ragginovel Chapter 2315 Sword Code
Chapter 2315 Sword Code
Chapter 2315 Sword Code
On Yandang Lake.
Two figures faced each other in the air, their swords pointed at each other, causing ripples on the water.
Jian Ji stared at Qin Sang, his eyes became extremely sharp, his murderous intent was restrained, condensed into two sword lights, and there was no more distracting thoughts in his mind. Compared with Jian Ji, Qin Sang seemed to be at ease. He glanced in the direction of Dongyang City and sensed that there were several obscure gazes cast at him.
Qin Sang and Jian Ji both suppressed their cultivation to a certain extent, so this battle was a pure swordsmanship competition.
The sound of a sword humming was like the chirping of an insect.
A green light suddenly flashed in front of Jian Ji, and the fingers were as long as crystal jade.
Qin Sang looked over curiously, thinking that this must be the spirit insect named "Jian Ji".
The spirit insect was green all over and had a slender body. It looked very similar to another spirit insect called the sword-horned locust. Its head and tail were pointed, as sharp as the tip of a sword. There was a slight bulge near its head, like a hilt of a sword. Its whole body looked like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
I don't know if this spiritual insect is a mutated sword-horned locust. This sword energy has been honed by Jian Ji for countless years and is in no way inferior to a real spiritual sword.
It is Jian Ji's sword!
The spirit insect looked at Qin Sang, its wings vibrating, and the sound of a sword chirping.
Qin Sang felt a strong sword intent locking onto him, and his expression became more serious.
Although this person is a cultivator from the Wu clan, he uses spirit insects as swords and is indeed a true sword cultivator!
"Where's your sword?"
Seeing that Qin Sang was still calm and composed, Jian Ji questioned him in a deep voice. If Qin Sang continued to be so arrogant, he would never hold back.
The Qianjun Ring on Qin Sang's fingertips flickered slightly, and a sword light leaped out.
The Gray Oriole Sword pointed directly at Jian Ji, sensing the threat posed by the spirit insect, the sword light flickered at the tip of the sword, eager to try.
"Is this your sword?" Jian Ji frowned slightly, with a hint of anger in his eyes.
There is no clear-cut classification of grades for spiritual treasures, but at their level, one can judge the strength of a spiritual treasure by its spirituality, power, and other aspects.
The Yunyou Sword has a great cause and effect, so it cannot be used easily. Therefore, Qin Sang has always kept the Grey Oriole Sword as a backup for the Yunyou Sword.
Since it was a backup sword, he naturally didn't pay much attention to it. Besides, Qin Sang had too many tricks, and swordsmanship was not his only reliance. After upgrading the Grey Oriole Sword to the level of a spiritual treasure, Qin Sang didn't devote much resources and effort to it, and he had only sacrificed it two or three times.
Among spiritual treasures, the Grey Oriole Sword can be considered mediocre.
No wonder Jian Ji was angry. A sword cultivator in the late stage of the Refining Void Realm should not use such a sword. Qin Sang was clearly insulting him.
The sound of the sword!
The Gray Oriole Sword suddenly burst out with an extremely brilliant sword light.
The sword has a spirit. The Gray Oriole Sword felt the contempt and humiliation from its opponent. The sound of the sword was filled with murderous intent and anger, as well as a hint of... unwillingness!
"Its name is Gray Warbler."
Qin Sang raised his hand and gently stroked the sword. The spirit sword continued to vibrate, as if questioning him, its master.
This spiritual sword has been following him since the Storm Realm, and has been working hard without complaint. It usually lies quietly in the corner, waiting for its master's call. It turns out that it is unwilling to be lonely and ordinary.
"However, its future name will be Taiyin!"
Qin Sang said firmly.
The Gray Oriole Sword suddenly stopped vibrating, and the sword light became as calm as a pool of autumn water.
At this moment, Jian Ji felt that the aura of the person in front of him had changed. He knew that the other party was not as bad as he thought. The anger in his heart subsided and his expression became solemn.
The sword light in front of him converged.
The true form of the spirit insect was exposed, turning into a piece of deep black jade, and underwent a strange change. At this moment, anyone who saw it would find it difficult to mistake it for a spirit insect. It was clearly a real spirit sword!
Then, the figure of the spirit insect began to become illusory until it completely disappeared from their sight.
In an instant, the wind on the lake died down.
Qin Sang felt like he had fallen into a sea of swords, surrounded by thousands of swords. Each sword was a real spiritual sword. Even if there was even the slightest flaw, he would be pierced through by the spiritual sword in an instant.
The sword energy nurtured in the body of the spirit insect is originally an invisible sword, and it can be divided into billions in just a thought of its master!
Lakeside.
Jiumie stood with his arms folded, his eyes shining with intelligence when he saw this scene.
He felt very sorry that he could not see Qin Sang's swordsmanship clearly during the battle in Frost Valley. He did not want to miss it at all this time and even used his spiritual eyes ability in advance.
