Chapter 298 Wait For A Sword

"Brother Xu, what exactly is that True Spirit of yours?" Meng Liang supported Xu Han's weak aura as he strode towards the direction of the Tian Ce Mansion, but he did not forget to ask.

"That's the Sword Qi of the Heavenly Punishment Sword that entered my body and was refined by my Spiritual Sense. It's hard for me to say exactly what this True Spirit is." Xu Han said with a pale face, but his brows furrowed deeply.

He was connected to the Asura bloodline. Naturally, he could clearly feel that the Asura had been killed by the two experts of the Leaving Dust Realm. However, at the same time, the Asura as a True Spirit would not be completely extinguished because of this. The violent movement of the blood essence in his body at this moment was a good illustration of this point. He didn't know if such a change would bring about any changes to the Heavenly Punishment Sword. He was slightly worried about this.

"Hurry up and leave. The Xingtian Sword is in Ziyu's hands. I'm afraid that something will change." He said.

"Yes." Meng Liang Xin Fang Ziyu's expression naturally changed when he heard Xu Han's words. He nodded heavily and didn't say anything else. However, the speed at which he left with Xu Han was clearly a little faster.

Meng Liang's heart was also filled with many questions. For example, why was Canghai Liuliu's Heavenly Punishment Sword in Xu Han's hands? Another example was Xu Han, Canghai Liuliu, and the Southern Wilderness's Sword Mausoleum. However, in front of Fang Ziyu's safety, all of this was not worth mentioning to Meng Liang.

"This way!"

"Right in front."

…

Xu Han's expression was pale as he commanded Meng Liang. The two of them walked for about fifteen minutes on the quiet streets of Chang'an, and there were no pursuers behind them.

Xu Han thought to himself that perhaps the two experts of the Mortal Realm had paid a high price for killing the Asura True Spirit, which made him feel a little relieved. However, he still didn't dare to relax until he confirmed Fang Ziyu's safety. At this moment, he was already extremely weak. The defeat of the blood-colored Asura had caused a great impact on his mind. She relied on an astonishing willpower to forcefully support herself from fainting.

Another hundred breaths passed.

Zheng!

Suddenly, a loud sword cry came from the depths of the alley, followed by waves of cold aura.

Xu Han and Meng Liang exchanged glances.

It's over there!

This thought appeared in their minds almost at the same time.

Without any hesitation, Meng Liang's speed increased a little.

When they quickly arrived at the alley entrance, the scene was a scarlet sword flying out, his target was a girl sitting on the ground between her eyebrows. On the ground not far away, there was still a dried-up corpse.

"Ziyu!" When Meng Liang saw the girl's appearance clearly, he let out a cry of surprise and was about to step forward.

However, he was seriously injured after all, and because he was worried about Fang Ziyu's condition, he forcibly mobilized his True Essence regardless of the aggravation of his injuries along the way. Seeing that Fang Ziyu was in danger, although he had the intention to rescue him, he had just mobilized his True Essence. A burst of intense pain came from his internal organs, causing his body to freeze in place. However, the blood-colored sword didn't have any intention of waiting for him. He still stubbornly moved forward. In this short moment, he had already arrived at a place less than half an inch away from Fang Ziyu's eyebrows.

Seeing that the tragedy of death was about to happen, Xu Han, who was supported by Meng Liang, suddenly stretched out his hand. He opened his fingers and a scarlet light shone in his eyes.

At that time, the whistling sword seemed to feel something. His speed of advancement suddenly slowed down, and then gradually came to a standstill. Its sword body continued to tremble, as if it was resisting something. Waves of sword cries rippled out from the sword's body. They were long and mournful, like the most terrifying ghost in the world, wailing helplessly before being sealed.

After waiting for the Xing Tian Sword to be unable to resist Xu Han's will in the end, the blood light on the sword finally extinguished after this seemingly short period of time, but in fact, it was extremely long for both Xu Han and Xing Tian Sword.

Clang!

Then, with a crisp sound, the incomparably fierce divine sword fell to the ground like an ordinary iron.

Seeing that Fang Ziyu was out of danger, Meng Liang did not have time to let out a long sigh of relief. Xu Han, who was supported by him, tilted his head and fainted.

In the deserted alleyway of Chang'an City, Fang Ziyu and Meng Liang looked at the dried-up corpse on the ground and then at the Xing Tian Sword lying on the ground silently. They stayed silent for a long time.

…

Winter goes and spring comes, and the snow melts.

To the north of Great Zhou, to the east of Great Xia, and to the west of Chen.

At the foot of Ya Qi Mountain, everything was revived.

Ning Zhumang frowned as he looked at the macheteman sitting quietly at the foot of the mountain.

He had already stayed here with the macheteman for several months. The macheteman said that he wanted to wait for his disciple, so Ning Zhumang accompanied him. The macheteman wanted to teach his apprentice what he had learned in his life. Ning Zhumang was praying for help, waiting for boredom, and wanted to do something. Not only did he wait for the macheteman to finish teaching him everything, he even taught the Thousand Words Sword Scripture of his Exquisite Pavilion to the youth.

This macheteman was a rare saber dao master in this world. Although Ning Zhumang's sword dao cultivation was not outstanding, as the head teacher of the Exquisite Pavilion, he knew how profound the sword dao contained in the Thousand Words Sword Scripture was. In this short period of one or two months, the youth had not only mastered the macheteman's saber techniques, but also had a deep understanding of the Thousand Words Sword Scripture.

Although due to the limitations of his cultivation, many saber and sword techniques could not be used as he wished. However, as time passed, once his cultivation reached that level, Ning Zhumang believed that the saber dao or sword dao that this youth could display would be enough to surpass all his peers in the world.

Ning Zhumang was surprised, but he was also quite happy.

He didn't teach the young man the sword dao on a whim. He sensed a powerful sword intent from the youth's sword. Even as an immortal, Sikong Bai did not possess that sword intent. A sword that had been passed down for thousands of years contained such boundless sword intent. One could imagine how powerful the previous owner of this sword was at that time. Putting aside all this, with the talent that this youth displayed, even if this youth only remembered the little bits of good fortune today, to the Linglong Pavilion that had collapsed now, it might still be a sliver of vitality, and it was unknown.

Of course, all of this was only the last bit of contribution that Ning Zhumang could make to the sect as the head of the Exquisite Pavilion. What troubled him now was what exactly was this macheteman waiting for?

"I say, when can we go up the mountain?" Ning Zhumang looked at the meditating macheteman for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask again.

Seemingly expecting him to ask such a question, a smile suddenly appeared on Gubo's calm face. He raised his head and looked at Ning Zhumang, saying, "Wait a moment."

"Wait for what?" Ning Zhumang frowned. His patience had been completely exhausted during these few months of waiting.

The macheteman thought for a moment and was about to say something, but before he could say anything, he seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the horizon.

Ning Zhumang also raised his head and saw a figure rapidly approaching like a streak of light.

Although he hadn't arrived yet, the sword intent emanating from his body had already whistled over. Even though it was a thousand feet away, Ning Zhumang could still feel the boundlessness of the sword intent.

Ning Zhumang's expression changed. Just as he was secretly wondering which major power in the world could activate such boundless sword intent, the sitting swordsman suddenly stood up.

At that moment, Ning Zhumang heard the macheteman's voice.

"Wait for a sword."

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