Chapter 64 Elder Yan’s Destined Divine Sword
"Old Cheng, look at this sword, it should be right?"
In the main hall, the middle-aged man who was originally smiling stopped his smile and looked solemnly at a young man with white hair on the right.
The young man has a handsome face and a tall figure. He is wearing a red black-patterned robe. There is a purple flame engraved on the robe, which is in sharp contrast with his hair.
"Based on my many years of experience in refining weapons..." The young man stared at it twice and nodded, "It should be so."
There was silence in the palace.
"That's interesting. This kid made a random choice and actually chose this ancient sword." The fat old man chuckled, "Not everyone can pull out this ancient sword."
"I think if it is pulled out... what should I say?" The beautiful woman hesitated, "This sword is..."
"That's definitely impossible." The middle-aged man waved his hand firmly.
"I don't think it's possible either." The young man said, "This sword is very special and is far more troublesome than the Seven Ultimate Divine Sword in the center... Once it is pulled out, Elder Yan may show up in person."
The middle-aged man crossed his arms and said confidently:
"Our sword sect has been around for nearly a thousand years, and no one has been able to pull out this sword yet."
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In the sword market.
"Tsk, at first glance, it looks like a very powerful divine sword, right?"
Wang Mu looked into the distance.
It was Luo Qifang who pulled out a sword that shone with the divine light of Zhiyan.
The sword had a red jade fringe, and the sword pattern shone with ancient true meaning. The power of the flames continued to spurt out in all directions. The powerful momentum caused countless swords to buzz, as if they were hoping to find a good owner for this sword. cheer.
"This guy really has extraordinary qualifications."
The Sword Sect is a large sect, and when it opens a sect and recruits disciples, there are always some with outstanding qualifications.
Not only Luo Qifang, but also several people besides Luo Qifang pulled out several swords that looked quite extraordinary.
Similarly, there are many people like Wang Mu who are looking for some ancient swords that are easier to pull out in the outside area.
Thinking about it, I always know what I am doing.
Wang Mu took a deep breath and looked at the broken sword in front of him. The outside was covered with rust, the hilt was stained with countless dust, and the sword tassel was broken.
If it weren't for another section inserted into the sword ruins, Wang Mu would have suspected that it was a broken sword.
"If I can't even pull it out, it's too much!"
Wang Mu nodded confidently and held the hilt of the sword.
Inexplicably, he felt a strange aura.
A familiar scent.
"Well, it seems that my swordsmanship qualifications are too high!"
Wang Mu thought like this, which made this ancient sword have a feeling for me.
"rise!"
Wang Mu held the hilt of the sword, as if he could feel the cheers and excitement emitting from the broken sword.
"This broken sword has a spirit?" Wang Mu was surprised, but then he felt relieved.
normal.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Mu began to draw his sword.
When he exerted force, Wang Mu felt an overwhelming pressure squeezing from the sword body.
The pressure seemed to crush the body.
There is also a magical energy that travels throughout the body.
Wang Mu actually felt that it was very difficult for him to pull out.
"Isn't it right? My swordsmanship is so poor?"
Wang Mu's face darkened.
Is it so difficult to draw a small broken sword?
At this moment, a thought flashed through Wang Mu's mind, but he didn't think much about it, but tried his best to pull out the sword.
The strength fades away little by little.
The small broken sword also slowly broke out of the ground, inch by inch.
The pressure is also increasing, and this pressure is not just physical.
There is actually a strange pressure on the soul behind it.
"Fortunately, I have the eighty-level Hundred Refining Body Art, otherwise I might not be able to withstand it."
"Moreover, this sword still has a sense of familiarity to me. Does it mean that it is so difficult to pull out even though it recognizes me?"
Wang Mu only felt that his swordsmanship was definitely not good.
"I still haven't eaten enough fish, or I've reached the limit..."
Wang Mu made up his mind that if he can fly with a sword in the future, he must quickly unlock other fishing spots in Huangtian Continent and catch more fish that can increase his sword skills.
Eat hard!
Buzz…
Just when Wang Mu was about to pull it out.
suddenly.
The entire Sword Market was slightly certain.
The air seemed to be frozen.
The Seven Ultimate Divine Sword in the center trembled slightly...
