Chapter 2079

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Strange Broken Sword

"Haha, the opening time of the Ancient Sword Tomb is not fixed. We just entered the Waning Waxing Que and the Ancient Sword Tomb opened. Looks like our luck is not bad." Yao Xiong's eyes blazed.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Swoosh! As soon as Yao Xiong finished speaking, the Emperor Spirit took the lead and flew into the Ancient Sword Tomb like a rainbow. He said coldly, "The opening of the Ancient Sword Tomb depends on your luck. Contact each other after the tomb closes."

The moment the Emperor Spirit flew out, Lady Cursing Ghost and Luo Suo also rushed out without hesitation. Obviously, they knew the Ancient Sword Tomb well.

Only Zhuowen was confused. He looked at Yao Xiong, who was not far away.

Yao Xiong looked at Zhuowen and said with a smile, "Brother Zhuo, the opening of the Ancient Sword Tomb means that the ancient swords are looking for their fated ones. It's also the time for cultivators to find their own Opportunities. It's hard to say. Brother Zhuo, you'll know once you enter the Ancient Sword Tomb!

"Of course, I'll contact you after the Ancient Sword Tomb closes, Brother Zhuo!"

After saying that, Yao Xiong went into the Ancient Sword Tomb.

Zhuowen frowned and looked at the Ancient Sword Tomb again.

Sword lights flashed like stars in the sky above the Ancient Sword Tomb.

Zhuowen saw that the 4,444 ancient swords that were stuck in the ground had flown up into the sky and were revolving around the huge stone coffin, forming a huge sword light storm.

Around the storm of sword light, many cultivators' eyes were burning with desire. They rushed into the storm of sword light to snatch the ancient swords they had their eyes on.

Unfortunately, most of the ancient swords let out ear-piercing sword cries the moment the cultivator grabbed the sword hilt, and violently flung the cultivator away.

The same thing happened everywhere in the Ancient Sword Tomb. Some cultivators who were not strong enough could not resist the terrifying tearing force of the sword light storm and were torn to pieces.

Suddenly, a figure shot out from the storm of sword-light. Then, he looked around and suddenly flew into the distance.

As soon as this person left, some of the clever cultivators in the surroundings followed and attacked together, strangling this person to death.

As soon as the person died, a sword light flew out. It was an ancient sword.

It seemed that this person was fated with one of the ancient swords in the Ancient Sword Tomb, so the sword chose this cultivator.

Unfortunately, this cultivator's strength was too weak. He was simply not a match for the surrounding cultivators. As a result, he was besieged and killed by so many cultivators.

As for the ancient sword, after the cultivator died, it turned back into a sword light and merged into the sword light storm.

Zhuowen slowly landed in the Ancient Sword Tomb and looked up at the swords that had turned into a sword light storm.

From time to time, there would be cultivators flying in the Ancient Sword Tomb, trying to snatch the ancient swords.

Zhuowen's Divine sense, he noticed that the Emperor Spirit was in the middle of the Sword light storm.

. It's sword Spirit was a sword Spirit Sword Tomb, a sword Sword Spirit was two feet long and one long sword was one.. it was was, it was Sword Was Inlaid in the middle was Sword Sword Sword, a sword, in the middle, it was in the Golden Sword.. Sword Was it it.

With Zhuowen's knowledge, he could tell that this ancient sword was much stronger than the other ancient swords in the sword light storm.

The king spirit grabbed the sword with his right hand, and a massive amount of God power formed a chain around the sword.

The ancient sword let out an angry sword hum as it continuously twisted its body. The sword light poured out like water, but it was useless.

The king spirit was a seventh-level elite. Although it was far weaker than the Ancient Sword Saint King, it was still strong enough to take the sword that had been forged by the Ancient Sword Saint King.

After struggling to no avail, the giant sword finally stopped screaming and surrendered to the king spirit's power.

The king spirit grinned and put away the sword. Just as he was about to try and claim the second sword, a powerful attack came from the coffin in the middle of the tomb. It was headed straight for the king spirit.

The king spirit's face changed. He clenched his right fist and punched the incoming attack.

Bang bang bang!

A series of explosions sounded, and the king spirit was forced out of the sword light storm's range.

"Ancient Sword Tomb, the fated one can only claim one ancient sword. Do not be greedy!"

The voice from the coffin was deafening and thought-provoking.

The king spirit frowned. In the end, he did not enter the sword light storm again.

He knew very well that although the Ancient Sword Saint King was dead, the divine sense he left behind was very powerful. He was no match for it.

As for the surrounding cultivators, after the king spirit was forced out of the sword light storm, they scattered like frightened birds. They did not dare to get close to the king spirit.

Although many cultivators wanted to attack the fated one who claimed the ancient sword, it depended on the person.

The king spirit's aura was as vast as the ocean. It was obvious that he was a high-level Void Sky elite. How could they dare to snatch such a powerful elite?

Unless they were tired of living.

