Chapter Six Hundred and Eighty Two – God-Killing Blood Sword (1/2)

Chapter Six Hundred and Eighty Two – God-Killing Blood Sword

Wei Sheng walked along the street as the people around him gazed on in awe. Wei Sheng was famed in the mo territories. Up until now, he had not lost once.

There had been over twenty experts that had fallen to his sword.

Many of them were famous and were lords of an area. After his successive victories, Wei Sheng had become famous.

He has started by challenging others but was now challenged by others. This change had only taken him a few months.

The mo did not have too much of a negative attitude towards Wei Sheng. He was quiet, speaking few words, and determined. He also was not pretentious and was frugal. He was obsessed with the pursuit of power, and his passion and devotion to the sword was admirable. Also, he was an honest person. While he had defeated more than twenty experts, it was rare that people died by his sword.

In the eyes of the proud mo, Wei Sheng had almost all the attributes that mo revered.

Even the mo found it difficult to feel dislike for such a person. Many mo sighed inside. It would be wonderful if such a person was born a mo.

He was also so strong!

Having defeated twenty general level experts, many people speculated that he would not have a match below marshal level.

Would it really take a marshal to beat him?

However, many people felt that this was not interesting. Which marshal did not have great power and authority? They were each busy fighting to expanding their holdings. Who had the free time to fight against a sword xiu?

Maybe Wei Sheng’s strength was almost close to marshal level, but even if it was just a sliver away, this kind of difference was unable to be crossed.

The gazes of the leaders were mostly looking at the battle between Jiang Zhe and Xiao Mo Ge. In their view, an expert like Wei Sheng was worthy of praise. But as long as he did not become a fanxu, he would not have any true influence on the state of affairs. However, the results of Xiao Mo Ge’s battle would directly affect the state of the world.

If Xiao Mo Ge won, his reputation would grow, and he would become the first among the new generation of mo generals. Additionally, the decline of Xuan Kong Temple would not be able to be prevented.

If Xuan Kong Temple won, the mo would suffer another loss on the battlefield. Jiang Zhe’s reputation would grow, Xuan Kong Temple would become even stronger, and Xiao Mo Ge would not have any place to hide.

The attention this battle received was far greater than Wei Sheng’s matches.

Wei Sheng was not affected. These factors were never ones that he paid attention to. He stepped onto the battle stage like usual and waited for the arrival of his opponents.

He sat down in lotus position with the black sword floating next to him.

He did not know who his opponent today was. He had never searched for information on any of his opponents. That was meaningless for him. He was trying to refine his sword essence, and was not fighting to win. Pure victory was not of value to him.

His mind was like a void and a little black sword was within it. If one looked closely, they would find that it was a miniature black sword. However, unlike the savagery and bloodthirst of the black sword, this little black sword had the beginnings of majesty.

The sword was like the endless void!

Vast, deep, and boundless!

Void sword sesence!

His void sword essence had already surpassed any of Wu Kong Sword Sect’s forebearers, and reached an unprecedented height. The sixth-grade sword scripture was transforming in his hands.

Suddenly, the little black sword shook lightly.

A faint, almost imperceptible, void sword essence rippled into the surroundings.

Everything nearby appeared in Wei Sheng’s mind.

Among the densely packed crowd, one person was extremely clear.

This person was spying on him!

The little black sword was connected to Wei Sheng’s mind. It seemed to detect something and shook urgently.

Sword essence!

This person was a sword xiu and also a Kun Lun sword xiu!

This person’s eyes were filled with imperceptible enmity but what caused the little black sword to react so was the faint Kun Lun sword presence that he carried. It could not be detected with the naked eye, but in the void of the sword, it was eye-catching.

Wei Sheng knew long ago that Kun Lun would not give up.

But Kun Lun probably had not expected that he would also not give up.

Wei Sheng suddenly opened his eyes. A harsh light flashed across his determined eyes.

Since they had come, then they should not think of leaving!

Wei Sheng stood. The black sword seemed to respond and flashed into his hand.

The mo below the stage were all astounded. It was the first time that they had seen Wei Sheng perform any other actions before a fight. In the past matches, before the opponent came, Wei Sheng would sit motionlessly like a rock with his eyes closed.

What did he want to do?

The mo all showed puzzled expressions.

At this time, they heard Wei Sheng’s clear shout ring in their ears.

“Kun Lun sword xiu, when did you become people that hide in the shadows?”

Wei Sheng’s black sword pointed towards the Kun Lun sword xiu in the crowd.

Kun Lun sword xiu!

The mo below the stage were astounded.

The two words Kun Lun had brought endless pain towards the mo in thousands of years.

In the direction Wei Sheng was pointing people parted like the tide, revealing the Kun Lun sword xiu among the crowd.

His figure was average and so was his appearance. He did not show any differences compared to the average mo and if he was a part of the crowd, he would quickly fade away.

The Kun Lun sword xiu did not move. Wei Sheng’s sword essence had locked onto him.

“I’m very curious how you found me?”

His voice was dry, hoarse, and ugly to hear. There wasn’t any presence on him as though he was a normal person. However, his words confirmed his identity.

“My sword recognizes you.”

Wei Sheng said coolly.

Just as he finished speaking, the space between him and the Kun Lun sword xiu had turned into a patch of endless void.