"This is, Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage?"
A hint of shock flashed in the Saint Lord of Jiuyang's eyes. He could only use it when his comprehension of the Sword Dao had reached its peak.
When the sword moved, the ten thousand swords submitted, like subjects bowing to the king.
"Are you sure the information is correct? Fang Chen had never cultivated since he was young?”The Saint Lord of Jiuyang's voice was filled with anger.
If Fang Chen had not cultivated for the past eighteen years, then how did he perform the Ten Thousand Swords Homage?
Could it be that a person who had not cultivated for eighteen years could still comprehend the pinnacle of Sword Dao?
Who are you trying to fool?
It was unheard of and unheard of to reach the level of Ten Thousand Swords Facing the Origin at the age of eighteen!
Now, the Saint Lord of Jiuyang wanted to get rid of the old man who had been scouting for information.
"Is this your solemn promise? He said that Fang Chen was just an ordinary genius.”
"He, Fang Chen, comprehended the ultimate Sword Dao at the age of eighteen!”
"If he was an ordinary genius, wouldn't all the martial artists in the world be useless trash?”
"Whoever found out about this, go to Heavenly Sun Cliff and face the wall for a thousand years!”
The Saint Lord of Jiuyang's words were filled with rage. This was only one mistake, but who knew if there were thousands of other mistakes?
None of the elders dared to say anything more, afraid of being implicated.
"F * ck, my sword flew away!"
"What's going on? Sword, my sword flew away too."
"Quickly report to the elder that all my spiritual swords have mysteriously ascended to the sky.”
However, when the news reached the elders, the corners of countless people's mouths twitched.
There was nothing they could do. They had to tell Fang Chen to stop and return the sword to their Saint Land disciples.
Was this realistic?
Didn't he see that he even dared to scold Grand Elder Lin Hao? If he, an ordinary elder, went up, what was he if not being sent over to be scolded?
In the sky, tens of thousands of Spiritual Swords rose into the air, and beams of dazzling divine light merged them into one.
With Fang Chen as the center, it was like subjects greeting their king. The slightly trembling swords were expressing their joy and excitement.
This had already evolved into a killing formation, but this kind of opportunity could only be encountered by chance. After all…it was also very difficult to find 10,000 spiritual swords.
Perfect momentum, perfect Sword Dao.
This sword strike struck fear into everyone's hearts!
This sword had shattered the human heart!
"No, this…how is this possible? Such a perfect Sword Dao was not something a martial artist could display at all.”Su Ping was already scared before the battle. His belief was shaken. The sword radiance turned into starlight and disappeared.
Fang Chen's sword seemed to have merged with heaven and earth.
His sword was the sky, the earth, and the universe.
"Isn't this sword too perfect? Is this the pinnacle of the Dao of the Sword?" Prince Xuantian muttered in disbelief. It was as if everything before his eyes was a dream.
"Impossible, there is no such perfect Sword Dao in this world. No! That's impossible!" A sword-wielding prodigy roared like a mad demon as he fell into a mental barrier.
Even the Scarlet Feather Saint, who had the strongest combat strength here, was slightly shaken. However, he was not using the Way of the Sword, so the impact was not too great.
However, this was enough to make him dumbfounded.
"Is this the pinnacle of the Dao of the Sword?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he fell silent.
"Brother, Brother Fang Chen is so amazing.”Ji Zhuqing's bright eyes were filled with admiration.
Fang Chen walked forward step by step, followed by ten thousand swords. Countless spiritual energy turned into a tidal wave that surged violently.
He walked to Su Ping, who was already possessed, and said calmly,"Your gaze disgusts me.”
"In addition, your thoughts disgust me.”
"If this is your so-called talent and strength limit, then your path as a genius will end here.”
Su Ping didn't say anything. His Sword Heart had been completely shattered by Fang Chen's sword.
The momentum alone was enough to kill Su Ping's spirit.
When this matter spread, Fang Chen's name was completely resounding.
Compared to things like talent, everyone was more willing to believe in true strength.
"Since you've agreed, then go to hell. Although I don't know how to read minds, I hate it when others look at my woman with vicious eyes.”
Fang Chen's index finger moved, and so did the ten thousand spiritual swords.
"Holy Master, aren't you going to persuade him? After all, Su Ping is a personal disciple of the Nine Suns Holy Land and one of the future elders.”The Third Elder frowned and asked.
The Saint Lord of Jiuyang glanced at him and said,""Elder Su Ping and a future son-in-law. Who would you choose to be enemies with?”
Alright, the Third Elder fell silent, and so did the other elders.
Hmm…having an invincible son-in-law seemed like a good idea.
However, it was still a little painful to replace a future Venerable.
"Brat, you dare? My disciple, why don't you try?”Suddenly, a furious roar came from the depths of the Nine Suns Holy Land.
Fang Chen's right hand swept across the air. Streams of light flashed, and in an instant, tens of thousands of sword rays pierced through his body.
"Puchi!"
A bloody mist filled the sky, and the rotten corpses falling from the sky were nauseating.
Fang Chen tilted his head and looked at the old man, saying indifferently,""Oh, it moved. And then?"
"Why didn't you come out to stop your disciple when he wanted to kill me? Now that I'm going to kill your disciple, you're jumping out? You're taking advantage of your seniority."
Behind him, an icy-blue mist was faintly discernible.
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