Of course, sword cultivation is a sword. Of course, sword is important. But... is it that important? In addition to affecting combat power, can it really affect the realm of the sword-user's cultivation?

The sword in Su Li's hand now comes from the blacksmith shop in the small town at the foot of Li Mountain. It was made by Luo Dagen, a non-famous blacksmith in the blacksmith shop. It took a few silver dollars and took half a day. It has been with him for more than twenty years. He is still the number one sword in the world, and he has just killed a demon general not long ago.

It is precisely because of his ordinary sword that Lishan Sword Sect's attitude towards returning to the sword weapon to its original nature has become popular. The seven-character lyrics of the Divine Kingdom and other young disciples followed suit out of admiration for the uncle of the junior master. Qiushan Jun clearly possessed a very famous dragon scale sword, but when he walked on the mainland, even in the battle with the powerful demons for the key to Zhouyuan, he was willing to use an ordinary long sword. The sword also came from the small town at the foot of Lishan, and from the blacksmith shop. He also spent only a few dollars to spend, and Guan Feibai was the same. However, this did not affect the status of Qiushan Jun and Guan Feibai among the young generation of strong men in the mainland. Holding an ordinary green steel sword in his hand is also the law of the Divine Kingdom.

"Some fools may not understand this." The black robe gently wiped off the snowflakes on the square plate and looked at Su Li calmly and said, "But I understand that as long as you can't find that sword, then there is no difference between you, whether it is the Saqiu in Huaiyuan or the bad sword in the blacksmith shop in your hand."

"Yes." Su Li was silent for a while and said, "I really missed a sword, and I have been looking for that sword."

Many years ago, he was taken from his hometown to Lishan by his master, walked through dozens of miles of long mountain roads, entered the mountain gate, and became an inner disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect. He mastered the general tips of Lishan Sword Sect in a very short time, and his talent in the sword path was gradually revealed, and he was loved by all the senior brothers and sisters and the awe of his nephews, but he never had his own sword.

When the Red Shifeng Sword Hall split the sword, he did not choose it. When practicing sword every day, when he was planning to make a move with his senior brothers, he used a wooden sword. The senior brothers asked him why he refused to choose a sword. He said that he did not like the swords in the sword hall. In fact, there was another sentence in his heart - those swords do not like him, and they all avoided themselves.

A whole year passed, and he completed the study of basic swordsmanship. He first saw the true meaning of swordsmanship, and finally was qualified to enter the peak and enter the master's cave. His master was the head of the Lishan Sword Sect and was recognized as a peerless swordsman in the entire continent. But he did not listen to what his master was saying at all, but just looked at the sword hanging on the wall behind his master.

The sword's scabbard was black. I don't know what material it was. The sword was in the scabbard and could not see its true appearance. But for some reason, he was happy and happy when he looked at the sword. He wanted to dance and dance, so he wanted to take it over, hold it in his arms, sleep in his arms, or even take a bath. What made him even happier was that the sword made a nice and soft sound in the scabbard, as if responding to his joy and expressing his kindness.

At that time, Su Li naturally didn't know that this sword was the sword of the head of Lishan Sword Sect, and the famous sword in the top ten in the hundreds of weapons list.

The head of Lishan Sword Sect was a little surprised. His sword was a peerless fierce sword, which was extremely sharp and cold, and could be the best at silence. Why did he make such a gentle sword sound today? Why was he so gentle to this little boy? What does this mean? Then he laughed, because Su Li was his only disciple, and this sword was naturally to be passed on in the future. Now it seems that it is great that human swords will never get tired of each other.

On that day, Su Li received the promise that his master would pass the sword to him in the future, which made him very happy. When his master wanted to spank him for thirty-seven violations of the rules of the entire year last year and asked him to copy the sword score five hundred times, he rarely did not talk back.

Later... his master entered Zhouyuan. Then, there was no future. His master never came back. The sword never came back. Su Li cried at the top of Li Mountain for three days and three nights, and then he was stunned for seven days and seven nights before he woke up and devoted himself to the practice of swordsmanship. However, this time his senior brothers and sisters found that there was an extra sword around his waist.

The sword came from the small town at the foot of the mountain, from the inconspicuous blacksmith shop, and from the grandfather of a non-famous blacksmith at that time, the current blacksmith Luo Dagen.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the years fade, Su Li’s sword path begins to be completed, and he goes down the mountain to go to Zhouyuan.

In the next few decades, he would enter Zhouyuan every ten years, which naturally means that in those decades, Zhouyuan's control was always in the hands of humans, and the demons could never get involved. The reason for this is because he wanted to enter Zhouyuan. Who could grab the key to Zhouyuan under his sword?

