Huangxiu

Chapter 438 Flying Sword
Chu Zhiyuan half believed and half doubted: "Can I achieve perfection in this realm directly by devouring one person?"

"This is the real Huaisu Jue."

"The others are not practicing the real Huaisu Jue?"

“It’s just the skin and fur.”

"Is it because they are not talented enough? Or do they lack understanding?"

"That's right, it's because you don't have enough comprehension, you can't comprehend Huaisu's artistic conception, it's really a waste of nature's gifts and a waste of your essence and blood."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "I have killed so many evil sect masters, but I have only encountered you, a true disciple. Why don't those true disciples come to kill me?"

"I just don't bother to attack."

"It's rare to find someone so proud. I still have the statue of the Venerable from the Tianxin Sect. Why don't they ask for it?"

"Who said no?"

A figure floated down and landed next to Xie Wufeng.

It was a young man with a handsome appearance, looking at Chu Zhiyuan with a smile: "Lu Yuhua, the true disciple of Tianxin Sect, greets the Fourth Prince."

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him, who was also a perfect Grandmaster, and said with a smile: "How many people did you kill to reach your current level?"

"I can't count them all." Lu Yuhua said with a disdainful smile, "Who would remember this?"

Chu Zhiyuan sighed: "Tianxin Sect really kills the most people."

"Your Highness is really pedantic. In this world, people eat each other. If you don't eat others, others will eat you." Lu Yuhua's handsome face was full of sarcasm.

Chu Zhiyuan remained silent.

Lu Yuhua snorted, "Just like you, my prince, you also rely on killing people to gain merit and gain cultivation resources. How is that different from us killing people directly?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It's also killing people, but the difference between me and you is that when I kill people, I kill those who deserve to be killed."

"That sounds nice, but who gets to decide who should be killed and who shouldn't?" Lu Yuhua sneered, "You guys hold the power. You decide who should be killed. It's so hypocritical."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Killing innocent people indiscriminately, shouldn't he be put to death?"

"Innocent, how do you know he is innocent?"

"If you haven't committed any crime, you are innocent."

"He is not guilty of any crime, but he may be cruel and violent?"

"You two want to sit down and discuss philosophy with me?"

Chu Zhiyuan was too lazy to waste words. There was no need to say too much to two dead people.

Xie Wufeng said slowly: "Then let me teach you the swordsmanship of the prince. I will ask you again, prince, can you hand over the statue of the Venerable?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Come and take it based on your ability. Kill me or cripple me, and you can take it away."

"Then don't blame us for being ruthless." Xie Wufeng said slowly.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly took out the soul-sealing box and quickly placed the statue into the box.

The feeling of danger came to an abrupt end.

Chu Zhiyuan looked up at him and said with a smile: "Good trick."

One attracted himself to speak, and the other acted secretly to activate the statue of this venerable one.

It takes extraordinary strength to make oneself feel dangerous.

It must be necessary to utilize the power within the statue of the Venerable or to attract extraordinary forces from outer space.

No matter what kind of power it is, it is the power that can kill oneself.

Xie Wufeng sighed and looked at Lu Yuhua.

Lu Yuhua was helpless: "How cunning! It was just a little short."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and put the Soul Sealing Box into his sleeve, then put his hand on the hilt of the knife.

"See you later!" Xie Wufeng clasped his fists and suddenly disappeared into the distance.

Lu Yuhua screamed, "I'll come back to you when I become a Grand Master. Take the statue of the Venerable Master."

He also shot towards nowhere as he spoke.

Chu Zhiyuan chuckled and said, "If you're here, stay."

"Tsk! Tsk!"

Two shadows suddenly shot through the hearts of the two men and came out with blood.

The two men paused for a moment, then turned into a streak of light and shot off into the distance.

"Swish! Swish!" Two more phantoms shot through the two men's foreheads.

The four swords disappeared into thin air. As Chu Zhiyuan spoke, they slowly rose up and moved closer behind the two men.

The two of them took advantage of the conversation to do something naughty.

So does he.

Four flying knives that were ambushing in the place they had to pass suddenly appeared, and the two of them wanted to avoid them but were unable to.

All he could do was watch helplessly as he was shot.

The first time it hits the heart, it is even harder to dodge.

The knives in their hearts activated the secret technique and they were no longer clear-headed. They only focused on speed and could not react quickly.

So the second batch of flying knives could easily shoot into their foreheads and kill them. He watched the two people fall to the ground in despair, and then quickly shrink.

He didn't rush forward.

But full of expectations.

True disciples are completely different from ordinary disciples, and they must have good things with them.

The Biluo robe that he was wearing now, which he had never been willing to take off, was passed down from Zhang Youling, the true disciple of the Yuding Sect.

What good things do these two true disciples have?
The two of them shrank extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they had turned into two skeletons.

In addition to the skull, there are two other things.

A small wooden sword and a black iron plate.

Chu Zhiyuan was surprised.

Attention first falls on the small wooden sword.

The small wooden sword, about the length of a palm, looks like a child's toy at first glance.

But it is extremely exquisite, with delicate and clear patterns, just like blooming flowers.

In the cave light, the patterns are moving and the flowers seem to be slowly blooming.

The difference between the small sword seen by the naked eye and the small sword in the cave light is the static and dynamic patterns.

He stretched out his hand curiously.

The small sword flew into his hand, and it felt as light as a feather.

He concentrated his energy.

The small sword glowed slightly and slowly floated up.

Chu Zhiyuan was surprised.

This is even lighter and smoother than his own flying knife.

This is a natural flying sword!
He always felt that the sword-controlling technique of the Yuxu Sword Sect was not as powerful as the Dragon Transformation Technique.

Now seeing this small sword, he vaguely understood something.

The foundation of the Yuxu Sword Sect is the sword.

What I have always lacked is a sword, a sword like this small sword.

Under the stimulation of the sword-controlling technique, it became more and more agile, as easy as using one's arm, without any delay or hindrance.

The small sword flew away suddenly, and then shot back again, at an incredibly fast speed, faster than any of his flying knives.

And the distance is further.

The range of super-sensory insight is the range it can reach.

Wielding this sword does not exhaust one's energy at all. Instead, it feels light and smooth, and even replenishes one's spirit.

The feeling was so wonderful that he couldn't leave and became addicted.

"Bobo Bobo..."

The small sword passed through the trees without any hindrance, as if it was passing through the shadows of the trees.

Wherever it passed, trees were blown to pieces.

Chu Zhiyuan was more and more surprised. It seemed that he had blown the tree to pieces without any effort.

The power is far beyond imagination.

After playing for a while, Chu Zhiyuan reluctantly put the sword away.

When the sword was activated, two small words faintly appeared in the pattern, named "Thunder".

Such a light little sword is actually called Thunder.

But considering its speed and power, the name seems to fit.

Chu Zhiyuan held the small sword in his hand and shook his head with emotion.

Among the many flying knives and swords, it is the real flying sword.

After thinking for a while, he closed his eyes and stood still, activating a certain technique in the Yuxu Sword Sutra.

The small sword in his hand gradually faded away, like a clear sword shadow reflected in the clear cold pond.

Chu Zhiyuan gently pressed it towards his dantian.

It penetrates into the Dantian.

A small sword appeared in the vortex of Dantian, which was the Thunder Sword.

That’s right, this is a real flying sword.

……

Chu Zhiyuan looked at the black iron plate.

The black iron plate looks ordinary, with no exotic patterns and ordinary materials.

But the fact that it was able to stay and not be corroded and disappeared by the evil energy is enough to prove its extraordinaryness.

(End of this chapter)