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Volume 1, In the World, Chapter 46, Demonic Sword, One Quarter

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    In the words of Sword Spirit, since the day he was born, he has never recognized anyone as his master.

    Although, in the prehistoric era, Sword Spirit and his partners once shined.  It has created countless brilliance, and the ancient sword has become a peerless sword that countless swordsmen dream of.

    But, at that time, he was not happy.

    Those who once owned him would either regard him as a treasure and put it away.  From the time it was acquired to the time it encountered misfortune, it had never been used, or it might not be used in the future.

    Or, treat him as an ominous thing, suppress him, and use him as a treasure to suppress the faction.

    Maybe some people admire him very much.  But such a person is a sword slave, not the master he wants to submit to.

    For thousands of years, Sword Spirit has been waiting.

    Waiting for a master who can truly fight alongside him, a master who sincerely regards him as a partner and treats him as an equal.

    ¡°However, for thousands of years, he has been waiting, but he has never met it.

    Winds and rains come and go, and time passes.

    The sword spirit, quietly waiting for its master, fell into a deep sleep.

    The once glorious sword body was covered with rust.  Not because of the material, but because he was tired.

    So, a dream lasts a thousand years.

    Until a bearded man dug him out of the ground and brought him to light again.

    Then, he met a very strange scholar.

    ¡°It¡¯s strange, of course, because the scholar¡¯s ??thoughts are strange.

    Of course, there may also be reasons for low cultivation.

    You must know that those who had him back then were all leaders in the immortal world.  Practitioners are not qualified to see him at all, let alone a mortal.

    But this scholar only has a measly level of Qi-gathering and elixir-building skills.

    Such a poor guy would most likely end up dead on the street the next day.

    However, gradually, he discovered that this master was really strange.

    He is not like a person from the immortal world, he is not so reckless and arrogant as his kind.

    He also has no unreliable awareness that it is his duty to save the Three Realms.

    What he has is a normal heart that only a true scholar has.  He just wants to live his own happy life. If this happy life is not broken, he may continue like this.

    As a practitioner who goes against heaven, he actually has such a mentality.

    This point really aroused the curiosity of the sword spirit.

    Gradually, he discovered.  Not only does this scholar have no hatred towards other people, he also treats them equally.

    And it is this kind of equal attitude that gives the sword spirit, which has been wandering for thousands of years, a sense of belonging for the first time.

    It is precisely because of this sense of belonging that he is eager to express himself and make the scholar who is always smiling realize that he is a good sword, and a good sword that everyone in the three worlds will envy when they see it.

    So, there was the sword light that night at the Mountain Temple.

    The bearded man told the scholar with a wary look that he was an evil weapon.

    I was really a little scared and a little lost at the time.

    I am afraid that the scholar will listen to the big man and throw himself away or sell him.

    But who would have thought that the scholar just smiled and shook his head, and then said calmly that he was just a sword, a peerless sword.

    ¡°Oh my God, I have been waiting for this sentence for a thousand years, but it has arrived so quickly.

    At that time, Sword Spirit was very excited.

    But, just now.

    When the scholar easily overcame his inner demons and showed an unprecedented talent, the sword spirit finally confirmed it.

    He is the master he has been waiting for for thousands of years to meet.

    However, this new owner

    It seems a bit sinister!

    Look, he is smiling, and his smile is very lewd and treacherous.

    What does he want to do?

    ¡­¡­

    At this time, it was just as Sword Spirit fearfully guessed.

    Yang Fengnian is laughing.

    He held his chin with his divine hand, and then looked at the ancient sword with fascination. He smiled brightly and brightly, but there was a touch of treachery and cunning in it that he could not hide at all costs.

    "Sword Spirit, since you have an old relationship with this red magic sword, do you think you should help me to collect it?" Yang Fengnian chuckled and spoke softly.

    Hearing this voice made Yang Fengnian feel a little numb in his own ears.

    However, in the face of a formidable enemy, what¡¯s the point of being stupid?

    Although he looks treacherousHowever, Yang Fengnian was full of righteousness at this time.

    Sword Spirit was stunned for a moment, and then he let go of his worries.

    Afterwards, Sword Spirit said with a suspicious tone: "It doesn't matter if I help, but are you sure you want to do this?"

    Listening to this, it seems that there is something hidden.

    If Yuanfang is here, maybe you can ask.

    Yang Fengnian¡¯s mind was filled with random thoughts, then he groped his chin and asked uncertainly: ¡°What do you mean by that?¡±

    Sword Spirit explained patiently: "Although the current red monster is my distraction, after thousands of years, it has cultivated its own sanity. However, his current state is like a five or six-year-old child of yours."  . If you subdue it yourself and make it truly surrender to you, in the future, when it exerts its full ability, it will definitely open your eyes. However, if it is forcibly subdued by me, then it must have resentment.  , there¡¯s no guarantee of a strike at a critical moment. Are you sure you want me to forcibly subdue you?¡±

    After Yang Fengnian heard this, he immediately hesitated.

    "What abilities does he have?" Yang Fengnian asked while stroking his chin thoughtfully.

    "You have already seen it just now. The phantom formation is his biggest killing move." Sword Spirit said with a proud tone.

    After all, the red monster is its clone. Thousands of years ago, they were one body.  The pride of each other is inseparable.

    "The illusion array can make people become enchanted and unable to extricate themselves. If there is no outside force to break in, the monks trapped in the illusion array will be trapped in it forever. And the most powerful thing about the illusion array is that it disturbs people.  The mind of the cultivator launches an attack from the inner demons. In the least case, the person becomes obsessed with it, in the worst case, he might even die on the spot!"

    Listening to the triumphant introduction of the sword spirit, Yang Fengnian was curious: "You just said that the four of you are in one. This red magic sword's killing move is a phantom formation. What about the others? What about you?"

    The sword spirit chuckled and said: "You don't need to know the rest now. As for me, hehe, as the master sword, of course I have the most important responsibility. That iskilling. I am the master of killing! Under my sword,  Never leave anyone alive!"

    "If you conquer the red monster, and if your cultivation is sufficient, and I cooperate with the red monster, you will have no rival in the entire world of human cultivation!" After the Sword Spirit seduced him full of temptation,  Finally, he said to Yang Fengnian earnestly: "So, if you want the red monster to play a 100% role after surrendering to you, then you must do it yourself. Let him surrender sincerely!"

    Yang Fengnian was so provoked by Sword Spirit's words that his blood boiled with excitement.

    Damn it, if you put it this way, I have the world with a sword in my hand.

    Seemingly thinking of the comfortable life of wielding swords in the future, Yang Fengnian felt a little carried away for a moment, stroking his chin and laughing.

    However, after a moment, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something and stopped his smile without any warning.

    The joy in his eyes quickly faded. After shrugging his shoulders, he said to himself: "Even if you can make me invincible, I still have to fight by myself! If I can't do it anymore, use your power if you can't.  Then when can I reach the state of immortality!"

    With these words, after waving away the lingering feeling in his heart, the sword spirit, whose eyes were higher than his head, nodded repeatedly in praise.

    With such a psyche, I am indeed not with the wrong person.

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