Destiny Martial God

In Xianyang City!

"puff!"

When a master at the pinnacle of the ninth level of the Martial Emperor reluctantly wanted to take back his natal sword, a trace of invisible power directly cut off the connection between him and his natal sword.

The injury that hit his mind instantly made him spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face immediately turned pale as paper.

"My Qing'er!"

A strong man at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint was vomiting essence and blood while calling for his natal sword in grief.

"What the hell is going on?"

A quasi-Martial Master in the void ignored the blood stains remaining at the corner of his mouth and watched his natal sword, which he had carefully cultivated for a hundred years, fly quickly to Jianying's head. He couldn't help but roar to the sky.

Seeing countless swords exuding a fierce aura being forcibly gathered above Jianying's head, and gradually condensing into a giant sword dragon about a kilometer long, the Yuanzu from Tianwu Sect said to himself with an ugly expression.

"Just to save the Heavenly Sword, which has inherited the destiny of swordsmanship, you would rather sacrifice the sword that tens of thousands of swordsmen have worked hard to refine and maintain. Aren't you afraid that the hundreds of millions of warriors in Tianxuan Continent will abandon the swordsmanship!"

"Ancestor, what is going on?" Teng Yunjie, who also lost his natal sword and immediately took the medicine to treat mental trauma, asked with a gloomy face after hearing his ancestor's muttering to himself.

Faced with Teng Yunjie's questioning, Yuanzu just shook his head and did not explain why countless natal swords were out of control just now.

But at this moment, he felt extremely lucky in his heart. He was lucky that he was not a pure swordsman. Otherwise, losing his natal magical weapon that had reached the highest level would not only weaken his own strength, but also affect the quasi-Martial Emperor. The three tribulations of the realm.

Seeing the luck of the sword forcefully severing the soul-melting relationship between countless swordsmen and their natal swords, Yu Haoran quickly retracted his white stick, with a flash of understanding in his eyes.

The reason why the luck of swordsmanship can be ranked first in the luck of martial arts branch is entirely because of the belief of hundreds of millions of sword cultivators in Tianxuan Continent.

If all the billions of sword cultivators abandon the way of swordsmanship, then the luck of the swordsmanship will not only be weakened, but it is also likely to disappear completely.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed because I had to bear the heavy pressure of sword luck.

At the same time, a plan gradually formed in his mind to completely weaken the luck of the sword, but he still needed to discuss it with the tower spirit to see if it was feasible.

"well!"

After also noticing what the sword luck had done, Xuanyuan Artifact Spirit, who was desperately resisting the suppression of the tower spirit, suddenly sighed, then withdrew the power of the attack, allowing the tower spirit to fully suppress it, and was directly taken into the domain tower.

"Xuanyuan, nothing in this world can exist forever, not even the invisible destiny formed by the branches of martial arts."

Although the Xuanyuan Sword was stored in the body domain tower, facing the Xuanyuan Artifact Spirit that had given up resistance, the Tower Spirit did not suppress it. Instead, it allowed the Artifact Spirit Xuanyuan to appear in Yu Haoran's sea of ​​consciousness.

After seeing a trace of sadness in Xuanyuan's eyes, the tower spirit who came to him comforted him.

"Swordsmanship is still the first branch of martial arts formed when the world first opened. It has been tempered in three periods of ancient times, medieval times and modern times. Not only has it not been weakened at all, but it has become the most powerful destiny among the thousands of branches of martial arts. ”

Ta Ling's kind words of comfort predicted the fate of the sword, which made Xuanyuan retort feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Ta Ling, even if you and I are destroyed in immeasurable calamities in the future, the luck of the sword will never disappear."

The tower spirit, who was not unhappy because of Xuanyuan's retort, asked with a look of reminiscence in his eyes as he looked at the giant sword dragon whose sword luck was about to condense into a thousand meters.

"Xuanyuan, do you still remember the Mace Dao that could compete with the Sword Dao Chamber in the Middle Ages!"

When he heard Ta Ling mention the Mace Way in the Middle Ages, Xuanyuan, who was staring at the giant sword dragon, immediately took a few steps back, and his face turned as pale as a piece of paper.

"Xuanyuan, as you just said, the way of swordsmanship may never disappear, but I believe that Yu Haoran can suppress the way of swordsmanship and never raise its head. Even his survival is only a matter of his thoughts." Ignoring the blow to his mind. In Xuanyuan, Ta Ling looked at Yu Haoran with relief and said with confidence.

Reluctantly adjusting his mind after being hit, Xuanyuan sneered in disbelief, and then continued to pay attention to the sword dragon where the sword energy was condensed. He was suddenly attracted by a young man rushing towards the sword energy dragon.

Lu Yuan, that evil swordsman genius who used his own blood as a guide, made a blood oath based on the rules of heaven, and was willing to protect Haoran for the rest of his life.

Of course, what really attracted Xuanyuan's attention was not Lu Yuan's demonic swordsmanship talent, nor his courage to fear the sword dragon, but his destiny of swordsmanship that had not been taken away by his swordsmanship.

"Dark Sword!"

The means to resist the luck of the sword and seize the natal sword by force, or rely on strong strength to resist the luck of the sword, just like his own Xuanyuan Sword.

Either it is the three swords of heaven, earth, and man, which have a special relationship with the luck of the sword.

Who are the three swords of heaven, earth and man? Xuanyuan has already seen them in the Tianjian Sect. They are not the Lu Yuan who is rushing towards the sword dragon in front of him.

Not even the powerful man who was in the quasi-Martial Emperor realm hidden in the clouds and mist could resist the fate of being deprived of his sword by his luck in swordsmanship. Lu Yuan, whose cultivation was only at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint, certainly did not have this kind of strength.

Then, he can only be the legendary fourth sword that can seize the fortune of the three swords of heaven, earth, and man: the Dark Sword.

"Ta Ling, Yu Haoran is willing to destroy your carefully refined natal sword, and also forcefully kill Jian Ying. Is he trying to protect the smooth growth of the Dark Sword?" After thinking of Lu Yuan's true identity, Xuanyuan, with all kinds of thoughts flashing through his mind, shouted with a hint of excitement.

"What do you think!" Ta Ling asked back with a smile.

"I know!" Nodding, the disappointment and sadness on Xuanyuan's face were immediately replaced by excitement, and a hint of expectation appeared in his eyes when he looked at Lu Yuan.

"Kendao Qiyun, I don't care how many swordsmen's natal swords you plan to take away, but you can't cut off the relationship between my master and his natal sword." Lu Yuan rushed to the front of the sword dragon and roared fiercely.

Yu Haoran, who was afraid that Lu Yuan would have an accident, appeared beside him in an instant, holding the stick in his hand and glaring at the sword dragon.

Perhaps because of Lu Yuan's identity as the Dark Sword, or perhaps because of the strong pressure brought by Yu Haoran, a milky white sword suddenly flew out of the giant sword dragon formed by the sword's luck.

The milky white sword instantly appeared in front of Jian Yu, and then quickly merged into his Dantian.

Then, a special power fluctuation, while healing Jian Yu's mental trauma, restored the connection between him and his natal sword.

Looking at the natal sword that returned to Jian Yu's Dantian, Jian Yuan's pale face revealed a trace of envy and jealousy.