"Um?"
Su Yu, who was recording the situation, felt the strange movement of the Jianxu. With a sweep of his consciousness, he saw Wang Mu, "Hey, what kind of sword is Brother Wang pulling out that causes the Jianxu to vibrate?"
Su Yu was slightly stunned, and he was a little confused for a moment.
"Most of the ancient swords outside are relatively ordinary...some are abandoned by some seniors..."
"What ancient sword is so special in this Sword Market?"
The sword ruins shook, but it had little impact on other people who were immersed in drawing swords.
It even feels a lot easier to pull it out.
at the same time.
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A certain void.
Yan Qingwu, who had just closed her eyes to recharge her batteries, suddenly opened her eyes again.
"impossible!"
"How could anyone pull out that sword?"
Yan Qingwu's icy face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, revealed a look of surprise. She pinched her fingers and said, "Is it you again?"
"what happened?"
"How can a certain amount of cause and effect affect this?"
Yan Qingwu bit her silver teeth lightly, "How could you pull out my Qingshuang Sword?"
Her figure flashed and disappeared suddenly...
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"Pull it out, did you pull it out?"
In the central main hall at this moment, the senior officials of Yi Zhan Sect looked at the scenes in the light curtain, and their expressions suddenly changed, "How is this possible?"
"It's so strange!" The young man said in shock, "This sword is the divine sword of destiny used by Elder Yan to traverse the world... How could it be pulled out by a mortal?"
"This Wang Mu is so problematic!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Although Elder Yan abandoned this divine sword for some unknown reason, and the pearl was covered in dust... which damaged the core of the sword, but its spirituality is still there. Apart from Elder Yan, there should be no other person in the world who can pull it out..."
"The old bald donkey Du Tianji said that Elder Yan's talent is peerless, and his sword crowns the sky... Is it possible that Wang Mu's swordsmanship qualifications have reached this level?"
For a moment, there was silence in the hall.
——
"call!"
With a shock, the small broken sword was finally pulled out!
Wang Mu wiped the sweat from his forehead.
It’s not easy!
Barely passed!
Wang Mu looked around and saw that most people were already finished.
It seems like they are all looking at themselves.
The look in his eyes is a bit weird.
Wang Mu understood this weirdness.
Good guy, I had the best score in the previous level, but this level seems to be directly at the bottom.
I would be weird too...
Fortunately, Wang Mu had a deep skin and walked up to Su Yu calmly and said with a smile:
"Have I passed the test?"
Hearing this, Su Yu was a little silent.
"Um."
Su Yu nodded, "If you pull it out, you will pass the test, but in order to record your performance in this test, you have to name the sword. I can distinguish the strength of this sword, and use this to simply judge your swordsmanship qualifications." "
"I don't know about this?" Wang Mu said.
"Swords are covered in dust. Generally, the name of the sword will be engraved on the hilt of the sword, or on the sword." Su Yu pinched a magic trick on his fingertips, "I can use the sword cleaning technique to make this ancient sword covered in dust The sword light blooms again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yu's fingertips changed.
A ray of water emerged from his hand, flew to the small broken sword in Wang Mu's hand, and rolled up the dust like a tornado.
However, the rotation of the water flow caused the sword to slightly reveal a bit of ice-colored light.
Several ancient fonts appeared on its sword grid.
"The name of this sword is Qingshuang Sword." Su Yu smiled slightly, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned and his face froze.
"Qingshuang Sword?" Wang Mu glanced at it, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
Um?
As if he remembered something.
"Brother Wang..." At this time, Su Yu stammered, "You...you...you...actually pulled out this sword?"
When everyone saw Su Yu looking like this, they immediately became curious.
What kind of sword is this?
It seems like nothing special?
Wang Mu's body trembled, as if he thought of something.
"Senior Brother Su Yu, what kind of sword is this?" Luo Qifang asked in a low voice.
Su Yu said tremblingly:
"This is the sword that our Sword Sect Elder Yan once wore, the Divine Sword of Destiny."
When everyone heard this, they were in an uproar.
When Huangtianzhou asked ten people about the peerless swordsman of the Sword Sect, nine of them knew about it, and the one who didn't know must be a fool.