Chapter 90: Thirteen Deadly Swords
The happiness and pain between people are never shared.
It was as if no one could imagine what kind of torture the three .
The whole world has been lost in their eyes .
Only one sword was left.
A sword that could take their lives at any time, but chose not to do so.
The magic skills that he used to run rampant in the past had the ability to move the sky and the earth, and could quickly heal injuries. Of course, the ones he took were the lives of the Youquan Sect disciples who practiced the same martial arts.
But... who cares?
The martial arts of the Youquan Sect have always been about defeating the weak with the strong.
Those in a lower position will always be ants.
They can treat ordinary disciples of the Youquan Sect in this way, and the Second Division Master can treat them in the same way.
The leader of Youquan Sect is high and mighty, so naturally he can do whatever he wants to all the disciples in Youquan Sect.
To them, this is a natural thing.
What's more, they believe that this is an opportunity to dedicate themselves to their religion.
From now on, I live for him and he lives for teaching.
This is what is meant by, there is no death in the netherworld and no drying up in the underworld.
In a sense, the Youquan Sutra actually connects the entire Youquan Sect from top to bottom into a whole.
Instead of being alarmed by this, they are proud and complacent.
But today... this proud and complacent magic power did not give them the slightest sense of security.
Even if he exerted his full strength, he could only become a tool for them to survive.
Just because of the sword in front of him that makes the heaven and earth pale in comparison.
The three of them no longer knew how long they had persisted, nor did they know what parts of their bodies were missing.
It could be an arm, a leg, a palm, or even a nose or an ear.
Each of Su Mo's swords took away something from them.
But try to control it as much as possible and not take their lives.
Su Mo hoped to be able to use the fifteenth sword, because he didn't know if he would have such a good opportunity again in the future.
And the three great Lords... they just want to live.
In fact, it is no exaggeration to say that there has never been a moment when they understand more about what... Youquan is than now!
It was as if I was in an endlessly dark environment, enduring torture from all directions, and tens of millions of years had passed.
Finally, Su Mo smiled.
With a smile on his face, he swung his sword again.
And this is already the fifteenth sword!
At the moment when Su Mo made his fifteenth move, the three great commanders suddenly felt that the world in front of them became clear again.
It was no longer hazy, but only solemn and solemn.
There is no other feeling except the sword.
This made them feel as if they had a chance.
In the battle of life and death, a moment is eternity.
The three great commanders are all experts in this field, so they will naturally not give up any chance.
Immediately, the three great magic powers were activated, and in an instant, the disciples in Xuanji Valley screamed in agony.
This really surprised the righteous people.
How come the guy on the other side just died while fighting?
I was so confused that for a moment I even wondered if I had practiced some magical skill that I didn't even know about.
In just a few moments, a torrent of blood appeared around the three commanders, flowing around the three of them.
As it boils, it turns into huge waves that roll endlessly.
Wei Ziyi's pupils contracted:
"Blood waves surge!"
Now it has come to the most critical moment. The three great command masters mobilized their internal strength and exerted their full strength to create a huge wave of blood, which, guided by the blood and qi of more than a hundred Youquan Sect disciples, swept in with a loud bang.
And Su Mo's sword also stabbed out at this time!
This sword is actually not gorgeous.
It doesn't have much sword energy.
But extremely pure.
Pure to the point of simplicity.
Simple to ordinary.
It was so ordinary that it seemed like just a simple stab.
He easily pierced through the surging blood wave formed by the three great magic powers.
It was as if it was not a wave of blood, nor a special skill, but just an ordinary piece of red silk.
Once the sword passes, it will naturally split into two sides without any effort!
Then, the sword moved forward and pierced the necks of two more people.
However, it was unclear whether he took the initiative to pierce the necks of the two men, or whether the two men put their necks in front of his sword and died under his sword voluntarily.
Finally, the sword pierced into the throat of the Tibetan master .
Everything is simple and makes sense.
