Chapter 497 Liu Ci Asks for the Sword

"Again, you can't."

Nan Trend looked like a child at this time, the gesture of wagging his fingers looked a little cute, but with the weird smile on his pale face, he looked terrible: "But you are said to be the strongest in Chaotian Continent, I will give you a chance to challenge."

"Say it again, you're going to die."

Liu Ci smiled and said: "I am the head of Qingshan, so naturally I am invincible in the world."

Nan Chi laughed and said, "How did you kill me when your ancestors, masters, and uncles didn't do it?"

Liu Ci said: "Of course I will kill you with a sword."

Nan Chi looked at him and said pityingly, "But you don't even have a sword."

Hearing this sentence, practitioners of various sects were in an uproar.

Until today, the practitioners on Chaotian Continent did not know about this matter.

The sword came out of the green hills, but as the head of the green hills, the real Liu Ci didn't have his own sword?

Yes, Liu Ci's biggest frustration is that he doesn't have a sword.

Back then when he was sent back to Qingshan from Zhongzhou, he could only step on the sword cloud and float slowly in the sky, wasn't that the reason.

"The next battle is not a real contest, but my guidance to you."

Nan Chi looked at Liu Ci, his eyes became warmer and he said: "How can there be a way without a sword? Only I can solve this problem, worship under my door, I can spare you from dying."

To be able to guide the head of Qingshan sect in the way of swordsmanship, for him who aspires to surpass Qingshan sect in his life, is the most perfect picture before he dies.

Of course Nan Chi knew that Liu Ci would not agree to this request, and he would teach him in a more direct way.

At the same time, let practitioners all over the world know who is the real number one in swordsmanship.

Liu Ci has already stepped out of the six-star sword formation and entered the sky.

Nan Trendy's figure disappeared suddenly, and the next moment he came to Liu Ci with countless sword glows.

He didn't draw a sword, the sword ghost boy himself was a sword.

Liu Ci didn't draw out his sword either, because he didn't have a sword, so he stretched out his broad palms, bringing out countless sword intents from heaven and earth, forming a formation to meet them.

There was a soft buzz.

Those hundreds of green mountain flying swords hovering in the sky like raindrops trembled, and those real rainwater instantly turned into powder and disappeared without a trace.

Nan Chi floated lightly in the sky, his figure was hard to tell whether it was true or false, like a ghost or a fairy.

A splash of water suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea, and Liu Ci stepped on the sword cloud and floated towards the sky again.

He was drenched all over, and there were tears all over his clothes, with blood stains faintly visible.

The head of Qingshan is recognized as the strongest in the Chaotian Continent, but he was so embarrassingly cut by a sword!

Seeing this scene, all practitioners were shocked and speechless. If at the beginning, some people still thought that Nan Chi's Sword Demon Way was terrifying and might not be better than Master Liu Ci, now people finally understand that the ancestor of Wudao is indeed the ancestor of Wudao!

Looking at Liu Ci flying back from the sea, Nan Chi's face was full of complex emotions, it was the joy of fulfilling a long-cherished wish, and also the invincible emptiness.

"Back then, Dao Yuan felt that I was too murderous and refused to accept me. I was not convinced. I met the previous generation of immortals overseas and made new ideas. Finally, I surpassed him in the way of the sword... He thought that he would use the Qingshan Sword Formation to kill my Dao tree and seize my first child sword, so he wanted to kill my way of the sword, but is this possible?"

Nan Chi said with emotion: "I practiced bitterly in Wushima for hundreds of years, and finally practiced the most perfect way of swordsmanship. With sword ghosts as people and people as swords, I am now invincible in the world!"

Liu Ci wiped the blood from his beard with his sleeve, and said, "Sneak attack and transcendence are two concepts."

Hearing this sentence, Nan Chi became angry, and said sharply: "No matter what, I have won! I have finally proved that my swordsmanship is far better than your Qingshan's swordsmanship!"

Thousands of years ago, the boy from the south wanted to worship under Dao Yuan, the head of Qingshan, but was rejected. What he wants to do the most in his long practice career is to destroy Qingshan, and prove to everyone, including the dead Daoyuan Daoist, that even without Qingshan, he can still practice the ultimate swordsmanship, even surpassing Qingshan!

Back then, Sun Wangsun accepted Liu as his disciple at the age of ten, and what the Sword God of the West Sea has done all these years is to prove this point.

In the end, it was the former boy who accomplished this goal himself.