He stared at Qin Sang closely, curious about how Qin Sang would respond.
It seemed that Jian Ji was performing only the most basic sword technique - sword light differentiation, but if the opponent really regarded this move as sword light differentiation, he would be very wrong.
He had fought with Jian Ji countless times and knew very well how powerful this move was.
"That's it. It looks like this guy wants to end the battle quickly..."
Jiumie rubbed his chin and thought in his heart.
Battlefield in the center of the lake.
After the spirit insect, Jian Ji's figure also disappeared on the lake.
The sword energy Qin Sang sensed was twice as much as before, and it was transformed into tangible sword light, turning Yandang Lake into a forest of swords!
The sword lights are everywhere, seemingly chaotic, but there is a mysterious connection between each one.
"Please give me some advice, Master!"
Jian Ji's voice surrounded Qin Sang, its source unknown, and filled with confidence.
He can be considered an outlier among the witch clan. Ever since he obtained this spiritual insect, he has developed a strong interest in swordsmanship.
In the Wu clan, few people would give up their own talents and practice these so-called unorthodox ways. At least there is no sword practitioner in the Dongyang clan.
In order to learn swordsmanship, he did not hesitate to infiltrate the human race many times.
Fortunately, Dongyang clan had been operating in the human race for many years, helping him to hide his identity and sneak into a Lizhou sword sect, where he accidentally obtained a sword inheritance. It is said that this inheritance came from the legendary Jiange, and the owner of the inheritance was once a member of the Jiange.
Even though this inheritance was incomplete and could not be compared with the sect he belonged to, he left the sect, returned to his clan, devoted himself to hard training, and walked out a sword path of his own.
As soon as these words were spoken, thousands of sword lights responded!
For a moment, it seemed as if there were only two swords left in Qin Sang's eyes. The two swords were floating around, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, like a pair of lovebirds and intertwined branches, rubbing against each other.
Jian Ji is indeed a genius. He teamed up with his own spirit insect to perform a set of exquisite combined swordsmanship. The coordination was extremely clever and could be described as perfect!
Qin Sang's eyes showed admiration, but Jian Ji didn't notice that a strange color flashed in his eyes.
When he saw Jian Ji's swordsmanship, he actually felt a sense of familiarity.
He was sure that he had never seen this kind of swordsmanship before, but after seeing Jian Ji draw his sword, he suddenly had an idea and instantly saw some key points.
The root of the problem was actually the sword light left to him by Master Tianyue!
Qin Sang originally thought that this sword light was tailor-made by Master Tianyue as a guide left for him.
He was also worried that the sword realm he had comprehended through the sword light would reveal his or Tianyue Shangren's inheritance once he used it. Now he knew that this was not just a sword light, but a sword canon that encompassed everything!
Qin Sang had previously only comprehended the sword light through the two levels of the "Purple Star Sword Sutra" and the Four Symbols Sword Formation. What he saw and gained was what he wanted to see, but he didn't know that it was just the tip of the iceberg.
A single leaf blocks your view of the mountain!
Being able to cultivate to this level, talent is no longer important. Who can say that Qin Sang has no talent? But we have to admit that sometimes there is such a thing as understanding. Of course, this is also related to the fact that Qin Sang's energy is too scattered.
From the beginning to the end, he was not a pure swordsman.
Ziwei Tongzi once said that he didn't know how far Ziwei Jianzun had deduced the sword scripture, so he would not give Qin Sang excessive guidance to avoid restricting him. Tianyue Shangren showed him the vast and broad sword way, not a certain inheritance.
The two of them had the same goal, which was to help Qin Sang comprehend the swordsmanship and kendo that was "suitable" for him.
If you want to achieve this, it is obviously impossible to stand still.
It does not refer to the sword technique performed by Jian Ji in the sword light, but that Master Tianyue has integrated the similar sword meaning into the sword light. No matter whether Qin Sang encounters this sword technique or other sword techniques derived from this sword technique, he can see through the illusion and reach the essence.
Qin Sang sighed, if one can comprehend this sword light thoroughly, even the dullest person can push quantitative change to qualitative change, and will be hard to beat in the way of swordsmanship.
Of course, this is on the premise that no powerful person appears.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and in just a moment, Jian Ji's sword intent had already approached, and was about to pierce Qin Sang's forehead in the next moment.
Jiumie showed a worried look, and Jian Ji was in doubt.
Because Qin Sang had been standing there without any movement, his spirit sword was also motionless, with no intention of resisting at all, as if he knew he could not win and accepted death calmly.
Jiumie didn't believe that Qin Sang would die under Jian Ji's sword, and his face was still full of tension. He was not sure he could save someone from the sword.
The crisis is close at hand.
Qin Sang always had a faint smile on his face. In his eyes, the ubiquitous sword intent and sword light were all false. There were only two of them, and they were not actually that close and seamless.
Suddenly, his eyes turned and he finally drew his sword.
There was no sword star, no four spirits, only a simple sword light, and it was not even directed at Jian Ji or his spirit insect.
