Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Liu Jiqian activated his sword technique and swung the Crimson Frost Sword.

Wherever the sword light passed, it was not the silent purification of the Fuguang Sword, but an extremely cold seal!

An arc-shaped sword energy swept out, and wherever it passed, the air froze and the demonic energy stagnated. Seven or eight low-level monsters rushing in the front were instantly frozen into crystal ice sculptures, maintaining their ferocious posture of rushing forward, and were immediately shattered into pieces by the subsequent energy.

Even the surging evil spirit would become sluggish and slow when it came within three feet of the Crimson Frost Sword, as if suppressed by an invisible cold domain.

Lu Wensheng and Liu Jiqian, one of them is gentle but firm, the sword light is like the dawn, cleansing the filth; the other is cold but resolute, the sword force is like ice for thousands of miles, extinguishing all life.

The two men's sword intents seem very different, one warm and the other cold, life and death, but they form a wonderful complement and echo on the battlefield.

The Fuguang Sword and the Jiangshuang Sword, one is a new weapon that has grown from the ordinary and is eager to prove itself, and the other is a classic weapon with a profound background and a revived reputation. The two swords complement each other, and although there are no words, they seem to be competing silently, and they seem to be declaring side by side to the demonic atmosphere in the sky: This world is righteous, the fortune is not extinct, heroes are emerging, and with magic weapons in hand, how can we allow evil demons to run rampant!

Lu Wensheng's footwork changed, and the Fuguang sword in his hand became more and more fluid. His sword moves were sometimes light and graceful, like a breeze blowing on willows, breaking the siege of monsters; sometimes they were as heavy as a mountain, and the sword energy burst out, shocking a power demon who tried to launch a sneak attack and making it stumble back.

The sword spirit is in tune with its master's mind, and can always use its power at the most critical points, efficiently and accurately.

The Fuguang Sword shone brightly, and every successful slash and every effective defense conveyed a sense of joy and excitement, as if saying: "Look, I am also extraordinary! I am capable of fighting alongside my master!"

Liu Jiqian's sword skills were even more lonely and dangerous. When he wielded the Crimson Frost Sword, it would often produce several winter plum-like sword flowers in an instant, which would accurately penetrate into the body of the monster. The extremely cold sword energy would burst out from the inside out, completely freezing and disintegrating it.

The Crimson Frost Sword held a chilling chill, its whirring carrying an ancient pride and composure. Every time it froze a powerful enemy, every time it cleared a vast area, it seemed to respond calmly, "This is my duty. The true might of a divine sword lies in its eternal heritage and absolute power."

The Crimson Frost Sword looks cold and proud, as if silently interpreting what the "style of a famous sword" is.

However, the action of deliberately releasing a stronger burst of cold air near the Fuguang Sword also subtly revealed a desire to attract attention like "a peacock spreading its tail tail".

However, the two masters were unaware of the secrets between the spirit swords. The two sword holders only felt that their minds were connected, and their sword skills became more and more coordinated.

The two swords, along with their masters, are like two anchors on this chaotic battlefield, one warm and one cold, one growing and one dying, but together they support a bright and clear world that cannot be eroded by demonic energy.

Their performance not only won the admiration and trust of the surrounding monks, but also seemed to be a symbol: no matter how many hardships they have experienced, no matter how powerful the enemy they face, the righteous path will be passed on continuously, heroes will emerge from generation to generation, the magic weapons will be spiritual, and the thought of protecting the people will never be erased!

His style is outstanding, which frightens the enemy and gives me peace of mind.

The high spirits of the Second Sword spread like ripples, inevitably igniting the resonant hearts of the other spirit swords on the battlefield.

Swords are inherently sharp, and psychics are even more eager to win. Looking at the Fuguang Sword shining brightly like the rising sun, and the Jiangshuang Sword shining coldly like moonlight covering the ground, the two swords work together seamlessly, showing their divine power in the hands of their masters, slaying demons like cutting grass, how can the other spiritual swords hold back?

They were restless in their scabbards, making subtle buzzing sounds, communicating spiritually with each other, conveying vague but excited thoughts, like a group of fledglings who had witnessed the heroic appearance of the leader goose, eager to try, longing to soar into the sky as well.

If one had the ability to listen to the whispers of the ten thousand swords at this moment, one would hear a childish yet passionate "conversation":

A fire-attributed spirit sword trembled impatiently, the ruby ​​on the hilt flickering. "Look at that light, so warm, it's making the demonic energy retreat! I want to be as majestic as that and burn that demonic creature to a pulp!"