He had two purposes to enter Zhouyuan. First, he wanted to confirm Zhou Dufu's life and death. If the strongest man under the starry sky was dead, he would naturally be over. If the other party was still alive, he wanted to know how big the gap between him and the other party was, and how much time would it take for him to defeat this person in the Tongyou Realm.

Secondly, he wanted to find the sword that disappeared in Zhouyuan. Perhaps the starry sky never let people down, or the famous sword covering the sky felt his longing. When he entered Zhouyuan for the last time, Su Li actually found it in the forest by the river. At the same time, this sword also became the first and only sword that was found since Zhouyuan opened.

However, the sword intent of the sword has completely disappeared, leaving only the sword body. Although the material of this sword is still a rare treasure that is hard to find in the world, it is no longer the sword of the past.

The famous sword is like yesterday, but the romantic is no longer there.

Su Li was silent on the bank of that stream for a long time before finally accepting this fact.

The sword is still there, the sword intent is no longer there. It turns out that the master... is really no longer there.

With the sword that had lost its soul, Su Li left Zhouyuan and went to the Tang family in Wenshui to find Mr. Tang who was occasionally willing to take action himself. He hoped that he could find a way to save the sword. What kind of identity is Old Master Tang? How could he pay attention to the almost idiotic request of a second-generation disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect? It was unreasonable. Su Li only did one thing. He stood on the stone dam hidden in the deep mountains of the Tang family in Wenshui, and spent a night to break through several realms from Tongyou Shang Realm and reach the peak of the Juxing Realm.

As the richest person in the mainland, Old Master Tang is best at identifying goods. He knew that Su Li was showing his value to him. He admitted that Su Li had absolutely this value, so he changed his mind without hesitation and began to purchase rare materials everywhere, trying to save the famous sword as he asked.

Unfortunately, even the Tang family in Wenshui cannot fully meet Su Li's requirements.

When I recalled this, even he, who had always been the most unrestrained or thick-skinned, felt a little embarrassed because of what happened next.

He looked at the shadow in the night sky, felt the unfathomable will of the Demon Lord, and thought slightly, if that sword could come alive and be held in my hand at this time, what's the point of you?

The shadow in the sky was getting lower and lower, as if it was about to connect with the grassland in the distance.

Chen Changsheng held a yellow paper umbrella and looked at the scene, as well as the indifference and silence in the eyes of the terrifying monsters in the beast tide. I don’t know why.

He didn't know that the shadow in the sky was a projection of the Great Pluto. He didn't know that this Great Pluto, which had already stepped into the sacred realm half a step, was Zhou Dufu's mount back then. He didn't know that the sword intent belonged to the yellow paper umbrella, which meant that the sword pool might appear at any time. What a provocation this was for the terrifying Great Pluto.

Nanke's black hair was scattered on his shoulders, wet by the rain, and looked extremely messy. Her little face was pale, and the indifference in her eyes had long been replaced by anger. In the previous fight, even though it was more than a hundred feet away, the sharp sword intent still hurt her. She didn't understand why the sword intent became so terrifying after entering the yellow paper umbrella.

"So what if the sword intent is strong? How long can you last if you don't understand sword technique? Just rely on the sword intent?"

Listening to the voice of the little girl of the demon clan, Chen Changsheng wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say that he could not solve this problem. In fact, even if he solved the problem of the sword intent that could not be consumed endlessly, he could not solve the tide of beasts around the tomb like the ocean.

With an angry clear sound, the cold wind suddenly rose above the gods, the wet skirt flew, the rain drifted, and Nanke raised his sword and slashed again.

Two sword lights ejected from the sword tip of the Southern Cross Sword, as if two galaxies were slashing towards Chen Changsheng along the straight divine way.

Chen Changsheng raised the yellow paper umbrella to greet him. Hundreds of tiny sword winds emerged on the umbrella surface. With the dense hissing sound, the unimaginable sharp sword intent directly cut the two galaxies, and then instantly cut them into countless pieces. The stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum was filled with starlight, floating with an ocean like fireflies.

At this moment, a piano sounded.

The ground at the bottom of the shrine had been wet by heavy rain. The old man sat cross-legged in the rain, with the guqin cross-legged in front of his knees, and he lowered his head and played a song intently.

The old man is the elder of Zhuyin Witch, and his best attitude is mental attacks. He doesn't know how dangerous it is hidden in the sound of the piano that seems to be gurgling like water. The rain fell from the sky, and he hit the strings with his old fingers, and then the trembling of the strings became a mist. Accompanied by the sound of the piano, some objects appeared faintly in the mist.

Those things were not real, but powerful divine thoughts, like mountain ghosts and witch tigers, suddenly left the guqin on the old man's knees, and came to the stone platform like a hurricane. They did not blow away the starlight fragments like a sea of ​​fireflies, but they secretly avoided the yellow paper umbrella and turned into several wisps of cold wind, falling on Chen Changsheng's face.
Chapter completed!