The sword was in a black gold scabbard. Everyone did not see how sharp the sharp blade was in the scabbard, so they could not recognize the sword.
But at the moment when the sword was unsheathed, the most special and unique sound of the sword in the world was like the ferocious cry of a kite on a cliff, resounding throughout the entire abyss.
That was a sound that could surpass all the swords in the world.
The red thunder light dispersed, and heavy rain fell from the sky, extinguishing all the thunder fire on the ancient trees.
The barrier that exploded out of a corner slowly closed and recovered, and the rain fell into this space without being affected by the barrier at all, soaking everyone's clothes.
Yin Hu seemed to be a little disgusted by the rain falling on the world. He groaned and turned into a stream of light and flew into the glass umbrella and disappeared.
The falling raindrops created dense ripples on the lake.
The sharks surfaced one after another, staring at this side with alert and curious eyes.
Wen Yu looked at Yang Zhao and Huang Kang who were struck by lightning and turned into two black corpses in front of them.
And... the man with two swords stuck in his abdomen, his knees went weak subconsciously, and he knelt down and said tremblingly: "The Master of the Thirteen Swordsmen, Lord Yuanli..."
In this world, anyone involved in spiritual practice will never be unfamiliar with this name.
Yuanru is not a person's name, but a sword.
One of the thirteen most powerful swords in the world.
The Qiushui Sword in Balian's hand is just a treasure.
In the entire Six Realms and Four Seas, all weapon levels are divided into five types: treasure weapons, magical weapons, spiritual weapons, fairy weapons and divine weapons.
The thirteen swords hidden in Tianxi are the top existences in the world, and they are thirteen artifacts that will never appear in the world.
These thirteen swords do not refer to a specific sword.
There is a treasure in the Tianxi. In the sword mountain closest to the God Realm, there are thirteen sacred sword monuments standing majestically.
Each sword stele hides the eternal sword soul, and the sword soul will resonate with a sword in a certain era, and then inhabit that sword to become the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi.
These thirteen swords will look for their own masters in the entire human world. If they are recognized by the swords, they can become one of the thirteen sword masters.
It is a symbol of supreme glory and recognition of strength.
The Thirteen Swords of Tianxi will never be destroyed. Even 500 years ago, when several swords were broken in the battle between good and evil, the soul in the sword was not destroyed. It returned to the sword monument and fell silent, waiting for a new beginning. The sword master appears.
And this Yuanli Sword is the youngest sword among the thirteen swords, ranking thirteenth.
For some reason, the world does not know the name of the owner of the Thirteenth Sword of Tianxi.
But the name of the sword is as clear as if it were imprinted on the soul.
They did not expect that they would see one of the Thirteen Swordsmen of the Tianxi with their own eyes in this Kongcang Mountain.
Some trembled, some trembled.
Because they recalled what had just happened.
Will Yuan Lijian be a remnant of the Demon Sect?
They fainted hard.
If one of the Thirteen Swords of the Tianxi could be the remnant of the Demon Sect, then this world might have already become the possession of the entire Demon Sect!
Compared to everyone's shock and blankness, Bailian didn't think that much.
He frowned and stepped forward, pushing away the two charred corpses in front of Jin Sheng, feeling secretly shocked.
He had seen how powerful Jin Sheng's lightning-drawing sword was, so naturally he was not in awe of the power of this sword.
Instead, he was shocked by the terrifying physical appearance of the two people pretending to be disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
It was clear that all the blood and blood in their hearts was transferred to the sword, but even though the thunder struck down, their lives ended.
The physical body was actually just charred black and did not directly turn into black charcoal ashes on the ground.
At this moment, the earth beneath him was cracked terribly, and lightning flashed in the cracks, making the soles of his feet hurt when he stepped on them.
At this moment, Jin Sheng's hand holding the sword hilt seemed to be burned, and his skin cracked with red cracks like lava.
He even ignored that there were still two swords stuck in his abdomen. He held the hilt of the sword with one hand and looked like he was trying to sheath it with all his strength.
But he barely raised the long sword in his hand, and such a simple movement caused the red cracks on his arm to extend crazily, and the violent sword energy directly exploded the clothes on his arm and shoulder.
"Help...help me." Facing Bailian, all the arrogance on Jinsheng's face seemed to be quietly restrained, and his words of initiative to ask for help made the whole audience's breathing stagnant.
Balian put his hands on it and firmly held his right hand holding the sword. At this moment, the temperature of his skin was so hot that it seemed as if it had been roasted by flames. It was frighteningly hot!
In the crack, bright red blood flowed out crazily, and one arm quickly withered.
Jinsheng's face became increasingly violent, and his red pupils seemed to be oozing blood.
He roared: "Help me sheath the sword! I have no strength!"
The unreserved sword that drew thunder made the spiritual energy in his body almost dry.
Balian saw that he was in a bad situation at the moment, and knew that if he continued to hold on to the sword, his entire life and soul might be sucked away by the sword.
Everyone watched the strange scene in front of them without blinking.
Balian lowered his hands an inch and whispered: "Give me the sword!"
Jinsheng's expression changed drastically with red eyes, and he shouted urgently: "Don't touch this sword directly!"
He is not the sword master. If he forcibly touches the unsheathed Yuan Sword, he will be torn to pieces by the sword's out-of-control sword energy in an instant!
In the end, his words were still a step too late, even though he held the hilt of the sword tightly.
But how could he, who was seriously injured and critically ill, be able to withstand the force of Balian's hand.
She snatched the sword from his hand very easily, and the violent sword energy tore the sleeves on Bailian's arms into pieces, revealing two pale and thin arms.
But...that's all.
Bailian raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Jinsheng calmly. He didn't know why he had such a big reaction.
The surface of his body exuded a faint green light, and the sword energy that was raging like a demon seemed to be... slightly restrained at this moment.
The anger on Jinsheng's face suddenly froze on that handsome face, and he slowly opened his mouth wide, with a funny look as if a ghost had strangled his neck.
Balian's face was sullen. Instead of being solemn as if facing a powerful enemy, there was a bit of strange complaint on his face. He muttered: "What a heavy sword."
Then he stood up in a majestic manner, pointed the sword tip straight down, and inserted it into the scabbard with incomparable precision.
Everything is calm...
Even the sword momentum that was gathering thunder in the rainy night in the sky dispersed.
The fiery red clouds turned back into billowing dark clouds.
The two bright stars embedded in the firebird gradually dimmed.
Bailian breathed a sigh of relief and did not hold up an umbrella. The cold raindrops still hit his clothes and body.
Hair gets wet quickly.
He looked down at Jin Sheng, who was stunned. His mouth was wide open at this moment, and his jaw seemed to be dislocated. Even the rain fell into his mouth and he couldn't close his mouth.
