But sometimes you only get one chance, and by the time you wake up, the chance is long gone.
Old Monster Qin regretted it too late. He could only stare at the cliff in a daze. Only now did he understand. They didn't come here to steal any sword skills at all, they just came here to experience it.
It's ridiculous that he overestimates his own capabilities and mocks the Shadowless Sword King.
After seeing the incredible sword skills of the Shadowless Sword King, Old Monster Qin was convinced, and the senior couldn't help but blurt out that sentence.
In a world based on strength, there are no clear boundaries between seniors and juniors. Those with lower strength are called seniors with higher strength. Even if they are older than others, there is nothing wrong with them.
"The Shadowless Sword King is indeed unfathomable."
With a sigh of relief, Old Monster Qin glanced at the corpses of the royal children of the Blood Demon Palace on the ground, and his expression changed slightly.
If someone from the Blood Demon Palace died here, someone would definitely come after him. He could no longer live in this place and had to leave quickly.
With a flash of his body, after rolling up the bodies of the two apprentices on the ground, Old Monster Qin jumped into the air and jumped directly off the cliff.
As people mature, they are indeed thoughtful.
Within half a day, the four demons who had originally escaped arrived here with a young man wearing a blood-colored gold-encrusted robe.
"Wang Tian protector, this is how Boss Qin died. He was nailed to the ground without blocking a single move, with no chance of survival."
The Blood Demon Palace regards His Highness as the most respected person. After His Highness, there is also a protector who is very powerful and is usually held by the top masters of the older generation.
Under the guardians are the four guardians. Most of the four guardians are the children of the royal family who failed to compete for His Highness. Their strength cannot be underestimated. Apart from the powerful protector, he can be said to be the second most powerful person in the Demon Palace after His Highness.
Fortunately, Old Monster Qin ran fast, otherwise when the protector came, he would have to pay for his two lives here.
"The Shadowless Sword King, it's him again!"
Wang Tian, the protector of the Blood Demon Palace, said in a deep voice with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Over the years, countless leaders of the demon clan have died at the hands of the Shadowless Sword King. And they all died extremely decisively, with terrifying indifference, leaving no room for negotiation.
All the major demon palaces have put this person on their must-kill list, but this person has always been a dragon.
The knife never sticks to the hand, the person leaves no trace, never gets out of the car, and disappears without a trace.
There is so little real information about him that even if he wanted to ambush him, he would not be able to find him.
"King Protector, there will be a sword ceremony tea party next month, and the Shadowless Sword King should also be there. Do you want to..."
Wang Tian shook his head and said: "No, although the Shadowless Sword King is a headache, he has never taken the initiative to kill the demon, which is not the biggest trouble. This time, our major demon temples are jointly planning the layout, and we can't do it just because of him. The king of swords disrupts the steps."
"Master Protector, the people from the Water Moon Alliance are here."
In the distance, a warship flying with the flag of the Water Moon Alliance was seen flying through the clouds, flying quickly towards this place.
Wang Tian grinned: "You move really fast. Let you jump around for a few days before we leave." Ming-yue-zhong-.365if.|→
The protector gave a mysterious smile and left with the four demons one after another.
In the great era, there are turbulent times, and there are undercurrents surging every moment. A conspiracy in the Tianwu Domain against the leaders of all parties in the Kunlun Realm is slowly laying out the plan.
No matter how this game was set up or who was responsible for it, Xiao Chen, the Shadowless Sword King, just passed by him for the time being and left in a hurry.
After leaving Qingyun City, Xiao Chen went all the way north and landed slowly under a remote plain in the Tianwu Territory.
On the back of the black throne, there are seven magic weapons, and the sky is filled with starlight.
The reason why the chariot turned into a throne is simple, but it is a long and complicated process.
When Xiao Chen reaches this level, the original dragon chariot will definitely not be able to keep up with his cultivation level, and must be improved and refined again.
During the two years on Tianxing Island, Xiao Chen had been doing this, integrating the Seven Deadly Sins and the Reincarnation Battle Flag into the chariot to form a top imperial treasure.
It is extremely difficult to refine.
Fortunately, during those two years, Xiao Chen was in a depressed mood. After jumping off the Imperial Road, he had no interest in martial arts for a long time.