It’s as if this is just the simplest truth between heaven and earth.
And this... is the principle of death!
This is a sword of death. It is drawn for no other reason than to take someone's life.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Master Zangming was not dead yet for a moment. There was no light in his eyes, and it seemed that only one obsession was left.
"Thirteen Deadly Swords."
Su Mo grinned: "Thank you all for your cooperation, which finally allowed me to use this last sword."
Su Mo was quite satisfied with this sword attack.
Three days ago, he delivered this escort to Liu Suifeng.
Then on the second day, the system settlement was completed, and what was finally obtained was the Thirteen Deadly Swords!
The system reward is, naturally, the swordsmanship that has reached the pinnacle.
But the problem is, no matter how Su Mo tried to deduce this sword technique in his mind, it felt far worse.
Occasionally I would use my fingers to make sword gestures, but I still felt that it didn't do anything to scratch the itch.
Finally he realized that he needed an opponent.
Although Xuanji Valley lacks everything, it has no shortage of opponents.
But this opponent must have some skills. If you can't let him use all fifteen swords, he will still be one level short of mastering the Thirteen Deadly Swords.
In fact, in his opinion, the best option would be if the Lord of the Blood Sea Tribe and the three great Lords of Command joined forces.
However, Liu Suifeng still had some hatred towards the leader of the Blood Sea Tribe, so Su Mo could only choose the remaining three leaders to test his sword.
Finally, after experiencing many twists and turns, Su Mo used his strongest fifteenth sword.
"Unfortunately, I still feel unsatisfied."
Su Mo sighed. The power of this sword had not yet been fully exerted. It could only be calculated to be one-tenth or one-twelfth of it.
But he also understood it, because he had been holding back since the seventh sword.
Otherwise, these three people would not last until the fifteenth sword, and might have died by the eighth or ninth sword.
Especially with the fourteenth sword, what Su Mo released was no longer water, but the sea!
As a result, the final fifteenth sword is naturally lacking a lot.
In other words, the fifteenth sword is now the limit that the three great commanders can sustain.
But even so, with this move, Su Mo also has the power of the Thirteen Deadly Swords under his control.
While Su Mo was speaking, he slowly pulled the sword out of Zangming Zhenren's throat. But at this moment, Zangming Zhenren's body, which was still breathing, suddenly shriveled and twisted, and turned into a mummy in the blink of an eye.
Blood gushed out from the Baihui acupoint of the corpse and connected into a line.
Su Mo looked for the clue and saw the leader of the Blood Sea Tribe. He activated the Blood Sea Heaven-Mending Record and integrated the blood and energy into himself before flying away.
Liu Suifeng's sword energy rolled and followed closely behind.
Su Mo hesitated for a moment and followed.
Yang Xiaoyun naturally followed closely behind Su Mo.
Wei Ziyi also wanted to join in the fun, but suddenly looked at the person who borrowed the sword.
The man who borrowed the sword had no intention of following to borrow the sword. He turned around and walked out of Xuanji Valley.
"You don't want to borrow the sword?"
Wei Ziyi felt like she had seen a ghost.
Su Mo didn't know, but she knew how big a fuss this person had made in order to borrow the sword.
The many sects in East City have long been fed up with this man, but are helpless.
The man who borrowed the sword paused for a moment, turned his head to look at Wei Ziyi, and grinned: "I have already borrowed it."
"???"
Wei Ziyi was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused.
"What I wanted to borrow...was never a sword."
The man who borrowed the sword turned around and said, "Tell him that I owe him a favor. If he has the chance to go to the Sword-Dividing Cliff in the future, I will treat him to a drink and personally forge him a good sword."
As the words fell, something flew towards Wei Ziyi.
It was a small sword the size of a palm, with two words engraved on the sword: Divide the Sword!
"Mo Cang Mountain, Sword-Dividing Cliff... Are you from Beichuan Yangjianlu!?"
Wei Ziyi's expression suddenly changed.
