In ancient China, the originator of sword making was Ou Yezi.

According to legend, Ou Yezi once forged five swords for King Goujian of Yue, namely Zhanlu, Juque, Shengxie, Yuchang, Chunjun, and three famous swords for King Zhao of Chu, namely Longyuan, Taia, and Gongbu.

The Juque Sword is the sharpest sword among the five swords, and it is also the slowest and thickest sword on the outside.

It is a famous sword.

Ou Yezi is a Taoist figure, and Zhuangzi is a representative figure of Taoism. Zhuang Yi held the sword he forged was nothing, but it was this sword, which was a bit surprising.

"Uh..." Zhuang Yi scratched his head and explained, "Juque's former master passed away, and he chose me as his new master."

Buzz.

On the Juque Sword, the light surged, and he actually took the initiative to slash towards the Xuanyuan Sword.

Xuanyuan Sword Wen broke out from Ling Zhi's hand and stabbed towards Juque Sword.

When the two swords met, it turned out to be like this.

Ling Zhi raised his hand and waved a soul power, covering the surroundings of the two swords.

This illusion was constructed by Zhuang Yi with soul power. Zhuang Yi was in the king realm. Although his soul power was very strange and a bit strange, he could not stand the collision between the two swords.

Zhuang Yi always casts gratitude for Ling Zhi and is also shocked by Ling Zhi's strength.

The two swords collided, and the first sword was smashed away. Xuanyuan Sword was defeated and was slashed and flew out.

"Juque is known for its greatness. Just talking about power, the Xuanyuan Sword is probably not as good as it is." Zhuang said, not showing off, but caring and explanation. One is because he is afraid that the Xuanyuan Sword will be damaged, and the other is because he is afraid that Ling Zhi will not be able to bear the face.

"No." The strong man next to the stream was a famous old man. Hearing this, he stood up and walked towards here. "Juque is naturally extraordinary. In terms of heaviness, no sword can be compared with it. Especially although it is heavy, it is extremely sharp."

"But, Xuanyuan Sword, this sword is different." A gleam flashed in the old man's eyes, as if he remembered something, "Zhuang Yi, do you know that this sword was in whose hands back then?"

"Who?" Zhuang shook his head and asked.

"That person who is the only one who is domineering and unparalleled."

"Qin Shihuang?" Zhuang Yi frowned slightly, "It turned out to be him. I don't like him. I actually burned books and bury scholars. How could I do mercy?"

"But I also admire him. He was in the Reincarnation Continent, and the people he killed were scared. Who dared to chase us back then? Who dared to call us sinners?" Zhuang turned his head and said this again.

"Burning books and burying scholars..." the old man frowned, "Although he is domineering, this matter is strange. I'm afraid there are some errors in it that we don't understand, and you don't have to be so arbitrary. After all, it's not something you saw with your own eyes."

"But it has been circulated since ancient times..." Zhuang Yi wanted to discuss it again, but Ling Zhi interrupted, "How can you know the joy of fish if you are not a fish? How can you know the joy of fish if you are not a emperor? How can you know the concerns of emperor?"

This sentence is applied. How can I know the joy of fish? How can I know the joy of fish? How can I know the joy of fish without me? How can I know the joy of fish?

Zhuang Yi never refuted Ling Zhi because his son is not me, how could he know that I don’t know the emperor’s concerns?

Because that doesn't make sense.

He bowed and bent down at Ling Zhi, "Thank you, I am arbitrary in this matter. I believe in others' words and blinded my eyes. If I see Emperor Shi in the future, I will ask him in person."

Zhuang Yijin is frank, straightforward, straightforward, and one by one, and admitting his mistakes is also generous.

This kind of spiritual realm is something that Ling Zhi cannot compare with.

This made Ling Zhi deeply realize that the ideological realm of Zhuangzi and Laozi is probably at a very high level, and their understanding of Tao is likely to be terrifying.

Just like Zhuang Yi transformed into a butterfly to create such an illusion, like a real secret realm, even Ling Zhi can't do this.

As the old man said, after the first sword fell into a disadvantage, Xuanyuan Sword not only did not retreat, but became even more excited. A golden light slowly revived on the sword body.

The mountains and rivers and stars surround the sword body.

Just like Xuanyuan Sword, it carries a world and a starry sky.

Now that Ling Zhi looked at the Holy King Realm again, he realized that he had seen this Holy Dao sword too much back then.

How can a sword that can be valued by the First Emperor be ordinary?

"This sword is just a sword shell?" He looked at Xuanyuan Sword in surprise, with a flash of light flashing in his eyes and his eyes opened.

This is one of his own treasures that he opened during his cultivation process. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the sword body, and he finally discovered something wrong.

"The sword heart is still with the First Emperor. Now this Xuanyuan Sword is just a sword shell!" Ling Zhi was shocked, and unexpectedly, it was like this.

The sword shell alone is comparable to the best-quality king soldier. If it is in a complete body, it must be a Taoist soldier.

The First Emperor back then was indeed in the realm of the Holy King.

I just don’t know what the situation is like when I saw the Endless Sea and the corpse of the First Emperor floating on the sea in the blood of the True Dragon.

The First Emperor, is life and death.

Along the way, Ling Zhi saw too many legends of the First Emperor. He was eager to see this emperor. He had too many questions and wanted to ask him.

With mountains and rivers and stars, Xuanyuan Sword and Juque collided. This time, if Juque cuts, Xuanyuan Sword will remain unmoved, as if it is as motionless as a mountain.

It can only be stalemate, but not defeated.

Juque is extraordinary, Xuanyuan is vulgar, and the two swords are in conflict, and there is no victory or defeat.

The old man nodded while stroking his beard, as if he had expected all this, "The Xuanyuan Sword is the sword of the holy path and will not hurt Juque. Juque is the heavyweight of the earth, nor will it hurt Xuanyuan Sword by itself. They collided without any obstacles."

"Zhuang Yi, look at the Xuanyuan Sword, who is upright and domineering, and the First Emperor who can be recognized by this sword, how could he be a fool?" The old man smiled, and Zhuang Yi nodded quickly, saying that he was taught.

After a simple exchange, the group exclaimed and curious when they heard that the earth had now become a completely different person.

When they heard that there were almost no cultivators on the earth, they were angry and frightened.

Grit your teeth.

Ling Zhi, who held the Xuanyuan Sword, was recognized by them, and their trust soon integrated into each other.

This is a completely different feeling. When you are with them, Ling Zhi doesn’t need to hide it. He has a sense of intimacy. He is a stranger in a foreign land and feels like seeing his fellow villagers.

With the help of Ling Zhi, they all began to quickly heal their injuries. With Ling Zhi, a spirit-level alchemist, all this is naturally not difficult.

After everything was almost done, Ling Zhi slowly calmed down, suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, and asked, "At the mountain, the dozens of graves buried inside, aren't the normal deaths."
Chapter completed!