Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Once the war began, there was no turning back. The combined forces of the immortal sects and the demonic hordes, these two currents representing the pure, the turbid, the good, and the evil, collided with a thud. In an instant, the world was eclipsed, leaving only a tragic scene of spiritual light and demonic evil.

On this chaotic battlefield, several figures shone as brightly as stars, taking the lead in tearing apart the dull killing situation. They were none other than the geniuses of various factions!

The one who took the lead was Ji Yanli, the eldest senior brother of the Wenxian Sect.

His figure was as fast as lightning, and he rushed out of the protection range of the spirit boat. The long sword in his hand was unsheathed with a clang. The sword light was as cold as the cold moon in the sky. The sharp sword energy instantly cleared away the dirty demonic energy that was several feet around him.

With his sword heart clear, each sword strike was extremely precise, pointing directly at the monster's vital points. The sword force was continuous like a waterfall. Wherever it passed, low-level monsters fell like mowed grass, clearing a path for his fellow disciples behind him.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, fixed on the area in front of him where the demonic energy was most concentrated.

Following closely behind was a brilliant sword aura as bright as the sun! Lingxiao Sect's Wei Xun, man and sword became one, transforming into a shocking rainbow. The sword energy was so strong that it even faintly caused the sound of wind and thunder.

His sword moves wildly and vigorously, full of unstoppable determination. He crashes into a group of tough and strong power demons. With the flash of sword light, he forcibly tears a hole in the seemingly indestructible magic formation.

Yin Junhuai wields the sword lightly and his figure is as elusive as smoke, but the sword light is tricky and fierce, specifically looking for the weak points in the monster's defense, complementing Wei Xun's fierceness.

"Hahaha! So satisfying!" Qin Xiao laughed loudly, and his figure soared into the sky from the Piaomiao Valley camp like a roc spreading its wings.

He did not fly the sword, but with his palms flying, the powerful spiritual power attracted the fire spirit of the whole sky. The scorching flames roared out like a tornado, burning several flying demon birds that tried to attack the low-level disciples to ashes.

Its momentum is wild and its flames are raging, fully demonstrating its flamboyant nature.

The demon camp is also unwilling to lag behind.

Cang Lige walked lightly, with a solemn look on his beautiful face.

She did not rush into the battle, but hung in mid-air, moving the air with her slender jade fingers and chanting the ancient and ethereal mermaid war song.

When "Nine Chapters of Tide Sound" was put into operation, the majestic water spirit energy gathered and transformed into visible azure sound wave ripples, which spread in all directions.

As the sound waves passed, the momentum of the demons' charge stagnated and their movements became slow, while the disciples of the immortal sect felt their spirits lifted and their spiritual energy flowed more smoothly.

The flowing silk in her hand danced gracefully, seemingly soft, but as it was waved, it rolled up huge waves and slammed the approaching monsters away.

Tan Heng's green eyes were cold, and his figure blended mysteriously into the shadows of the battlefield.

The Thousand Tribulations Snake Bone Whip in his hand twisted like a living thing, and the tip of the whip broke through the air, making a hissing sound like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The invisible and intangible poison spread with the whip shadow. The monster that was hit was unaware at first, but soon the demonic energy in its body became disordered, its scales fell off, it let out painful howls, and began to disintegrate from the inside.

Wherever she went, it seemed as if she brought a silent realm of death.

In sharp contrast to him is Li Zhe, the young master of Beast Valley.

The honest young master roared angrily, his body suddenly grew a little bigger, his muscles became knotted, and the "Crazy Blood Hundred Beasts Art" was running to the extreme, and a blood-red light appeared all over his body.

He held a door-like Sky-Splitting Axe in his hand, without any fancy techniques, only the simplest and most violent chopping!

With one blow of the axe, a strong wind roared, often splitting the demon and its armor together. The force was so strong and heavy that it was like a heavy battering ram on the battlefield, firmly guarding a key pass.

"Yan Zhaoming is here! You little devils, try my arrows!" The arrogant laughter of Yan Zhaoming, the young master of Fentian Valley, rang out.

He did not fight in close combat, but stood on a slightly higher rock, with the Lingyang bow in his hand pulled like a full moon. As the bowstring vibrated, arrows condensed with the ultimate power of the sun shot out like meteors chasing the moon.

The arrows are not straight lines, but have strange arcs. They can often bypass the friendly forces in front and accurately shoot into the monster's eye sockets, joints and other weak points. The arrows explode when they touch the body, turning into small balls of flames, with amazing lethality.

Yun Wujiu shows Taoist composure.

He stepped on the Seven Star Steps and held a seemingly ordinary peach wood sword in his hand. However, when the tip of the sword moved, thunderclouds gathered in the sky.

When the "Nine Heavens Thunder Art" was performed, purple thunderbolts came down like winding dragons and snakes. The extremely masculine and powerful force of thunder was the nemesis of demonic energy. The monsters that were struck by it were instantly charred and carbonized.

He has a gentle personality, but is ruthless in his attacks. Under the coverage of thunder magic, he effectively curbs the spread of evil energy.

The Jiang sisters of Lingbo City moved like butterflies, shuttling around the edge of the battlefield.

The Yuexianci in Jiang Jinyue's hand is like a butterfly flying through flowers. Its moves are swift and mysterious, specializing in harassment and assassination. It often delivers a fatal blow from an incredible angle when the monster is responding to a frontal attack.

