Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 115 Sacrificial Vessels
Boom!
As Fang Can stepped on the head, the man only smelled a fishy smell coming.

The hard ground was directly pressed by his even harder head, leaving marks, and his entire head was buried in the ground.

"This is too much, it's really too much!"

The man tried desperately to stretch his body, but he felt that the foot above his head was like a pillar of heaven, difficult to resist.

"Huh? You still dare to resist."

A surprised voice came from above my head, and then I heard the voice continue: "In that case, strip him first, break his hands and feet, and hang him up."

The next moment, he felt that he had been grabbed by the believers around him. With a series of breaking sounds, his limbs were precisely twisted off in severe pain.

When his eyes regained their sight, he had been stripped naked and hung on a flag, like a sunny doll, hanging diagonally in the air.

Fang Can turned around and looked at the guy who jumped out first.

He found that after the guy was punched in the face by him, his face was completely sunken and his brains were overflowing from his ears, but he was not dead.

"Huo, should we say that warriors are indeed very strong? They are not dead yet."

Fang Can smiled as he watched the challengers being stripped naked and hung on the flagpole one by one in humiliation. The murderous aura he had just felt completely dissipated.

He walked to the place where Wan Chenyu had left the broadsword and grasped the hilt with his right hand.

With just a little effort, he pulled the entire broadsword out of the soil. It weighed no more than 100 to 180 pounds, not at all as heavy as the one Fang Can had just faced.

This thick and broad sword is more than four feet long. At this moment, a lifelike golden dragon is coiling on the blade, with its head held high and eyes as bright as torches, vaguely containing anger and majesty.

The handle of the knife should be made of high-quality ebony, inlaid with circles of gold wire, with a hard and smooth texture.

Holding it in your hand, you feel steady and comfortable. The handle is wrapped with golden silk thread, which echoes the dragon pattern on the blade. The end of the handle is carved into the shape of a dragon's tail.

Looking at this broadsword made of unknown black gold, Fang Can recalled the power it had shown when Wan Chenyu had used it before, and subconsciously exerted force with the hand holding the hilt.

The next moment, he felt his right arm sink.

The weight of the entire broadsword increased at least ten times in an instant.

And starting from the golden line on the handle, the golden dragon on the knife seemed to come alive, emitting golden light, which spread to the entire blade.

"This……"

Fang Can seemed to be thinking about something, and began to gradually exert force with his right arm holding the handle of the knife.

Then he discovered that as the strength of his grip on the handle increased, the weight of the entire broadsword and the temperature of the blade were constantly increasing.

Under the weight, Fang Can's legs began to sink into the ground little by little.

Until the end, Fang Can gripped the hilt with all his strength. The weight of the broadsword in his hand was close to 50 tons, as if all the strength of his whole body was pressed on it.

Feeling the scorching wind blowing on his face, the surrounding warriors all looked over at him.

"Not bad." Fang Can grabbed the broadsword in his hand with satisfaction, looked at Li Xiangyang beside him and said:

"Hey, what is this? It looks quite unusual."

In response to Fang Can's question, Li Xiangyang, who was stripped and hung, said nothing and obviously did not want to answer.

"Tell me and I'll let you down early. Otherwise, you'll be hanging like this." Fang Can threatened, not afraid that the other party would not speak.

This guy’s attitude was pretty good before, so it’s okay for him to be treated better now that he’s been captured.

After explaining this, Li Xiangyang then said: "This is a sacrificial vessel, created by the warriors of the Road to Heaven with their own heritage." "Sacrificial vessel?" Fang Can lowered his head and stared at the broadsword.

"After every warrior steps onto the path to heaven, he or she can follow their heart and give birth to a corresponding inheritance according to the amount of light in their soul."

Li Xiangyang said: "Most warriors choose to endow themselves with the light of the soul to gain extraordinary abilities, while a small number of warriors choose to borrow the light of the soul from external objects to give their weapons special powers."

"We collectively call these weapons sacrificial weapons."

"Brother Wan... Wan Chenyu's broadsword was made by his uncle as a sacrificial weapon. Later, his uncle died in an accident, and the sword was passed down to him by the clan."

"Because his uncle is a rank two warrior, the entire dragon pattern black gold sword has two inheritances condensed on it, one is Forced Heaven, and the other is Red Flame, which can increase the weight and temperature of the blade."

Because he usually interacted with Wan Chenyu, Wan Chenyu showed off this sacrificial vessel every day like a fisherman, so much so that Li Xiangyang was tired of hearing it.

Therefore, even the inheritance has been fully understood, and this time all is revealed.

“But… aren’t you from Jiejian Mountain? How come you don’t even know about the sacrificial instruments?” Li Xiangyang asked subconsciously.

"What's wrong with Jiejian Mountain? Do you have to know this?" Fang Can retorted subconsciously.

"You are the experts in sacrificial vessels. Every disciple leaves his sacrificial vessel inside the mountain gate after his death."

“Everyone knows that the number of sacrificial vessels in your Jiejian Mountain is so large that you can’t count them with one hand. There are at least dozens of sacrificial vessels stuck in the sword tomb in the back mountain, and the number of fake sacrificial vessels is even more innumerable.” Li Xiangyang said as a matter of course.

Fang Can: "Ah? Is that so?"

Li Xiangyang: "What else?"

At this point, Li Xiangyang stared at Fang Can with suspicion. As a disciple of Jiejian Mountain, how come he didn't even know about the sacrificial instruments?

They had suspected before why a female sect in Jiejian Mountain would choose to support Fang Can. There must be something fishy going on.

As if he understood what the other party meant, Fang Can subconsciously rolled his eyes and said, "It would take you this much time to reach the ninth level of Xuanguan, but you still don't know anything."

As soon as these words came out, Li Xiangyang's doubts were immediately dispelled. Tianji Tower would not lie, which meant that this freak really had trained himself to this appearance within two months.

When he thought of this, he felt so jealous that his teeth were numb.

Comparison is the thief of joy. The second young master of the Li family is a genius after all, at least one in a hundred thousand. But he couldn't even withstand a single move from this guy.

At this moment, he was still stripped naked and tied to a pole. Seeing this, he begged for mercy: "Hey, put me down first. Wan Chenyu's convoy will be here soon. I can't afford to lose face."

"Convoy?" Fang Can waved his hand gently, signaling his men to untie Li Xiangyang, while his eyes looked into the distance.

A few miles away, I saw a huge convoy of at least several thousand people rushing towards here.

Amid the smoke and dust raised by the convoy, the loud singing of a suona could be faintly heard.

"Interesting, did they prepare a banquet and a band for themselves in advance?" Fang Can couldn't help but laugh.

His original plan to return to the sedan chair failed. He jumped lightly and sat sideways on the sedan chair, looking at the convoy that was getting closer and closer in the distance.

After cleaning up, Ye Yonglie and the others also noticed the team coming from a distance. After roughly guessing what it meant, they all looked forward to the show.

At this moment, Wan Chenyu, who was on the flagpole, slowly woke up, feeling severe pain on his face and his eyes were dark.

But his sensitive ears had already heard the sound of suona coming from afar, which was the sound of his own convoy.

The next moment, a feeling of fear rose from the bottom of his heart!
(End of this chapter)