All the time was spent on this, and his selfless investment was coupled with Xiao Chen's intelligence.
It took two full years to finally successfully refine it and name it the Samsara Chariot. It has two forms, one is a chariot form, which is more suitable for traveling long distances and cultivating, and hiding its aura.
The throne form is more focused on combat. It can not only increase momentum and imperial power, but also has many magical effects.
As for the two quasi-emperor-level dragons, Xiao Chen had continuously nourished their souls with dragon souls, cleansed their spirits with dragon energy, and refined their bodies with dragon blood for two years, and they had undergone changes.
At this moment, the sky was gloomy, and not a single person could be seen on this desolate plain.
The black throne slowly descended, as if the destined emperor was ruling the world. On the vast land, countless spiritual beasts were trembling under the pressure, unable to even run.
Xiao Chen waved his hand casually, and many spiritual beasts, as if granted amnesty, stirred up boundless dust and dispersed in all directions.
When all the spiritual beasts were gone, the entire wasteland became completely silent. Even the sound of the wind stopped, creating a strange scene.
Xiao Chen closed his eyes and fell into deep thought, recalling every detail of these years, and the scenes of fighting with many swordsmen emerged one by one.
Among these people, there are old men who are over five hundred years old, some are Emperor Wu who are no more than a hundred years old, some are men and some are women, some are ghosts and some are monsters, and so on. The only thing they have in common is that they are all swordsmen.
Clang, clang, clang!
After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Chen's arrogant blade ejected from his back, and then the magic weapons were unsheathed one after another.
Xiao Chen closed his eyes, and with a casual stroke, he used the object as a weapon. Seven figures walked out of the mud, each holding a magic weapon and practicing their sword skills.
Two years ago, Xiao Chen's Purple Thunder Art had broken through to the ninth level, and the mana in the sea of consciousness had increased again.
When you use your magical powers, you can do whatever you want with ease. I have practiced pointing objects as weapons to the point where I can use them with my hands and use air as weapons.
Seven figures surrounded the throne, each performing sword skills, and the boundless sword light looked after each other, one after another.
But there are too many pictures in his mind, and seven figures are obviously not enough.
In the Qiankun Ring, a long knife flew out, and with a casual stroke, seven or seventy-nine figures jumped out of the air. After catching the long knife, they landed and started practicing the sword.
As the picture in Xiao Chen's mind flashed faster and faster, it was on the desolate plain. The warriors holding long swords can change from ten to ten, from hundred to thousand, and from thousand to thousand.
On the desolate and vast plain, for a time, the sky was filled with sword light, reflecting each other, showing a magnificent picture of thousands of people practicing swordsmanship.
On the ground, faintly, a huge Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram appeared.
Tens of thousands of swordsmen unknowingly split into half and stepped into the yin and yang. The five thousand swordsmen are yin, and the five thousand swordsmen are yang, and their movements slowly become unified.
The yin and yang flowed, each transforming into a dragon, and the thousands of swordsmen, who were originally chaotic and disorderly, looked over vaguely. It seemed like a man was practicing his sword, with two dragons flying up and down, looming.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, and the picture was instantly frozen.
Xiao Chen spent two years refining the throne under his body, and at the same time he also thought about his own way. No matter how he changes, whether he is an immortal, a Buddhist, a martial artist, or a demon, his way has never changed, it is the supreme way.
Relying on the Samsara Chariot, he can travel thousands of miles a day and cross the Tianwu Territory in one day. In three years, he traveled south and north, covering most of Kunlun, and visited many swordsmen.
The Tai Chi Liang Yi sword formation in front of us is the most intuitive harvest. Tai Chi generates two Yi, two Yi generates four images, four images generates Bagua, and Bagua generates all things.
The Liangyi Knife Formation is only the first step in the Tai Chi Knife Path, followed by the Four Symbols, Bagua, and all things.
Click, click, click!
The figures of the swordsmen turned into soil, and the long swords escaped into the Qiankun Ring. The desolate plain returned to calm once again, with only seven swordsmen remaining, holding the Seven Deadly Sins, guarding the seven positions of the throne.
Xiao Chen's eyes fell on a sword on the throne. Although the Seven Deadly Sins were good, the one he loved most was still Yueying.