Jiang Caixue was as steady as a mountain. The Snow Hidden Spear brought with it a chilling chill when she swung it. She was also better at defense and field control, blocking sneak attacks for her sister and the surrounding cultivators time and time again. The sisters worked together seamlessly.

Yu Shuoyang's two swords were like wheels, with sword lights flashing densely, guarding against any leaks. His aunt Yu Jingqiu was like a ghost, with a pair of Emei spears appearing and disappearing mysteriously, specializing in attacking the lower body and joints. The aunt and niece joined forces, like an efficient killing machine.

Wang Yanzhi did not step forward directly, but instead continuously threw out various ingenious mechanical puppets, some of which exploded to injure the enemy, some spitted out poisonous smoke, and some formed simple formations, supporting the front line with his ingenious skills.

In the Wenxian Sect, Song Wen's movements were the most agile, weaving through the swarm of demons like a swimming fish. His long sword poked, stabbed, wiped, and lifted. It seemed random, but he could always resolve the crisis at the critical moment. His sword moves were cynical and sharp.

Zhang Zhixu played steadily and his swordsmanship was powerful. He always withstood the pressure at critical moments and created opportunities for his teammates.

Fu Xiujin saw talismans flying out like snowflakes from between his fingers. Fireballs, ice cones, Vajra talismans, divine talismans... all kinds of auxiliary and attacking talismans fell precisely on the places where they were most needed. Although they did not directly fight, their role was crucial.

Duan Jiashu, who was once a magic cultivator, also attacked with all his strength at this moment. He had a very good understanding of the workings of demonic energy, and his attacks were ruthless, specifically targeting the weaknesses of demonic skills with amazing efficiency.

Wu Feipeng, Zhang Miao and Yu He from the Discipline Hall formed a triangular battle formation. Their sword energies worked together, doubling their power. They were nailed to one position like a rock, and remained unmoved no matter how the demonic tide hit them.

The music practitioners in Piaomiao Valley also demonstrated extraordinary combat capabilities.

Xun Ruo held the pipa in his arms, plucking the strings with his five fingers. The sound was no longer a soft melody, but the sound of killing by iron horses. The sound waves turned into invisible blades, cutting the monsters.

The sound of Xiao Moqin's piano is distant, but it can disturb the monster's mind and make it fall into illusion.

The most eye-catching one was Nanxing, who played the suona so loudly that it shook the earth. The high-pitched sound pierced through the clouds and penetrated the soul. It had a strong deterrent and disintegrating effect on low-level monsters. The sound of the suona could actually clear out a small area.

Many monks saw this and called it weird.

These young geniuses, each with their own strengths, different personalities, and different skills, now tacitly form the sharpest spear tip and the toughest shield of the Immortal Gate Alliance.

Their figures flickered in the sky full of spiritual light and demonic flames, forming a magnificent picture of a group of anti-demon fighters full of blood, blood and hope.

It greatly boosted the morale and stabilized the position that was somewhat shaken in the early days of the Demon Lord's appearance, and declared with actions the determination of the younger generation of the Immortal Sect to rather break than bend!

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Because of the word limit, I'd like to add a digression here.

The last two pictures give some plots about Lu Wensheng's Fu Guang Sword and Liu Jiqian's Jiang Shuang Sword. These two cute swords - because they are spiritual swords with spiritual settings, they were written a long time ago. You can see the plot of Wan Jian Gui Zong, and make up for the quality problem of Fu Guang Sword.

By the way, why didn’t Lu Wensheng change to a more advanced sword?

A spiritual sword is not an ordinary sword.

A spiritual sword is equivalent to a sword with thoughts. It will be jealous and know that you are indecisive and will not cooperate. Therefore, it is not enough for those sword practitioners to support them.

The spirit sword will only recognize one master and will not abandon the master unless the master dies or is unsuitable.

(However, some spirit swords without contracts are another matter. The sword master must cultivate a good relationship with the spirit sword, otherwise the spirit sword will "remarry")

Some abandoned spiritual swords will be sent back to the sword tomb or discarded (this behavior will be despised, and sword cultivators may offer warmth). Swords will only come to the sword tomb when their owners are gone or have no owners. If they are sent back by their owners, they will become depressed under the blow and close themselves off from then on, with their spiritual light obscured by dust.

Some swords without masters may not choose another master out of sentimentality.

The lifespan of a spirit sword is much longer than that of a human. Some spirit swords that have passed through several masters all share a common trait, always projecting a shadow of the original owner. (Sword stand-in literature, who are you looking through me at?)

Moreover, it is the sword that picks the man, not the man that picks the sword. The sword and the sword master are running in two directions.

Ling Jian: We are together because I like you. You should know that the people chasing me can line up from the Wenxian Sect to the Demon Realm.

What Jun Ning didn't mention when he gave Lu Wensheng the sword was that his master went to the sword tomb to ask for it—and he even cast a photo stone. Fu Guangjian fell in love with it at first sight, calling him "my true sword master." He also bravely fought his way through the ranks and emerged victorious. (Lu Wensheng was his first love, and Fu Guangjian fell in love with him at first sight. I'll write about that later.)

One of the principles of sword cultivators is: There are only unqualified masters, but no unqualified spirit swords. If the person is not good, don't blame the sword for not hitting the target.

So the sword cultivator in the article only talks about buying good things for the sword, and never talks about saving money to buy a new sword (haha, this little foreshadowing is hard to spot)