Nine Turns Sword God

"Sword box?"

Chu Shaoyang asked doubtfully: "Is my mother also a sword cultivator?"

"I guess so."

Hongyi chuckled: "She just taught Wuya Sword Master a few moves."

Chu Shaoyang was stunned!

Can you teach Wuya Sword Master to practice sword, can you be called a sword cultivator?

It's simply shocking!

"Look at your surprise."

Hongyi's face became serious: "Practicing one way and stepping into the Zhenwu realm is just the beginning."

"Only when you reach the Saint King realm and become a saint with the sword can you be considered a true sword cultivator."

She paused and looked Chu Shaoyang up and down: "Little guy, what kind of power do you plan to use to become a saint?"

Chu Shaoyang was confused.

"He doesn't understand this yet."

Chu Xue said calmly: "Becoming a saint is a prerequisite for entering the Saint King realm."

"If you are a sword cultivator and have achieved the level of Supreme Sword Heart, you can try to become a saint with a sword."

"After entering the Saint King realm, your sword moves will have a qualitative leap, far surpassing the True Martial Realm by several times."

"Of course, there are thousands of ways to become a saint, not just the sword, it also depends on what you are good at."

Hong Yi took over the conversation: "Your mother became a saint with sword and body, and was known as the number one person in Dongzhou."

"You won't be weaker than her, right?"

Chu Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled confidently: "How could it be?"

"In addition to sword and body, I also have formation and alchemy!"

Hong Yi nodded with relief: "If your mother were here, she would definitely be very happy to see you have this ability."

She suddenly got up and left, and quickly brought back a slender wooden box and handed it to Chu Shaoyang.

"Open it and take a look."

Chu Shaoyang opened the wooden box in confusion.

In the box was a sword box, slightly longer than his arm.

It was covered with rust, tattered, and had many gaps.

"Is this...really my mother's?"

Chu Shaoyang looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see the power of this sword box at all.

Isn't it just a rusty broken sword box?

It's not even a spiritual weapon.

Hongyi was not surprised by his reaction: "You, you are too ignorant."

"The artifact needs to drip blood to recognize the master before it can exert its original power."

Artifact!

Chu Shaoyang exclaimed directly!

Looking at the entire Dongzhou, there are only a handful of artifacts.

This tattered sword box in front of him is actually a divine weapon?

He separated his palms and dripped blood on the sword box.

Buzz——

The sword box suddenly trembled, and after absorbing the blood, it lit up with brilliant golden light!

A heart-pounding breath instantly filled the entire room!

The sword box slowly rose into the air and floated in front of Chu Shaoyang.

Nine golden lights gushed out from the nine gaps and flowed rapidly.

Like nine giant dragons, the sword is full of power and momentum!

"This is a sixth-grade artifact, the Nine Dragon Sword Box."

"Your mother once used it to kill seven sword saints, and it was forged with the power of seven artifacts."

"Unfortunately, when your mother gave it to me, the sword box was already badly damaged. Now it can barely be considered a first-grade artifact."

"Since that meeting, I haven't seen your mother again. I don't know what happened back then."

Mentioning this, Hongyi was also very curious about what happened back then.

Chu Shaoyang stroked the sword box gently, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

It was as if the sword box was his third hand, which could be activated with just a thought.

He asked curiously, "Isn't Sword Saint a title below Sword Master?"

"According to the news I heard, it seems that it is not difficult for mother to kill Sword Saint."

Hongyi sneered, "This Sword Saint is not that Sword Saint."

"Those sword cultivators in Dongzhou call themselves saints, but they are just showing off their skills in front of experts."

"The Sword Saint your mother killed was a person who became a saint through the sword. How can they be confused?"

Chu Shaoyang took a breath.

Killing seven sword saints!

My mother's strength is too terrifying!

He became more and more curious about who his mother was.

"By the way, your mother left a message."

Hongyi smiled and said, "After repairing the sword box, you will get a set of exercises and clues to find the magic sword."

"When you collect a complete set, you should be at the same level as your mother back then."

Chu Shaoyang was about to burst with this news!

"Who is my mother?"

"Who are you?"

"What about my father?"

Hong Yi chuckled and said, "Little guy, that's your own business. You have to find it yourself."

"As for my identity, you will know it when you go to Taichu Saint Palace."

She waved her hand and told the servants, "Send you away."

Soon, the servants took Chu Shaoyang and the other two out of Qianji Pavilion.

Chu Shaoyang stopped at the door, his mind in a mess.

Chu Xue said lightly, "Don't think about it if you can't figure it out."

"Your mother must have encountered something and is now somewhere in Taichu Saint Palace."

"Only by going to Taichu Saint Palace can you have a chance to solve the mystery."

Chu Shaoyang nodded, "My strength is not enough."

"The emergence of the Three Saints' Mysterious Realm is a good opportunity for me to improve my strength."

Chu Xue sighed with emotion, "Go."

"Remember to protect the princess. Lord Renhuang asked her to go so that she could experience it."

"In the future, she will be a person who walks out of Qingtian."

Zhuge Tingxue was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood something.

Chu Shaoyang also understood the meaning of the words.

Zhuge Cang's heart was on Qingtian, and his foundation was damaged, so he could no longer break through the Saint King realm.

Zhuge Tingxue was different.

She was born with a sword body, one in a million!

She should go to a wider world instead of staying in the Qingtian Empire.

"Let's go."

Chu Shaoyang smiled and left with Zhuge Tingxue.

Chu Xue looked at the backs of the two people leaving and sighed again.

If she had Chu Shaoyang's talent, it would be great...

...

Flying boat ferry.

Chu Shaoyang and Zhuge Tingxue disguised themselves and came to the ferry. After paying the spirit stone, they boarded the flying boat.

As soon as they stepped onto the deck, they saw a group of warriors surrounding a person and flattering him.

"Brother Chen, it's only been a short day, and you have climbed to the 862nd place on the Thousand Kill List?"

"The people in Qisha City are all crazy, and the weakest is also the sixth level of the True Martial Realm, which is comparable to the heads of the third-rate ancient clans in the capital."

"It's only been a day, you have a chance to hit the top 100!"

Chu Shaoyang immediately became interested and moved over.

He soon understood the rules of Qisha City.

Thousand Kill List

Only those who have killed warriors or monsters above the sixth level of the Zhenwu Realm can be included in the list.

The first warrior to complete a thousand kills has the qualification to challenge the city lord and control the entire Qisha City!

And the warrior in front of him, named Chen Zhongyun, is temporarily ranked 862nd.

His strength is already at the peak of the seventh level of the Zhenwu Realm.

"A mere 862nd, is it strong?"

Suddenly, a contemptuous voice sounded in the crowd.

Chen Zhongyun's face changed, and he snorted coldly: "Who is so arrogant?"

He turned his head to look.

I saw a man in red walking in the crowd, his body full of blood.

Chu Shaoyang frowned suddenly.

This man's clothes are not red, but stained with blood!

There is also a strong murderous intent, almost condensed into substance!

The crowd was frightened by his murderous intent and automatically made way.

When he saw the man in red, Chen Zhongyun no longer had any contempt, and was trembling with fear!

"You, you are the 673rd on the Thousand Kills List!"

"Crazy Fist Jiang Long!"