Chapter 632: Sword Born, Sword Spirit!

nce core disciples of Qingfeng Martial Academy. They had all undergone the trials of Mount Climbing.The core disciples present were all still quite young, and their memories of the climbing trial were...Countless swords, breaking free from their scabbards, soared into the distance, like subjects eagerly awaiting the return of their emperor, devout and fervent!

This scene change stunned everyone from the Eastern Waste Sacred Land present.

Their eyes turned towards the direction where Wan Jian was going.

In my vision, a figure of a young man in white appeared.

Though youthful in demeanor, he emanates an aura of sharpness that defies description.

Especially the Pu Jian of Dong Huang Sacred Land, the feeling is the strongest.

He merely glanced at the imperial sword, surrounded by ten thousand blades, and almost had his swordsmanship shattered by the unyielding sharpness concealed within it!

Now, looking at the young man in white being greeted by thousands of swords, he felt... as if everything around him had lost its luster. Even the jade sword he nurtured in his dantian was trembling, wanting to rush out and stand beside that youth, to admire that peerless bearing!

Pu Jian forcefully suppressed the jade sword within his dantian.

"Om!"

"Hum!"

"Boom!"

Countless swords sang, their cries ringing out around Yun Hao.

Ten thousand swords floated around him.

Yun Hao looked at these swords, and an endless feeling of emotion welled up in his heart, beyond his control.

Tens of thousands of years have passed.

The name of the former Sword Emperor, once revered by humanity, has become a taboo in this world. Only a handful know that there was once such a peerless figure who fought for humanity and perished in battle.

All within the Sacred Land of Kenshin eventually faded away in the long river of time.

Most of the swords in the Origin Sword Pond can no longer unleash their sharpness to conquer the world.

But... all of Wan Jian's sword spirits still haven't forgotten the Emperor Sword's style.

They witnessed the Emperor Sword's limitless glory, and they will forever remember it!

At this moment, among the myriad of swords floating around Yun Hao, there were simply too many swords. The sword spirits had originally long since perished.

Possible...

Sword Emperor, return today!

The vestiges of sword spirits lingering within the rusted and decaying blade were awakened, and together they welcomed their Emperor back!

Yun Hao's gaze swept across every sword within the myriad swords.

Ultimately, his gaze fell upon the imperial sword.

The emperor's sword was also trembling.

But the Imperial Sword did not soar into the sky towards Yun Hao.

Because... the Emperor's Sword is not yet complete!

Once the Imperial Sword is removed from its original location, the sword-raising ritual will be declared over. This Imperial Sword will never again be whole.

Just one line left.

Yun Hao said lightly.

For good fortune, he arrived today. Otherwise, the Imperial Sword would have fallen into the hands of the Eastern Waste Holy Land, and it would have forever stagnated at its current level.

Or, even if the Eastern Desolate Holy Land failed to successfully take away the Emperor Sword, if Yun Hao arrived later, the Primal Source Sword Pond would also lose its effect.

At the very beginning, he already possessed the Imperial Sword. The purpose of setting up the Primordial Sword-Nurturing Pool within the Sacred Land of Sword Hearts was certainly not to forge another Imperial Sword.

His original plan was to nurture a divine sword that surpassed the Emperor Sword!

But unfortunately.

Before his divine sword was forged, he had already clashed with the Heavenly Palace...

"Last chance..." Yun Hao sighed, and the next moment, he raised his hand and waved. The ten thousand swords floating in front of him instantly flew towards the Source Sword Pond, returning to their original positions.

Blades of brilliant light erupted from swords one after another.

Ten thousand swords' radiance, magnificent and boundless, surged towards that Imperial Sword!

The power of the Source Sword Pond, reawakens at this moment!

The astonished crowd at the Eastern Desolate Holy Land stared in disbelief at this scene.

They couldn't comprehend at all why someone could possess such terrifying dominance within the Myriad Swords Space!

