord with his strength. However, after turning into the Divine Sword, he became optimistic and cheerful. Of course, the sword was a weapon. In the past three years, he fought with the Nine Immortal Lord with a hundred battles in Jiuzhou, and every detail of every battle was firmly remembered by him.

However, the final battle was vague.

He found that he had no idea how the final battle with the Great Demon Emperor was concluded, and even the details of the battle were blurred.

I only remember that in the sword world, the dark tides surging, countless gorgeous halls collapsed, and countless immortal magic arrays collapsed and dissipated. I only remember that the Great Demon God Emperor roared repeatedly, and his noble body rolled in blood and mud. I only remember that I was in a desperate situation, but I still calmly understood the flaws of the Demon Emperor. I only remember that the Demon Emperor's body collapsed at one time, vomiting blood, and unable to recite a complete spell.

I only remember that the final outcome is only in one thought.

And this thought is almost eternal.

At the last moment of the battle with the Demon Emperor, it was also the time when the victory and defeat were announced. Both sides released terrifying powers that surpassed the Jiuzhou Continent. The aftermath was enough to sweep the earth and cause thousands of miles of the naked earth. The Demon Palace collapsed, the Demon Kingdom was extinct, Zhongzhou was broken, and the Jiuzhou barrier collapsed.

In the end, the world overturned.

After that, he entered an infinitely distant darkness.

There is no light, no heat, no time and space, everything familiar is gone, and even the real sword world of the outer divine sword has lost contact. Only a little spiritual light carries his mind and spends these endless lonely years in the dark.

In the darkness, all he can do is memories and thinking. He can hardly remember anything in fifty years, and his rebirth is only three years. Although it is rich and colorful, his experience is limited after all. The only question worth thinking about is the winner of the final battle.

In theory, he should have won. Although the power of the Demon Emperor's final explosion exceeded expectations, based on the vague memory fragments, he judged that he would win a little. In terms of pure power at that time, he was comparable to the Demon Emperor, and the opponent had the advantage of the home court, but he had the Nine Immortals who bought him a lot of time, saw through more than half of the Demon Emperor's magic skills, and had a slight advantage in the victory or defeat.

What's more, if he cannot win, how could the Demon Emperor retain his inspiration?

Memories and thoughts accompanied the sword spirit through the long years. Unconsciously, the spiritual light began to dim and the mind gradually became dull. Finally, when the light gradually merged into the darkness, a little light suddenly lit up the whole world.

"Boss, how do you sell this sword?"

The crisp and pleasant girl's voice became the light that awakens the world.

Realizing that one's awakening is that a whole new world comes into view after a moment.

A bright sunshine shone on him, warm and warm, just like before the war, the Qingyu Plain under the golden clouds of the Tower of the Sky. The warm and comfortable feeling is refreshing, and the slow and rusty thinking begins to gradually move.

Until the crisp girl voice came again, interrupting his thoughts.

"Boss, this sword."

"Twenty taels."

"Twenty taels are too expensive! A white-board sword costs twenty taels. Do you think this is in Liantian City?"

Only then did he turn his attention back and see himself lying in a noisy market. The wide road in front of him was crowded with people, pedestrians with different appearances, buying and selling goods with a slightly strange accent, chatting and laughing.

And I was lying on a wooden box in an open-air stall, pointed at by a white and tender girl.

"It's cheaper, five taels?"

"Girl, stop kidding, I want to have a meal too. Although this sword is just a white plate weapon, the material used is extraordinary and very strong. I used a sword test stone for several rounds, and I won't even get a bit of scum. It's simply indestructible. The magic weapon in the white plate is especially suitable for you monks who are just practicing Qi to practice sword skills. Not to mention twenty taels or fifty taels, I won't sell them."

"But it is just a white-level weapon after all. I can buy a real magic weapon even if I have fifty taels, okay?"

"Girl, you dare to use the 50 taels of magic weapon, aren't you afraid of cursing on it? Really, this special white-level long sword is not expensive for twenty taels!"

"But this sword is so filthy that it is broken, and most of the cloud patterns have been worn off. It is simply an unearthed cultural relic!"

"There are more than twenty taels of real cultural relics. This is indeed an ancient sword, but it is really a lack of performance. I have two test swords that I wasted on this broken sword, and there are countless sharpening stones. Why do girls from a big family like you care about these three melons and two mists with me, a poor hawker?"

"White plate sword, twenty taels, too expensive." The little girl said stubbornly.
To be continued...