"You lost to me today, and then Qingshan will continue to lose until it finally perishes. I have seen that day."

Nan Chi looked at Liu Ci, with a cold and hot light in his eyes, "The decline of Qingshan starts from this moment."

Bu Qiuxiao said that in the war in the practice world, individual practitioners are of little significance, unless they are big things in the sky-reaching realm.

South trend is such a person.

And Xihai Sword God stood like a statue in the sky behind him.

The strength of this pair of masters and apprentices is probably only comparable to that of Master Jingyang and Master Taiping in the past thousand years.

If either of Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing died in the West Sea, the Qingshan sect could only close the mountain like the Wuenmen.

For the Qingshan Sect, the best way to deal with it now is for Liu Ci to go back to the six-star sword formation and wait for the Qingshan sword formation to fall and kill Nan Chi.

The problem is that it is tantamount to admitting that Qingshan Kendo is not as good as Kirishima's line after all.

Qing Shanzong's options rarely include admitting defeat, not to mention their opponent today is Kirishima.

Liu Ci looked at Nan Chi and said, "Your proof is not enough."

This is what it means to fight again.

No one is optimistic about Liu Ci, not even his allies such as Daze and Xuanlingzong.

Reverend Liu Ci has always been considered the strongest in the Chaotian Continent, but Nan Chi, the ancestor of Wushima...is really too strong.

It takes time to practice and cultivate. Nan Chi's seniority is extremely high, his realm is extremely deep, and he was the strongest in the world back then.

Now he has created a new way of the sword ghost, and he is already a half-immortal!

The most frightening thing is that Nan Chi is here to die.

When a sword fairy decides to go all out and become a ghost, no one can defeat him.

When he wanted to use his own life in exchange for the failure of the Green Mountain Sect, no one could stop him.

If Liu Ci was defeated by his sword, what should Qingshanzong do?

Zhao Layue thought to herself that after escaping back to Qingshan, she would have to retreat for a hundred years.

Liu Shisui thought to himself, it seems that he really wants to study hard in Yi Mao Zhai, try to reach the sky as soon as possible, and then return to Qingshan to revive the family.

Zhuo Rusui thought to himself, fuck your grandma.

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When Liu Ci was killing Nan Chi at sea, Jing Jiu was also killing Nan Chi in the ruined temple on the barren mountain.

He held Nan Chi's hand, exerted a little force, and more sword lights emerged from the place where the two hands touched, chopping the ruins that had become crumbs into finer particles.

The ground of the barren mountain was cracked, and countless extremely deep cracks appeared, and underground springs could be faintly seen.

The sky also opened, and the cosmic front pierced Nanshi's head in a straight line.

With a soft snap, Nan Chi stretched out his left hand and held the front end of the universe front.

Universe Front was as quiet as a dust-free object, but at this moment it seemed to be vibrating non-stop as if it had life, wanting to cut off Nan Chi's hand.

Nan Chi praised: "Good sword!"

When he said these two words, the white cat's sharp claws had already reached his right eye.

Nan Chi closed his eyes and blocked the blow with his eyelids.

With a sharp rubbing sound, a withered willow tree broke in two on the cliff more than ten miles away.

Unlimited strength gushed out from the old man's skinny body, lifted Jing Jiu's body, and threw it at Nan Wang who was rushing in front of him.

With a loud bang, Nan Wang flew back and fell into the mountains several miles away, splashing countless sand and stones, and a hole could be faintly seen in the smoke and dust.

Nan Chi couldn't get rid of Jing Jiu's hand, so he used him as a weapon and directly blasted Nan Wang into the depths of the cliff!

The white cat let out a strange and terrifying scream, jumped off Jing Jiu's shoulder, hugged Nan Chi's head, and scratched desperately.

If it is scratched by an ordinary domestic cat, at most it will leave a thin red line, but it is Qingshan guarding the white ghost, and every claw is waiting like a sword!

The barren mountain was full of light and terrifying sword intent, the cliff mountain collapsed, and the smoke and dust billowed up.

Nan Wang's angry voice sounded from outside the smoke and dust: "I call you your ancestor!"

Holding the Jinse sword in both hands, she rose through the air and slashed towards the top of Nan Chi's head.

With a blank expression on his face, Nan Trend held Jing Jiu and threw the Jinse sword at him.

There was another loud bang, and Nan Wang flew out again, knocking down half of the rocky mountain, making it difficult to climb up.

