C21 (2/2)

”Young man, the killing blade looks different from when you touch it!”

After a moment of silence, I floated up and grabbed at the sword I had pointed at. I thought the sword had a spirit and would flee, but I was wrong. The sword was in my hand and there was nothing extraordinary about it.

Just as I was about to pull it out, a sharp pain suddenly appears in my palm. The sword has already returned to its original position.

”This sword doesn't suit you!”

I frowned and circulated my spirit power. The wound on my palm gradually healed and after a moment, I grabbed another long blade.

I can't catch this blade. It's not that I can't hold it tight, but it's that there's a wave of blade energy on it that my hand can't even get close to.

”This blade doesn't suit you either.”

I gritted my teeth and extended my hand to grab a spear at the side. 'Bang!' I was sent flying several meters back. My Qi and blood surged upwards and my face paled. I had actually suffered some internal injuries.

”It seems that you are not qualified to use this spear.”

”Shut up!” The anger in my heart could no longer be endured. This is a venting of anger, I will release my anger here! Eight months of meditation at the waterfall at the back of the mountain was only for the sake of calming the mind, but from the looks of it, it was as fragile as a cicada's wing.

The voice didn't come again, as if I'd shouted and backed away, but I knew he was just out of sight, sneering quietly, looking at me.

I floated in mid-air as the murderous aura in my entire body was unleashed. The entire Hidden Sword Hall suddenly felt as though it had turned into winter.

Killing intent was not about killing more people, it was about how strong and firm a person's killing intent was!

My murderous heart wants to break the heavens!

At this moment, all the weapons were trembling and emitting a slight humming sound.

”Are you afraid?” I said coldly.

”Since you're afraid, then submit!” I roared to the sky, and all the blades started to whistle again, as if they were responding to me. They all flew to my side, circling around me, flying in all directions.

I thought it was all. In fact, there were still a hundred or so weapons hanging on the wall. Some were still trembling slightly, as if they were struggling, while others remained motionless and seemed to be filled with disdain.

Step by step, I walked to the side of a slightly trembling sword. I raised my hand and slowly grasped it in my hand. It's not that I don't want those that aren't moving, it's that I know my own limits, which are these trembling weapons.

When I landed back on the ground, I withdrew my killing intent. All of the weapons had returned to their original positions.

I didn't randomly pick this sword, but I felt it absorbing my killing intent. This slight tremble wasn't out of fear, but joy!

With a pale face, I caressed the scabbard, slowly gripped the hilt, and slowly pulled it out.

It was a thin, cold sword, and filled with an intense coldness that contained ruthlessness and a desire to kill!

An old man in a grey robe appeared beside me at some point. He looked at me and sighed.

”You should not have chosen this sword!”

”Why?” I returned my sword to its sheath and expressionlessly asked.

”Because it will lead you to a path of slaughter!”

Sneering, I softly said, ”That's great! What I want is exactly this!” But you are wrong, I am the one who brought it with me to kill! ”

Laughing loudly, I turned around to leave, ignoring the grey-robed old man who kept shaking his head.

Only after leaving the Hidden Sword Pavilion did I feel pain all over my body. Upon closer inspection, the originally exposed skin was covered in tiny scars. This was from being injured by the aura of a soldier. He circulated his spirit energy for a while and the wounds disappeared. Only then did he realize that Qiu Xuan was still waiting there. I don't know how long I had been in there for, but it looked like at least an hour had passed.

”What sword did you take?”

Seeing me pull out a sword, Qiu Xuan's interest was piqued. The moment they met, he asked.

The corner of my mouth widened into a smile as I held the sword horizontally. ”Zheng!”

The sword is entirely azure, and as thin as a cicada's wing. It has a hint of coldness in it, and a sense of bloodlust. Qiu Xuan nodded before turning to me with a slight smile.

”Is there a name?”

I shook my head. ”I haven't named you yet. Why don't you name me?”

Qiu Xuan, I already don't have that much of an aversion towards him. Furthermore, he intentionally expressed goodwill, so I don't want to have another enemy. Back when we destroyed the Peace Village, he wasn't among the surrounding people.

Nodding, Qiu Xuan paused. ”This sword, shall be called Qingshan.”

The name didn't matter to me, but I nodded anyway.

”Good, from now on, this sword is azure in color!”