230: C230 Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin

C230 Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin

From the incident of Luo Xiaoxiang's death, Master Huike was well aware. If he didn't kill Zhou Yang, he would certainly be killed by Zhou Yang. Luo Xiaoxiang had only ordered him to kidnap Su Mei to threaten Zhou Yang, but he had already died a miserable death. It was enough to show Zhou Yang's nature to seek revenge for the smallest grievance!

Such an uncertain and dangerous factor, Master Huike had to take the opportunity before he rose to power to completely eliminate him!

It was also Zhou Yang's first time seeing the true strength of a top ancient martial artist. He saw Master Huike stepping on the ground and rushing towards Zhou Yang. The powerful force even shattered the stone under his feet into powder in an instant.

In the air, Master Huike did not seem to be hiding his strength. He took out a short hammer and smashed it at Zhou Yang. The short hammer was emitting a golden light all over its body, although it didn't have any fluctuations. However, it gave Zhou Yang an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Hmph, a mere mortal wants to hurt me?"

Zhou Yang sneered and stood up. He looked at the golden hammer in front of him. This should be a heavy weapon of Buddha Sect, but Zhou Yang didn't feel guilty about it. After laughing coldly, he let out a long roar. A ray of white light flashed out from his Dantian. After that, he transformed into a meter long light and rushed towards Master Huike, who was hovering in midair.

The flying sword was refined once again. The silver white light seemed to cut through a long dragon, and collided with Master Huike's golden hammer in a split second.

"Rumble!" The mountains seemed to tremble. Immeasurable Daoist Priest who had just arrived saw this earth-shattering scene and his facial expression changed slightly. These two people were indeed very strong!

When Immeasurable Daoist Priest's eyes focused on the weapon in Master Huike's hand, he couldn't help but exclaim. “ This... Could this be the legendary holy weapon of Buddhism, the Vajra Pestle? No, that's not right. The orthodox Vajra Pestle had already disappeared tens of thousands of years ago. Could this be an imitation? Right, even so, this is a rare Divine Weapon!"

Immeasurable Daoist Priest saw a white light colliding with the Vajra Pestle. When he saw the appearance of the flying sword, he exclaimed once again, his face full of shock.

"Flying sword! It was actually the legendary flying sword! The unparalleled divine weapon that the immortality cultivator fused with its blood and sweat!"

The reason why he said that was because Immeasurable Daoist Priest knew that if this flying sword did not fuse with Zhou Yang's painstaking effort... This wasn't an alarmist. Only the flying sword refined by the immortality cultivator itself would have such power!

At this moment, he realized that he had underestimated Zhou Yang. Without the strength of a Nascent Infant Stage, it was impossible to shatter this flying sword. That was to say, as long as Zhou Yang still had the Genuine Qi on his sword... In fact, he already had a huge advantage.

And the strongest immortality cultivator in the world was only at the peak of late Golden Core realm, let alone Nascent Infant Stage. He didn't even have a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, otherwise, he would be killed. It seemed that the natural laws of the immortality cultivator didn't allow the immortality cultivator to exceed the peak of late Golden Core realm.

This was also the reason why Immeasurable Daoist Priest didn't change his cultivation technique after knowing how powerful the immortality cultivator was. Although ancient martial arts couldn't compare to cultivators of the same level, the increase in strength wasn't restricted at all.

Zhou Yang's flying sword and Master Huike's Vajra Pestle collided fiercely. Two times, a total of three times. Under Zhou Yang's control, the flying sword forced Master Huike back. The flying sword was unharmed, but on the surface of the Vajra Pestle, there were three slight scratches.

This staff called the Vajra Pestle was actually this powerful?

Zhou Yang kept the flying sword in his hand and could not help but be surprised. His own flying sword was refined by gathering numerous precious refining materials. Its power and sharpness were almost at the peak. But it actually couldn't do anything to a golden stick?

"Hahaha, Zhou Yang, your flying sword is only so-so. Today, let this old monk subdue you with my Vajra Pestle, and avenge the death of Young Master Luo Xiaoxiang under your hands!"

Master Huike laughed loudly, and his face was filled with pride. What he was most afraid of was Zhou Yang's flying sword. It was fine if it was erratic and unpredictable. The main reason was that its sharpness was so sharp that even the living puppet refined by Master Huike couldn't withstand it.

Therefore, he spent an extra day to personally go to the place where he buried the treasure back then. He found the Vajra Pestle. It was the holy weapon of Buddha Sect that he had brought out from Kunlun Mountain. Although it was not the same thing as the orthodox Vajra Pestle, it was just a replica. But this Vajra Pestle was also a very powerful weapon!

"Heh, so this is all? Today, I'll let you experience the strength of a top grade flying sword!"

Zhou Yang sneered, his right hand lightly stroking the flying sword's blade. A massive Vital Spirit was instantly injected into the flying sword. Zhou Yang could feel that the flying sword seemed to have become sharper. After throwing the flying sword out, the flying sword flew up into the sky.

"Ten Thousand Swords Unsheathing!"

Zhou Yang squeezed his hands together and used an ordinary sword art. The flying sword that was floating in the air suddenly turned into two flying sword. Then, the two flying sword instantly turned into four flying sword. Very quickly, above Zhou Yang's head, there was a dense mass of flying sword shadows. Although there might be less than ten thousand of them, their imposing manner was enough to shock anyone!

Master Huike and Immeasurable Daoist Priest knew that Zhou Yang wasn't a simple man, but neither of them had thought that Zhou Yang's strength would be so terrifying. This had already shocked many people. At least, they had never known that the immortality cultivator had such a technique!

If Zhou Yang knew what they were thinking, he would definitely snort disdainfully. The inheritance of the immortality cultivator on Earth had been passed down to this day because of the resources. Many cultivation techniques had been lost, but Zhou Yang was different. In his mind, it was like a depository of scriptures.

Zhou Yang could recall almost any divine ability or cultivation technique. Zhou Yang had also taken some time to secretly practice quite a bit. As for the sword controlling technique... Zhou Yang had previously practiced it, but he could only split a few hundred flying sword. If he wanted to split more, he needed the support of the Vital Spirit. Zhou Yang was not afraid of this at all. On the other hand, he needed the powerful control of the Divine Sense. Otherwise, no matter how much it split, he would not be able to control it, let alone use it to form combat strength!

"Myriad Returning Swords, kill!"

These thousands of flying sword were the benefits of Zhou Yang's Divine Sense. Zhou Yang laughed coldly. He pointed his right hand at Master Huike. The flying sword immediately swept towards the space where Master Huike was standing from all directions. The momentum was so great that even the air seemed to be trembling. Every sword light carried an unparalleled killing intent!

Seeing this scene, Immeasurable Daoist Priest who was nearby sighed in his heart, "This is the terrifying part of the immortality cultivator. The vast Vital Spirit seems to never dry up. All kinds of divine abilities and spells are dazzling..."1

Seeing the sword light spread to his surroundings in an instant, Master Huike let out a cold snort. Although it looked like it was extremely troublesome for him, with the existence of the Vajra Pestle, he had nothing to fear!

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