This...is truly awe-inspiring!

"Kill him!"

"Pukui Jian gritted his teeth, suppressing all fear in his heart, and roared."

However.

He had a group of people behind him, not one of them dared to move!

"Come on, all of you! His realm isn't high... We can kill him!"

And with that,

Pugh Jian suddenly grabbed both people behind him and threw them hard towards Yun Hao!

Before these two could smash into Yun Hao's front.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Their bodies exploded into a cloud of blood in mid-air.

The effect of the formation in this area hasn't dissipated yet.

Puk Jian sensed the fluctuations of the formation...

Don't wait for him to make a move.

The terrifying power of the formation surged and struck him, as well as everyone behind him!

Blast after blast echoed through the air.

Huge clouds of blood mist burst open!

In the blink of an eye, besides Pu Jian, all the other people from the Eastern Desolation Holy Land were obliterated!

Pu Jian's whole body was cracked, blood spurting, but around him, a world like reality had already appeared!

It is the power of the blade hidden within its sheath!

If not for the power bolstering him, even with Pú Jiàn's strength being a level stronger than those from other Eastern Desolation Holy Lands, he wouldn't have been able to withstand the impact of the formation's power just now.

"Battle formations... You want to use battle formations to kill me... In your dreams!"

The blood-soaked Park Sword roared madly.

The next moment, a perfectly round dark red bead was held in his hand.

A circle of crimson light swept out from the bead.

Then, another circle of crimson light rippled outward.

For a moment.

The power of the formation in this area is directly nullified!

The ruby beads, obtained from the Forbidden Source Stone in the Eastern Desolate Sacred Land, were called the Forbidden Treasure Beads. They could suppress all formations below the Heavenly Rank.

The Forbidden Orb can only be used three times.

They had already used it once when they infiltrated the Wanjian Space.

With two chances left, Pu Jian used them both directly.

That is to say, there will be no more formations within the next fifteen minutes!

Without your formations, I'll see what you're truly capable of!

Puk Jian roared, but he still didn't dare to be careless. He continued to hold the sheath of his Cang Feng sword as a shield, charging towards Yun Hao.

He outstretched his right arm.

A brilliant light burst from his palm.

A jade sword, in his hand, transformed into three feet long!

He brandished a three-foot jade sword and slashed towards Yun Hao, unleashing a formidable and domineering force.

This is not the swordsmanship of the human race!

This is the swordsmanship bestowed upon the Eastern Waste Sacred Land by those so-called deities in the Heavenly Palace. It is incredibly sinister and ruthless!

Yun Hao's eyes flashed.

"Sword Soul!"

He instantly understood what Pu Jian meant by being born with a jade sword in his mouth.

Man, has a physical body, and a soul.

When the Jade Sword was born, his soul, under the grace of the Tao, transformed into this very blade!

Such a situation is extremely rare. Yun Hao had only ever seen related records in some ancient books in his past life.

I never expected that this kind of situation would actually exist.

Just now, he was still a little regretful. This Imperial Sword wanted to be promoted to a Divine Sword, and there was only the last glimmer of hope left.

But when he recognized the sword spirit of Park Sword, everything changed.

Faced with Pú Jiàn's deadly attack, Yún Hào, with no formation to rely on, instantly surged forward and jumped into the Source Sword Pond. He reached out his hand and grasped the hilt of the Imperial Sword in his palm.

Draw your sword!

Draw your sword and strike!

in an instant.

The entire Kenshin Holy Land is shrouded in the Emperor Sword's might!

Whoosh!

The sword light slashed out by Pu Jian, the hidden blade sheath that protected his body, and his flesh and blood itself were all obliterated in this single strike, silently and without a trace!ng time ago."………The exterior of the seven-story pagoda.Old Madam Sun, with one side of her face bruised and swollen, arrived accompanied by a large group of alchemists and guest warriors from Baodan T...