C599 Great Vicious Sword Spirit
C599 Great Vicious Sword Spirit
Of course, Chen Yu did not have any thoughts of struggling. In such a situation, not to mention Zuo Hsingzhou and the other higher ups of Sword Sect, even if there were none, one Tu Jin was not something Chen Yu could resist.
In the blink of an eye, Tu Jin was already at the edge of the pool. He spread out his spiritual will and used all his strength to suppress Chen Yu, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
Under this kind of pressure, although Chen Yu could use Stellar Soul Scripture and Blood Flame Tyrant Spell to fight, it was completely meaningless. Thus, Chen Yu was too lazy to even move, and only maintained a steady stance.
The expressions of Moo Su and Hsu Yuan, who were standing on the side of Chen Yu, changed.
Ximen Guanshui was baffled. He opened his mouth with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't understand why Tu Jin would suddenly target Chen Yu.
"Chen Yu, where is your sword spirit?" Tu Jin asked sternly.
Under the mountainous pressure, Chen Yu couldn't breathe properly. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Tu Jin saw that Chen Yu opened his mouth but didn't say anything, and his face became even gloomier as he grabbed towards Chen Yu.
This simple attack contained a myriad of changes, almost like a divine ability, and directly grabbed onto Chen Yu's clothes.
Chen Yu still did not move. His expression was very calm. At this point, he could only throw caution to the wind and give it his all.
Very quickly, Chen Yu was easily picked up by Tu Jin, but Chen Yu twitched his mouth.
"Principal!" From Tu Jin's questioning, Hsu Yuan also realized something. With a bewildered expression, he answered for Chen Yu, "Junior Brother Chen's sword spirit is already trapped in the pool. Calm down!"
Tu Jin's personality was not impulsive. After hearing Hsu Yuan's words, he realized that the pressure he gave to Chen Yu was too great. He loosened his grip and retracted a bit of his spiritual will pressure.
Chen Yu gasped slightly.
"That sword spirit is yours?" Tu Jin stared at Chen Yu and asked coldly.
Chen Yu smiled and looked behind Tu Jin. He saw Zuo Hsingzhou, Rong Qingzhi, and the middle-aged woman flying over together.
"It's mine!" Chen Yu nodded directly and said.
There was no point in denying it now, what's more, Chen Yu did not want to give up on the black Broken Sword.
The moment those words came out, Hsu Yuan, who already had a guess, was shocked.
Ximen Guanshui and the other Swordspirit Academy disciples were shocked. They didn't understand Chen Yu and never thought that the person who stirred up the wind wolf and fought against 'Jun Lin' and 'Lei Xiao' was Chen Yu's sword spirit.
They remembered in particular the mockery and teasing from the Sword Sect disciples that Chen Yu had attracted when he released the black Broken Sword. At that time, the black Broken Sword was so incomplete and inconspicuous that it was looked down upon by everyone at the time.
"It really is you!" Although Tu Jin had already guessed the result, his expression still changed slightly when he heard Chen Yu admitting it himself.
When Chen Yu had activated the black Broken Sword at Yang Opening Pavilion, Tu Jin had watched from afar. Although he could see that the black Broken Sword was special, he had never thought that the black Broken Sword could actually be on par with an ancient sword spirit like 'Monarch Landing' and 'Lei Xiao'. One had to know that for ancient sword spirits like 'Jun Lin' and 'Lei Xiao', although they had experienced thousands of years of decline and weakness, and no longer had the might they once had, their intelligence and the sword intent that their original owners had poured into them throughout their lives were still there.
As he spoke, Zuo Hsingzhou arrived. Following closely behind him was the middle-aged woman. Their eyes were like lightning as they stared at Chen Yu.
"Chen Yu, that evil black sword spirit really belongs to you?" Zuo Hsingzhou asked in a deep voice.
"Yes!" Chen Yu nodded and said.
"First, take it back from the pool!" Zuo Hsingzhou looked at Chen Yu's calm expression and said coldly.
Chen Yu shook his head, "We can't take it back!"
"Hmm?" Zuo Hsingzhou raised his eyebrows.
"Chen Yu, don't make a mistake!" Tu Jin harrumphed coldly, and his imposing manner rose up once again.
Chen Yu shook his head, as if he could not feel Tu Jin's powerful pressure, and said: "Left Sect Master, after my sword spirit entered the Sword Spirit Pool, I lost control of it. Although I could feel its existence, I could not control it. and we can't take it back! "
"How is this possible?" Rong Qingzhi shouted: "That sword spirit belongs to you, how can you not control it?"
"That's the truth!" Chen Yu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Left Sect Master, seniors, lying at this time is of no benefit to me!"
Zuo Hsingzhou's expression changed slightly as he heard this. Then, he looked towards the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman knew what Zuo Hsingzhou was asking and said, "If the intelligence of the sword spirit is high enough, it might be possible. Chen Yu, where did your sword spirit come from? "
Chen Yu said: "It comes from the Ruling Spirit Sect, as for the specific background, even I do not know!"
Tu Jin pondered and said: "Chen Yu, I heard that when you entered the Myriad Spirit Palace, there were Three-jaw Red Dragon at the peak of the Heaven Rank who first chose you and then abandoned you. In the end, you were selected by the Broken Sword, was there such a thing?"
Hearing this, Chen Yu was secretly shocked by the accuracy of the Sword Sect's information. He was also unable to refute and nodded: "It really is so!"
"You really don't know where your sword spirit came from? Is there anything special about it? " Zuo Hsingzhou asked in a deep voice.
Chen Yu sensed that the black Broken Sword was moving once again within the Sword Spirit Pool.