In the smoke and dust, the white cat was still attacking crazily, like a sharp white light, and the cat screamed endlessly, as if calling spring.

Nan Chi let out a muffled snort, held the Jing Jiu and threw it towards it, it was like a rainstorm, and within a few breaths, he smashed hundreds of strokes.

There was only a miserable meow, the white cat was hit by Jing Jiu and fell into the weeds.

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"I didn't expect you, an old devil, to be able to get the Dao in the end. Could it be that the way of swords will eventually lead to the unity of sword and man?"

The voice of Liu Ci sounded again in the sky.

There was no fear in his voice, no coldness before the fight, only calmness and the accompanying confidence and calmness.

He looked at Nan Chi sympathetically and said, "Unfortunately, you are not the first person to take this path."

Creating a new way of swordsmanship is like discovering the truth between heaven and earth. Of course, the first person to do it is the most important.

Practitioners of various sects were a little surprised, but they didn't quite believe it, thinking that Master Liu Ci was trying to disturb the mind of the ancestor Wudao.

They couldn't understand Nan Chi's Dao of the Sword Demon, but they also understood that this terrifying way of swordsmanship was definitely not a secret technique of any sect. Only a kendo wizard like Nan Chi, who has experienced the unique experience of the destruction of the Dao tree, the capture of the first son's sword, and being trapped in the Kirishima Island, can create it after hundreds of years.

With such a condition, let alone the Qingshan Sect, even the entire Chaotian Continent, where can we find another person?

Hearing Liu Ci's words, Nan Chi was a little surprised, then quickly calmed down and said, "Impossible, such a genius idea of ​​swordsmanship, only I can do it."

At that time, his Dao tree was destroyed by Daoyuan Daoist with the Qingshan Sword Dao, and the Chuzi Sword was also taken away, and his realm stagnated, so he was forced to make a dangerous move.

"Your way of swordsmanship is really ingenious. First use the method of restraining the soul of the Southern Barbarians to refine the sword ghost, and then use the Kirishima Yinhuo to refine the body as a sword. It's not bad...

Listening to Liu Ci's words, Nan Chi's face became more and more ugly, because the other party obviously knew his own way of swordsmanship.

"...It's just that Qingshan already has this method."

Xihai is very quiet, only the sound of microwave waves and Liu Ci.

"There is one more thing I want to clarify."

Liu Ci said, "Actually, I have a sword."

Chengtian's scabbard appeared in front of him.

Nan Chi narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "This is the scabbard."

Anyone can see it.

"You need a scabbard if you have a sword. This is a very simple truth."

Liu Ci said: "Please."

He looked towards the south.

This request is for others to hear.

He held Chengtian's scabbard with his left hand, and held it somewhere in the air with his right hand, and slowly pulled it out.

No sword springs from nothing.

The whole world heard a sword cry.

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The barren hills have collapsed, the ruined temples are gone, the weeds have turned to frost, and the wild dust has gradually calmed down.

Numerous very thin white marks appeared on Nan Trendy's face and neck, which looked scary, but the injuries were not serious.

In the wild grass, the white cat licked its paws, which were already stained red with blood, and did not know how many nails were broken.

The worst was Jing Jiu, his face was pale, every pore was bleeding, he looked like a blood man, and he had consumed a lot of sword energy.

The white cat's tooth was half broken, and blood dripped from the corner of its mouth. Instead of biting Nan Chi, it stared at Jing Jiu with complicated eyes.

It didn't speak, but everyone could understand the pleading in its eyes, as if it was asking Jing Jiu to agree to something.

At such a tense moment, I don't know what it wants Jing Jiu to agree to. Could it reverse the whole situation?

What was even more unexpected was that Jing Jiu ignored it and asked Nan Chi seriously a few questions.

"The red lantern is destroyed, and the sword ghost can't return to this body, so which of you is the real you?"

"If you kill this you, will you still be the one who survives?"

"Is that you yourself?"

When you are dying, you suddenly start discussing such an issue, no matter how you look at it, it is very strange.

However, South Trend really gave the answer, and it was obviously after serious thinking: "The one who survived is me."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, "It makes sense."

There was a sword cry in the distance.

That is an invitation.

Please go home.

In the past, no matter how many people died in front of him, he would not accept it.

Today he changed his mind, because he wanted to compare with Nan Chi who is the strongest in swordsmanship.

Aoyama is still Kirishima.

I am still you.

So he accepted Liu Ci's invitation.

Then floated up.