'call out! ’
This sword was like an antelope's horn, leaving no trace and piercing into nothingness.
In an instant, all the sword intent on the lake disappeared, and Jian Ji and the spirit insect both appeared.
The spirit insect stopped in front of Qin Sang's eyebrows, less than three inches away, but it could no longer stab with the sword.
Jian Ji reappeared at the same place, as if he had never left.
The Gray Oriole Sword hovered in the void between Jian Ji and the spirit insect.
The sword fight came to an abrupt end.
Jian Ji stared at the Grey Warbler Sword in disbelief.
The Grey Oriole Sword seemed to have hit nothing, but it had perfectly severed the connection between him and the spirit insect, causing the combined sword technique to fall apart, and he himself was not even aware of this flaw.
If it was a life-and-death battle, he would be a dead body now.
"Have you seen this sword technique before?"
Jian Ji's voice was dry.
"No," Qin Sang shook his head.
I have just seen more advanced sword techniques, he said in his heart.
Jiumie saw the two men stop fighting, scratched his head, a little puzzled, but vaguely understood something, and flew to the center of the lake, "Jian Ji, you..."
"I lost."
Jian Ji's face turned pale, he admitted defeat, turned around and left.
"Are you going to throw it away?" Qin Sang asked, looking at the spirit insect in front of him.
The spirit insect floated there quietly, seeming to sense its master's mood, its dim light revealing a bit of loneliness and confusion.
Jian Ji's body was shocked, and he blurted out, "I will never drop my sword!"
"Then take it back and lend it to me when you leave," Qin Sang said.
Jian Ji called back the spirit insect, and his eyes regained some spirit. He bowed deeply to Qin Sang and said, "Thank you!"
Qin Sang shook his head. He said that after all, he was taking advantage of the inheritance. Real sword cultivators were becoming increasingly rare, and sword cultivators from the witch clan were even rarer. He didn't want to see a sword cultivator lose his sword heart because of him.
'Om...'
The Grey Oriole Sword made a cheerful sound, so dare you look down on me!
……
Ten days later.
An invitation was sent to Tiebi Mountain.
Jiumie led Qin Sang to fly towards Dongyang City.
"This mountain is the sacred mountain of our tribe. Master Wuzhu is waiting for you at the temple on the top of the mountain."
The two entered Dongyang City, and Jiumie raised his hand and pointed to the center of the city.
The void twisted, and a hidden giant peak was revealed in front of them. The mountain was towering into the clouds and majestic. The highest of the surrounding mountains could only reach the halfway point of this mountain.
The mountain is full of cliffs, jagged rocks, and green vines and cypresses.
Only on the top of the sacred mountain stood a temple.
Outside the city, Tianmu Die discovered this mountain, and when he came to the front of the mountain, he could feel its majestic spirit.
The stone hall is heavy and ancient. No one knows what kind of stone it is made of. It is dark and deep, as if it can swallow the light around it, making people feel the profound heritage of the witch clan.
Qin Sang felt a vague pressure and his heart trembled.
He had already found out that usually only the shaman of the Dongyang clan practiced in the temple. The cultivation level of this shaman was comparable to his, but if he took action here, he would probably gain nothing.
"The real person invites you!"
Jiumie stopped in front of the mountain.
Qin Sang nodded, flew to the top of the mountain alone, reached the top in a flash, and landed in front of the temple.
'Rumble...'
The heavy stone door opened, and a gentle voice came out from it.
"Master Qingfeng, please come in."
Qin Sang stepped into the temple and the first thing he saw was a giant altar with an old man in a white robe standing on it.
The back of the altar was shrouded in black fog.
Qin Sang vaguely saw a huge outline, which seemed to be a stone statue, exuding a mysterious aura.
Statue of God!
Qin Sang's eyes narrowed.
The Wu clan and the Alien clan are both "Witches", but when it comes to the worship of gods and the inheritance of sacrifices, the Alien clan is far less complete than the Wu clan.
In the Zhuyan tribe, Qin Sang had never seen such temples and statues.
The Inhumans have already given up their belief in gods, and it can be seen from their realm that they want to reach the 'ancestral realm' and follow in the footsteps of their ancestors.
The gods have disappeared long ago. Instead of believing in them, it is better to believe in the blood in your body and the inheritance of your ancestors.
Qin Sang was very curious. What on earth supported the Wu Clan? Why did they still retain their faith in gods even though the gods had disappeared for such a long time?
This statue seems to have stood here for billions of years, gazing at all the creatures on earth. The old man in white robe stands in front of the statue, as if bathed in the light of divinity.
Unfortunately, Qin Sang couldn't see the appearance of the statue clearly.
Out of respect, he couldn't let the Sky-Eye Butterfly use its magical power to spy on him. He could only suppress his curiosity and bowed, "I'm Qingfeng, nice to meet the witch."
The old man in white robe said in a gentle voice: "My name is Shechen, you can just call me by my real name."