A nearby aqua-blue rapier emanated a cold thought: "Don't worry, don't worry. Your fierce nature requires the combined spiritual power of your master to unleash its full potential. Look at that crimson frost, its chill is truly powerful, freezing the monsters to the point of immobility!"

A heavy, plain heavy sword muttered, "Although I lack dazzling brilliance, a single strike from this sword will shatter the monster's tendons and bones! But my master is holding back. When will he be able to charge forward like them?"

These spirit swords were simple-minded and did not hide their envy. When the scabbards touched each other, the spiritual light flickered slightly, as if they were cheering each other on, or comparing whose edge was sharper and whose magical power was stronger. They were full of the unique simplicity and straightforwardness of weapons that were naive and unworldly.

The masters of the spirit swords naturally could not understand the specific words being spoken during this "heated discussion" between them.

The sword cultivators who were fighting with the monsters suddenly felt an unusual vibration from their swords, and a wave of heat, eagerness, and even a vague feeling of "hate iron but not steel" flooded into their minds like a tide.

He saw that his usually docile and quiet spirit sword was now radiant with light, its blade trembling slightly, conveying an unprecedented excitement and fighting spirit, as if urging: "Hurry! I want to go on the battlefield! I also want to slay demons and monsters and make a name for myself!"

This familiar scene instantly evoked the deepest fears in the hearts of some cultivators, especially the disciples who had participated in Shen Wenxin's "Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Sect" incident.

Some even looked up in panic, their eyes anxiously searching the chaotic battle for the figure with a long criminal record, their hearts wailing—Oh my God! This can't happen again at this critical moment! Sect Master Shen, please relinquish your magical powers! We're in the middle of a battle. If the spirit sword is abducted, won't we be left to face the demonic tide with bare hands? The Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect can't be so unethical!

Compared to Jiangshuang, who seemed to be "taking the lead in provoking trouble" and "seducing" the swords into becoming restless with her ancient majesty and sharp cold light, the spirituality of Fuguang Sword appeared to be more gentle and steady.

It sensed the excitement and confusion of its kin, and as its clear light shone, it conveyed a message of soothing and guidance, its message roughly: "Everyone, please be patient. Fighting alone and seeking momentary pleasure is not the way of our spiritual swords. Only by connecting with the master's mind and controlling him as if he were an arm can we unleash our true power amidst the vast enemy, protecting those who should be protected and slaying those who should be slain! This is our duty in this world, and it is also our supreme honor!"

Fu Guangjian's intention was peaceful and had a convincing power, like a clear spring flowing through dry soil, gradually calming the anxious and competitive hearts of the sword spirits.

Yes, instead of envying the brilliance of his sword, it is better to stand shoulder to shoulder with the master and bring one's own sharpness to the extreme!

Fu Guangjian, who was also impatient at first, was obviously calmer now. What he learned most from his master was how to speak. After these words, a potential "spiritual sword riot" disappeared without a trace.

The sword owners, whose hearts were in their throats, soon discovered that their spiritual swords were not out of control. Instead, the sword light became more condensed and pure, and the spiritual power flowed more smoothly than ever before. The degree of harmony between man and sword reached its peak at this moment!

With every move and every posture, as soon as the mind moves, the sword follows, like flowing clouds and water, the power is doubled!

The relief and ecstasy of surviving a disaster surged in their hearts, and some of the more sentimental monks were almost in tears - their own "ancestral sword" was quite difficult to serve on ordinary days, but it was so reasonable and cooperative at the critical moment!

Afterwards, some masters who had deeper communication with their own spirit swords or were good at divination and deduction learned the whole story of the "turmoil" between the spirit swords on the battlefield. They knew that it was Lu Wensheng's seemingly simple Fuguang sword that mediated and guided the situation, thus avoiding possible chaos, making all the swords united and boosting the momentum of the coalition forces.

They couldn't help but shed tears of gratitude towards the jade-like Leader Sword and its owner. They almost set up a longevity tablet for the Fu Guang Sword on the spot and worshipped it morning and night.

What's more, some of them directly turned their gratitude into action, prepared generous gifts, and presented them to Lu Wensheng, thanking him sincerely for his "sword-wielding guidance", which often made Lu Wensheng look confused and not understand what he meant, so he had to return the gift humbly.

The Fuguang Sword still kept its brilliance introverted, hiding its identity and name. When no one was paying attention, the sword would light up slightly, as if with a hint of relief and indifference.