Inverse Sword God

The King of Swords looks like a mountain, standing between the heaven and the earth.

His deep eyes revealed endless majesty, like an ancient god overlooking all living beings.

After hearing Lin Xuan's request, his originally stern face sank slightly, and his black hair moved with the wind, exuding a powerful aura.

"I can give you one or two, but no more."

King Sword's voice was deep and powerful, like a bell resounding throughout the world.

"You just said it, the more you practice swordsmanship, the harder it will be to combine it."

"You are extremely talented, and you will have the opportunity to reach the realm of Hedao in the future."

"I can't let you end up in danger because of your greed."

Lin Xuan frowned slightly and said eagerly: "My situation is different,"

"Senior! I have a belief in my heart that even if I integrate thousands of swordsmanship, I can still succeed in the final union."

King Jiantian shook his head slightly, with a hint of determination in his expression.

"In this world, except for the legendary fourth-generation Dragon Sword Master, who can successfully combine thousands of swordsmanship,"

"No one can do it otherwise."

"Don't think that you can go against the will of heaven if you have a passion for it."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, and an invisible pressure spread from his body.

The surrounding space seemed to be slightly distorted.

Lin Xuan, his eyes were like lightning, his posture was as tall as a pine tree, and his clothes were making a rustling sound.

He said confidently, "If the fourth generation Great Dragon Sword Master can do it, I, Lin Xuan, can do it too!"

King Jiantian stared at him, a complicated look flashed in his eyes,

There is both admiration for his courage and helplessness for his innocence.

"It is rare for you to have such confidence."

"But once the avenue is formed, it is difficult to turn back."

“It’s easy to merge kendo.

"But if you want to peel it off, it will be extremely difficult to achieve."

"Unless you die,"

"Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to erase the power of the great avenue while preserving your cultivation."

Lin Xuan's heart froze, and his face was full of depression.

He originally wanted to use this reason to persuade King Sword King to retreat, but now he was rejected by the other party.

And the other party was so kind-hearted that he was speechless for a moment.

After pondering for a moment, his eyes flashed and he looked for another explanation: "Senior, even if I get many kendo fruits, I don't use them all for myself."

"I can exchange it for other treasures, and I hope senior will fulfill his wish."

The King of Swords was unmoved and still shook his head, "You already have three divine swords in your hands, don't be greedy for more."

"I promise that if you encounter difficulties in the future, I will come to your rescue."

"As for the fruits of swordsmanship, these are left by quasi-emperor Kunpeng for future generations and should not be given lightly."

Lin Xuan was about to say more, but when he heard the word "descendants", he had an idea.

He suddenly waved his sleeves, and suddenly a Kunpeng phantom rose into the sky and enveloped him.

The phantom was lifelike, exuding an ancient and powerful Kunpeng aura, as if it could tear the world apart.

In an instant, the surrounding spiritual energy surged like a tide, forming streams of divine power visible to the naked eye.

Howling and hovering in the void.

When King Jiantian saw this, his expression suddenly changed.

Two rays of intense light emitted from his eyes, locking tightly onto the Kunpeng phantom.

His figure trembled slightly, and a powerful aura erupted instantly, like a sleeping volcano suddenly waking up.

"How do you have such power?"

"This is the power of pure Kunpeng. Only Kunpeng's bloodline can possess it. Where did you come from?"

As he spoke, the robes on his body rustled, and a terrifying murderous intention surged from the bottom of his heart.

permeating the surrounding space,

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, as if entering an icy hell.

Lin Xuan's heart trembled, but his face remained calm and composed, and he said loudly: "Senior, please don't get me wrong, I am definitely not the one who kills the Kunpeng bloodline."

"I am a close friend with the descendants of Kunpeng, and I once saved them from danger."

"He led me here and gave me this Kunpeng phantom before leaving for self-defense."

"At this moment, he has penetrated deep into the core of the ruins."

"Senior, if you have any doubts, you can go and explore."

He stood with his head held high, his eyes firm and devoid of fear.

Unmoved by Sword King's murderous intent.

King Jiantian stared at Lin Xuan, his eyes as bright as a torch, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

After a moment, he slowly put away his murderous intention and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Since I haven't hurt Kunpeng's descendants, let's forget about it."

After saying that, he looked at the Kunpeng phantom again, nodded slightly,

"For the sake of Kunpeng's descendants, I can give you some of the fruits of the sword."

"Thank you, senior." Lin Xuan clasped his fists in salute, feeling secretly happy in his heart.

Not everything, but something is better than nothing.

The Sword Heavenly King moved and rose into the sky like a stream of light, instantly standing in the void.

He danced his hands and pinched the magic formula, and a vast force poured down like a celestial river, covering Lin Xuan.

With a gentle tug, he brought it to his side.

At this time, the Sword Heavenly King's whole body was filled with sword energy, which was like real sword energy, spreading around like turbulent waves.

Wherever it went, the space vibrated and roared.

"Everyone, leave the Kendo Island within ten seconds, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"

The voice of King Sword was like thunder, making the whole world tremble.

That voice contains supreme majesty and powerful power,

It echoed endlessly over the island, causing the sword gods below to exclaim,

I saw the sword gods on the island all looking pale.

Some were so shocked by this powerful sound wave that they vomited blood.

Some were standing unsteadily, staggering from side to side.

Everyone looked up, their eyes full of fear and confusion.

"Who is this? He has such a terrifying power!"

"There are many treasures on the island, the sword fruit and the magic sword are all here, how can we easily give them up?"

Everyone was hesitant, and noisy voices came one after another.

However, some wiser sword gods knew the horror of this power and did not dare to stop for a moment.

They turned around and rode the flying sword into the sky,

turning into streams of light and disappearing in the sky.

They knew that the person who could make such a powerful sound was definitely not something they could contend with.

That must be a peerless strongman beyond the 90th level.

Staying here would only lead to death.

Ten seconds passed in a flash, and most people had fled.

But there were still a few people who were lucky enough to try to get opportunities in this dangerous place.

They held the magic swords tightly in their hands, with greed and fear in their eyes,

their bodies trembling slightly but pretending to be calm.

Seeing that some people were still staying, the Sword King snorted coldly.

The sound was like an ice knife that could tear the void.

He waved his sleeves violently, and in an instant, countless sword qi swept away like locusts.

These sword qi crisscrossed, and each one contained the power to destroy the world.

Like a peerless sharp blade, it instantly enveloped the island.

Then the Sword Gods who were staying widened their eyes in horror, and before they could react, the sword qi was already approaching them.

The bodies of the Sword Gods were like paper, and were easily pierced by the sword qi.

Then the whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist,

leaving only endless silence and a terrifying aura permeating this Sword Dao Island. (End of this chapter)