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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4311: Sword Phrase
Chapter 4311: Sword Phrase
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"Elder You, can you win?"To be honest, not many people in the five regions think well of this battle.
But then again, although the ancient swordsmen are said to have no limits, none of the current Seven Sword Immortals have fully matured except for Lord Shou.
However, the previous generation of the Seven Sword Immortals did produce combat strength capable of sealing an ancestor, and the Eighth Sword Deity directly returned to zero.
It is said that Elder You Tu once advised Bazhun’an on swordsmanship. Whether this is true or false, the fact that the rumor exists proves that his combat strength cannot be underestimated.
Putting it this way, Elder You’s swordsmanship surpasses Master Siren.
Master Siren is just half a step away from reaching Ancestral God status; whether Elder You can battle the Demon Ancestor is truly something to look forward to.
"Win!"
"You must win, Elder You!"
"All three of the Demon Medicine Path’s ancestors are not easy to deal with. If another ancient swordsman returns to zero, we are absolutely supporting you!"
The entire five regions were in an uproar.
Their gazes turned toward him, their silent hopes inconceivably yet substantially gathered on You Tu.
"Name..."
In Saint Xin’s eyes, there was a flicker of surprise—another cultivation name.
However, compared to Bazhun’an, the use of the power of this name seemed rather crude.
Clang!
Even so, You Tu’s sword power surged, and the Mystic Sword Taicheng in his hand radiated with a silvery-white sword cognition.
"It’s sword cognition!"
"We’re saved!"
This strength unique to Bazhun’an also empowered Elder You, boosting morale and improving expectations for this battle.
Saint Xin’s gaze grew more intense.
You Tu’s momentum was still climbing.
A flower, a blade of grass, a tree, a stone, even the ripples and waves of the North Sea began to resonate with the Taicheng Sword, lending him their power.
Mountains and Seas Converge...
With just one glance, Saint Xin understood this sword of borrowing momentum, but...
Not enough!
Far from enough!
Saint Xin shook his head, his gaze showing clear disdain:
"The Ancestral God once heard, the Seven Sword Immortals You Tu, was the first inheritor of Gu Mu’s path in the Spiritual Cultivation Era, a potential leader of the sword."
"Yet even the Sword Ancestor once fell at the Ancestral God’s hands. If not for Bazhun’an rapidly returning to zero and instead only following the paths of predecessors..."
He paused, then laughed: "In view of your commendable courage, turn back now, and the Ancestral God will spare your life."
Saint Xin cherished talent.
Unable to discern Bazhun’an’s rapid way of achieving the path, he saw that You Tu might be slowly achieving the path.
Under such circumstances, He had the chance to observe Bazhun’an through You Tu, exposing one or two of his true illusions and discern weaknesses.
However...
How would an ancient swordsman turn back?
You Tu laughed aloud, raising the levitating Taicheng Sword in his hand high, his eyes exuding killing intent, and shouted:
"How does the Demon Ancestor insult me?"
"This sword borrows Bazhun’an’s path, returning to my body, and I ask the Demon Ancestor to receive it!"
With a double-handed press, he lowered the Taicheng in decree.
The void hummed and trembled, as if waves surged open, drawing upon all the spiritual sword power of the five regions.
"Taicheng: Heavenly Unravel!"
In an instant, You Tu and the Taicheng Sword shattered into fragmented flowers, vanished.
In their place, seven black phantom long swords floated in the air, aligned in a Seven Star formation, all pointing fiercely toward Saint Xin before the Time Realm Channel.
"Seven Swords of the Moving Heavens?"
The five regions eagerly yearned.
The great fame of this sword from Elder You was known throughout the five regions.
In truth, few people had actually seen the Seven Swords of the Moving Heavens in action, and what they saw now, was that the primary condition for the sword to emerge was the Heavenly Unravel.
"Such strength, it’s high!"
What seemed like high intensity to the people of the five regions was something Saint Xin found utterly inconsequential.
"Bazhun’an, Bazhun’an..."
Saint Xin quietly murmured, finally a killing intent appearing in his eyes: "Do you really think any mortal swordsman picking up a sword can achieve the path like the Eight? What a foolish dream!"
With a cold snort, without any noticeable motion from Saint Xin.
Behind Him, thunder roared, the sky split apart, and a grand manifestation higher than the clouds of the Ancestral God imagery rose.
The Holy Ancestor’s visage was obscured behind mist, draped in auspicious radiance, holding the vital source material coffin under its feet, wielding the Extinguished Dao Xuan Ruler, with the Mixed Luo Cloud Brocade hanging on its back.
Compared to the Seven Swords’ imagery in the Taicheng Heavenly Unravel, the stature of the Holy Ancestor’s imagery was of a higher dimension—practically a dimensional suppression.
"Boom!"
With the manifestation of the Holy Ancestor, the Seven Swords of the Moving Heavens trembled, threatening to bow.
With just pressure descending, the imagery of Heavenly Unravel was on the verge of collapse.
Bystanders like August, Mei Siren, and Cao Erzhu displayed difficult expressions, as if they could already see the outcome.
However, the Seven Swords did not yield and clashed head-on.
"Break!"
A solitary word, a sword chant rang out.
The Seven Swords slashed through the void, aiming directly at the Holy Ancestor’s head, leaving seven streaks of black and red clouds across the sky.
The appearance of the Holy Ancestor abruptly solidified, awakening abruptly within the minds of the people in the five regions, eyes filled with deathly clarity, emitting divinity and devilry.
The convergence of God and Demon Path transformed into the booming sound of Taoist music, directly crushing down:
"A speck of light, how dare it shine?"
The Extinguished Dao Xuan Ruler flashed bright ice-blue light, transforming into a monstrous giant ruler, descending upon the first of the Seven Swords, swinging down.
Bang!
The void exploded with a deafening sound.
The Extinguished Dao Xuan Ruler, which had been struck away by the God Devil Path, upon striking You Tu’s sword, encountered no hindrance—the first of the Seven Swords exploded in mid-air.
"Ugh!"
The five regions clearly heard a groan of pain.
In those times, the Demon Ancestor of the war was merely a remnant, but now facing the Demon Ancestor opposing Elder You was an integrated force, incomparable.
August’s heart clenched as he watched.
Mei Siren tightened his grip, nearly crushing his paper fan.
Outside the Nanli Realm, Cao Erzhu glanced up from afar; for the first time, he realized that the old immortal under the waterfall at Qingyuan Mountain also had moments of powerlessness.
