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第一千七百三十三章 剑修

Chapter 1733: Sword Cultivator

His face was filled with confusion, but soon his expression froze in surprise. "Divine Treasure of the Heavens and Earth, is this a Divine Treasure of the Heavens and Earth in your hand?"

"Test it yourself," Lin Xuan said coldly. With things at this point, there could only be one winner—no need to waste words.

The mysterious female cultivator waved her hand: "Is it foolish not to draw it? Fine, let me show you the power of my Purple Heaven Departing Fire Sword."

The cloth wrapping around the sword fell off, revealing its sharp edge. Lin Xuan's eyes even stung a bit as he saw the sword like autumn water, yet with a hint of purple under the sunlight.

She then gripped the sword and charged at him as if it were a fist fight.

"What招数 is this?"

Even the merfolk, let alone his ally Lin Xuan, felt astonished. Cultivators usually did not use their treasures in such a way—flying swords weren't summoned but held horizontally with hands. Was she treating herself like a martial artist of the secular world?

But she ignored all that. Halfway through her charge, the sword in her hand swung down towards the ground. Instantly, countless purple sword shadows and red lightning arrows appeared, densely falling upon him.

The sheer number made it impossible to dodge; he had no choice but to face them head-on.

A look of surprise flashed across the merfolk's face, yet he remained calm. Having reached this stage in cultivation meant enduring countless hardships, and his combat experience was undoubtedly rich. With a flick of his left hand, a shield flew out from his palm, transforming into a thick light curtain that enveloped him entirely.

Unpierced by wind or rain!

With a thunderous sound, the next moment, explosions echoed as the sword arrows and lightning struck the barrier. The light curtain began to sway and flicker like a candle in the wind.

"Impossible!"

The merfolk's face turned pale. His Sand Shield was forged from precious materials, ranking among the best of its kind even among peers. How could it fall so easily? Could this woman's offensive power be stronger than that of an Abyssal Core cultivator?

This was impossible!

Before he could think further, the woman had already rushed up to him. With a flash of purple light from her long sword, she slashed at the barrier with a sound that made his teeth ache.

The barrier actually broke!

It vanished in a flash, and the shield fell like ordinary iron into the sea.

Lin Xuan was left speechless by this power. However, the old monster's reaction was swift as well. With both hands, he waved, sending a series of lightning orbs flying.

She showed no signs of dodging; with one sword in hand, she slashed at her opponent’s head.

Boom!

The head fell off, but there was no blood. The corpse then turned into a piece of talisman paper that burned by itself without wind, vanishing from sight as if it had never been seen.

"Replacement Talisman!"

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. Such treasures were also in his storage bracelet—no wonder an Abyssal Core cultivator would have such wealth.

His mind raced, but he did not slacken; the battle was far from over. From several dozen feet to his left, a fierce light flashed as the old monster appeared.

A look of fear flickered across his face: "Sword cultivator, you… are an ancient传承下来的剑修? How is that possible? Those fellows from that sect haven't died out?"

"Sword cultivator," Lin Xuan's expression showed confusion. He couldn’t remember where he had heard this name.

The merfolk’s old monster looked even more displeased. Most cultivators today might have forgotten about the sword cultivators, but he had stumbled upon a detailed description in ancient texts by chance.

It was well-known that cultivation originated from humanity's pursuit of immortality.

As the saying went: "All streams flow into one."

Cultivation paths were numerous—Daoist, Buddhist, Confucian, and magical. There were also cultivators who transformed into beasts. In ancient times, there were even more sects, far beyond just these few.

Their understanding of Daoism varied, but over time, most had declined due to natural selection. However, one sect stood out: the sword cultivators!

Sword cultivators focused solely on swords as their only treasure and magical tool. They did not practice other elemental techniques or delve into talisman spells or array formations.

They revered the sword as a god, wielding it with supreme power over all.

This was not the worst part. While devoting themselves to swordsmanship might seem eccentric, it could be accepted since it didn’t affect his relationship with other cultivators.

However, most of these sword cultivators were ascetic practitioners, their personalities extremely odd. Occasionally interacting with the outside world often involved reckless and fierce battles.

Originally, this wasn't a problem; the killing and pillaging in the cultivation realm was common, and some bloodshed was normal.

But as time passed, other sects of cultivators began to notice something different about these sword cultivators.

While their treasure was singular, their focus led them to forget the ultimate goal: seeking immortality. Instead, they obsessed over the power of their swords.

Thus, the sword cultivators fell into a demonic state. While other flaws were ignored, their combat prowess far surpassed that of other sects.

In battles against other sects, sword cultivators were almost invincible in the same rank and often challenged higher ranks with ease.

Their strength was enviable, but for some reason, sword cultivators began to criticize other sects, claiming their cultivation methods were wrong. Only they, focusing on flying swords, had the right path.

At first, it was just debates; later, it escalated into physical confrontations until all sects united to attack the sword cultivators.

That battle could be described as a disaster. Although not as severe as inter-dimensional wars, it was unimaginable. Various levels of cultivators were involved—ranging from agile to those crossing the tribulation barrier—and even freelance cultivators. The entire spirit realm bled rivers.

The conflict lasted nearly ten thousand years, with the sword sects standing alone against all other sects' cultivators. This showed how terrifyingly powerful these ascetic sword practitioners could be.

But good fortune couldn’t stand up to overwhelming numbers. Even a mighty lion had to retreat when faced with a wolf pack.

In the end, it was the sword cultivators who failed. However, other sects suffered heavy losses as well; many small sects were wiped out entirely.

The cultivators despised the sword cultivators for their transgressions but were also amazed by their formidable strength.

During the battle, they seized numerous texts from the sword cultivators. After studying them, they lost interest due to the extreme nature of their cultivation methods—easy to go astray.

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