Chapter 892 (1/2)
The holy weapon that shocked Wu Qiong is naturally the sword ”light wind and sparse moon” worn by Bai Muhan, the saint of floating cloud sword.
Three hundred years later, Bai Muhan challenged the national master Yang Shu again and used the invisible sword he had learned through hard work. It was still completely disintegrated by the national master Yang Shu's half move. So far, he had no fighting spirit and abandoned the sword. This light wind and sparse moon with the level of Chinese Holy ware was also handed over to Tang Lichuan by the national master Yang Shu.
However, Yang Shu instructed that the sword was forbidden by him, so that Tang Lichuan could not untie the prohibition when his strength did not reach a certain level, otherwise he would be eaten by the sword Qi.
He knew his own strength and that of Bai Muhan. Although Bai Muhan was defeated by the national master Yang Shu, his strength was still the most powerful among the swordsmen of the Kirin empire. Tang Lichuan didn't think of using light wind to disperse the moon in a short time.
Now, like the nine ancient swords of the iron mountain family, this sword escaped completely by self will, not Tang Lichuan's instigation.
”Does this sword feel the pressure of that sword and feel that it has been provoked and must come forward to compete?”
Tang Lichuan stared at the famous sword in front of him, and felt quite speechless about the dispute between weapons.
The light wind and the sparse moon floated in the air, sending out a burst of dissatisfied buzzing. Even through the prohibition set by Yang Shu, Tang Lichuan could still feel the strong power of this famous sword.
”Is it urging me to unseal it?”
Although Tang Lichuan hasn't completely subdued the sword, he has also communicated with the spirit of nine ancient swords. He can see some signs of his reaction to the famous sword.
It's just that the national master Yang Shu once told him not to listen. It's easy to unseal, but he doesn't have such a great ability to seal this holy weapon and famous sword with strong spirit.
Whether to unseal the sword or not, Tang Lichuan fell into a contradictory struggle for a time.
Bai Muhan's sword has a sharp sense of war. Tang Lichuan doesn't make a decision for a moment. It keeps sending out the sword idea, and even sends out the buzzing sound of the sword to express his dissatisfaction.
”The 'eternal hatred' sealed in the sculpture doesn't look like an ordinary product. If you can break the secret of eternal hatred by removing the imprisonment of light wind and sparse moon, you may get another rare famous Feng! And my strength may not be better than Bai Muhan, but I have made great progress. If you use the supreme skill of dry sky to suppress it, you may not be able to forcibly take back this sword.”
After thinking for a moment, Tang Lichuan finally made a decision and hit the unsealing secret skill handed down by the national teacher Yang Shuchuan towards the light wind and the moon. Suddenly, a sense of Qingsheng sword rushed straight into the nine days. The surging air waves were like water waves, and instantly spread to ten miles away.
”It's really not reassuring. Such a big noise will inevitably lead to monsters in tianwu territory!”
Seeing the irrecoverable fluctuation of the sword, Tang Lichuan sighed in his heart. Regardless of whether the holy sword determined to fight understood it or not, he said in a helpless tone, ”hurry up if you want to do something. I don't want to be chased by a group of monsters in tianwu!”
As soon as the words fell, the light wind and the sparse moon suddenly condensed a strong sword meaning. The sword meaning condensed into the essence. At a glance, Tang Lichuan almost bit his tongue: ”the floating cloud sword Saint Bai Muhan! You... No, no, this is not himself, but the illusion formed by the sword meaning branded in the sword!”
At the beginning, Tang Lichuan was really bullied by the authenticity of the phantom and the breath of not losing tianwu territory. He almost thought that Bai Muhan had directly transmitted it through the sword.
But when he looked closely, he found that the illusory figure was actually full of pure sword meaning.
In the light wind and sparse moon, the meaning of the sword turned into shape, and the eternal hatred on the opposite side was not vague. The same level of authority broke out. An old man in white with white beard and detached style appeared in a floating manner.