At this time, the more than a thousand sword spirits that were roaming about within the Sword Spirit Pool had already calmed down.
"Naturally, there are special aspects to it. It's extremely fast and can cut off the life vitality of low level practitioners. Back then, I was able to kill people with Dragon Head Peak most likely because of this power of the Sword Spirit!" Chen Yu thought quickly and finally chose to cooperate, honestly answering Zuo Hsingzhou's question. Of course, he would never mention anything about the black Broken Sword devouring the sword Spiritual Soul before.
With the degree of detail Langya Sword Sect had towards Ruling Spirit Sect, Chen Yu was unable to hide any information regarding the black Broken Sword, so he might as well be a little more generous.
"The sword spirit of the Ruling Spirit Sect can actually devour 'Shadow', 'Monarch's Descent'!" Zuo Hsingzhou's expression was uncertain as he said, "Could it be the sword spirit of the Myriad Dao Sect?"
Tu Jin and the middle-aged woman frowned when they heard that.
While Zuo Hsingzhou and the others were still discussing, the change in Sword Spirit Pool occurred again. The water in the pool rippled and in the blink of an eye, it expanded into a tidal wave.
As the water in the lake churned, a vast, yet strangely tyrannical sword intent rose into the air, continuously extending as it rippled within the Sword Spirit Pool, as though it wanted to devour and destroy everything.
Within the Sword Spirit Pool, one sword spirit after another was startled by the sword intent. Like birds flying in fright, they broke through the surface of the water one after another.
After those sword spirits flew into the air, they actually hovered in the air, not daring to return to the pool.
Zuo Hsingzhou and the others who were interrogating Chen Yu turned their heads over at the same time. All of their expressions changed slightly.
Woosh! Woosh! Within the floating sword spirits, more than a dozen sword spirits flew into the crowd and entered the bodies of more than a dozen martial artists.
"My Sword Spirit!"
"Ah! The sword spirit is back!"
Those Sword Sect disciples who had lost control of their sword spirits were extremely surprised.
While the ordinary sword spirits within the Sword Spirit Pool were flying about in shock, the water in the pool also rippled with waves of ancient and different sword intents.
Some of these sword intents were like dragons rising from the abyss, wanting to go straight into the blue sky; some were like flames, causing the water within the Sword Spirit Pool to be filled with mist; some were ice-cold and bone-piercing, wanting to freeze all kinds of profound energy.
From a distance, there were sword images flashing about within the churning water. They seemed to be tangled up with something, but they also seemed to be resisting something.
Zuo Hsingzhou's face was extremely gloomy.
"Fearful sword!" The middle-aged woman suddenly glanced at Chen Yu and said.
Tu Jin frowned as he glanced at Chen Yu, "How can that Sword Spirit be so strong?"
"It has assimilated with the Umbra, Divine Wings, King's Landing, and Thunder Firmament Sword Spirits!" The middle-aged woman said: "By fusing the powers and divine powers of the four sword spirits into one, there is already no rival within the Sword Spirit Pool. This Sword Spirit is too fierce! "
Chen Yu could only bitterly smile as he watched this scene. Through the obscure mental fluctuations that came from the black Broken Sword, Chen Yu understood clearly that the black Broken Sword was going to continue devouring and eating.
The idea of using the strongest sword spirits in the Sword Spirit Pool as food made Chen Yu tremble in fear.
By now, things were getting out of hand.
Within the Sword Spirit Pool, there were only seven or eight sword images that remained.
A thousand sword spirits floated motionlessly above the Sword Spirit Pool. The scene was spectacular, but it clearly carried a sense of fear.
"Kill this kid!" Suddenly, Rong Qingzhi opened his mouth and said with a cold look in his eyes, "When Big Vicious Sword Spirit loses its master, naturally all its arrogance will disappear!"
The others looked at Chen Yu one by one with some interest.
"Sword Spirit Burial Sword Spirit Pool, which has lost its master!" An old man over the age of ten also said, "No matter how vicious that sword spirit was, after losing its master, it could only be trapped in the Sword Spirit Pool in the end!"
The middle-aged woman frowned when she heard that, then stared at the Sword Spirit Pool and said: "I don't think that this is a good idea. The ferocious sword devouring sword spirits is no longer under the master's control.
"Nothing is absolute!" Zuo Hsingzhou also said, "The Sword Spirit has lost its master, and most of it has perished. However, this kind of ferocious sword is not something that can be judged by common sense!"
As he spoke, one of the auras in the pool suddenly weakened and began to disappear.
"It's the Crimson Dragon Sword Spirit!" The middle-aged woman said, "Its aura has disappeared, and it has been swallowed by the evil sword. Sect Master, we cannot wait any longer. If we wait any longer, all of the strongest sword spirits in the Sword Spirit Pool will be devoured by the ferocious sword! "
Zuo Hsingzhou nodded and said, "Courtmaster Bai, please make your move!"
The middle-aged woman nodded, but a look of regret and anger flashed past her eyes. She patted the Storage Bag with her snow-white fingers, and a long copper box flew out.
The top of the bronze box was covered with countless sword markings. The woman released her divine sense and threw it into the box. Those sword markings immediately began to shine brightly and circulate resplendently.
"All disciples can make their move right now and fuse with the sword spirits from the Sword Spirit Pool!" It was at this time that Zuo Hsingzhou spoke again, and said: "Remember not to let the sword spirit enter the Sword Spirit Pool!"
Most of the Sword Sect disciples present were at a loss.
Previously, Zuo Hsingzhou did not allow the Sword Sect disciples to take action, but now, he allowed everyone to take action.