The king spirit also noticed Zhuowen not far away, but after a glance, he ignored him. He took out the ancient sword and planned to refine it openly.

The king spirit's actions were arrogant. Wasn't it obvious that he wanted others to come and snatch it?

Zhuo Wen ignored the king spirit and jumped into the storm of swordlights.

Zhuowen was good at using swords. If he could find a better ancient sword in the sword light storm, he might be able to replace the Glorious Purple Galaxy Sword.

After all, as Zhuowen's cultivation increased, the Glorious Purple Galaxy Sword was not as useful to him. After all, it was a divine sword that Zhuowen had refined when he was at the peak of the Sky Celestial Stage. It was not a Void Sky divine weapon.

This Ancient Sword Saint King was an old monster of the Void Sky Eight Steps. Moreover, the aura released from the sarcophagus just now was even more magnificent than You Wu Si's. It seemed like this Ancient Sword Saint King was much stronger than You Wu Si when he was alive.

Zhuowen did not know how terrifying the Ancient Sword Sage King was. The Ancient Sword Sage King was only half a step away from the Nine Steps Void Sky.

His strength was so strong that even Lord Brahma could not help but praise him.

Although You Wu Si was also at the Eight Steps Void Heaven Realm, he was still a distance away from the peak. Moreover, this old man had suffered serious injuries in the past. Although he had taken the Heavenly Domain Star Essence, it had dragged on for too long. He had already developed some hidden injuries, and his strength had declined a lot compared to the past.

An ancient sword forged by such an existence must be a top quality Void Sky divine weapon. If Zhuowen could obtain one, it would be greatly beneficial to his strength.

Moreover, the fated one did not have to be fated. If one was strong enough to subdue an ancient sword, they could be considered fated.

Just now, the king spirit had used the same method to forcibly subdue an ancient sword.

"I can only choose one ancient sword. I have to consider it carefully!"

Shuttling through the storm of sword-light, Zhuo Wen resisted the tearing force around him while using his powerful consciousness to observe the uniqueness of the swords in the storm.

Zhuowen's Divine Sense was so powerful that it was like countless tentacles. In an instant, it spread through the entire sword light storm. Zhuowen could clearly observe the uniqueness of each ancient sword and even compare them.

As Zhuowen's cultivation continued to improve, his Divine Sense also increased. Strictly speaking, Zhuowen's Divine Sense was stronger than the Seven Steps Void Sky divine weapon.

In this sword light storm, Zhuowen was like a fish in water. Not only could he rely on his Divine Sense to travel quickly, but he could also quickly compare the various ancient swords.

"Huh?

This ancient sword … "

Zhuowen's eyes suddenly narrowed. In his Divine Sense, he found a rusty broken sword floating near the center of the sword light storm.

This broken sword looked very ordinary, and it was extremely damaged. It looked very broken.

If one didn't pay close attention, one wouldn't pay too much attention to this mediocre looking ancient sword among so many ancient swords.

But Zhuowen's eyes were particularly dignified. This was because when this broken sword floated in the air, the other ancient swords around it all retreated. It was as if they were in awe of this ugly broken sword.

Zhuowen's Divine Sense was very strong, and this scene was unintentionally seen by him.

If he hadn't seen this scene, Zhuowen wouldn't have paid attention to this broken sword.

Zhuowen also found that this broken sword was very low-key. It was basically floating in a relatively secluded place.

It was only because the broken sword had casually moved a certain distance that Zhuo Wen had discovered the strange scene just now.

"This sword is not ordinary!"

Zhuowen's eyes flashed as he rushed towards the broken sword.

Perhaps it had sensed Zhuo Wen's gaze, but the broken sword actually turned in his direction. Soon after, it turned back and quickly rushed forward.

It was like a cat that had stolen something. When it turned back and saw its owner chasing after it, it immediately ran away.

"This guy … is so human. It's definitely not simple!"

Zhuowen was more and more certain that this broken sword was not ordinary. He quickly rushed forward, wanting to catch up with the broken sword.

But what surprised Zhuowen was that every time he was about to catch up with the broken sword, the sword light storm around him would suddenly rush over. A terrifying tearing force would reduce his speed.

After the broken sword had rushed forward for a distance, the tearing force disappeared again, and Zhuowen chased after it again.

Zhuowen felt that this broken sword seemed to be playing with him.

If this was really the case, wouldn't this broken sword be able to control the strength of the sword light storm? Then what was the origin of this broken sword?

"Xiao Hei, I'll leave that broken sword to you. Can you subdue it?"

Zhuowen immediately summoned the Thunderfire Sword and pointed forward to the broken sword that was slowly luring Zhuowen to chase after it.

He knew that Xiao Hei liked to be a sword slave. Back then, the Blood Immortal and the Extreme Flaming Sword were both turned into sword slaves by this guy.

Now that this broken sword was not ordinary, perhaps this guy would be interested.

"This broken sword's Artifact Spirit's intelligence is not low. It actually knows how to play with people. It really has the demeanor of this Dragon Lord back in the day!"