Chapter 37: Demonic Sword

"You won't forget this, will you?"

Chu Fengmian seemed to have thought of the past ten thousand years ago.

At that time, Chu Fengmian had already reached the peak of the sword, and even the master of the sword was inferior to Chu Fengmian's sword intent.

But Chu Fengmian's sword intent was strong, but he had no spiritual power, so Chu Fengmian was wandering around in front of Tianjue Peak.

And Qingluan came here because of his reputation and wanted to become the master of the sword.

The two met at the foot of Tianjue Peak and wanted to compete in sword intent.

If Chu Fengmian won, Qingluan would agree to be Chu Fengmian's mount for a month, and if Chu Fengmian lost, he would take Qingluan to see the master of the sword.

At that time, Qingluan was in high spirits and felt that he could not lose to a waste who didn't even have a spiritual vein, but in the end Chu Fengmian still won, so he and Qingluan wandered around the continent for a month.

Apart from Chu Fengmian, I'm afraid Qingluan was the only one who knew about this.

After all, it is not a glorious thing for a descendant of a divine beast to be used as a mount. Chu Fengmian did not say this, and Qingluan would not take the initiative to tell others.

"Swordsmanship at the foot of Tianjue Peak?"

Qingluan's eyes showed a bit of strangeness. After hearing the latter part, there was only shock on his face.

"Are you Chu Jianbai? The boy who beat me at the beginning?"

"If it's not Chu, do other people know about this?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Qingluan and sighed.

"But the former Chu Jianbai has fallen, fallen at the foot of Tianjue Peak, and now I am called Chu Fengmian."

"Hmm?"

After hearing Chu Fengmian's words, Qingluan suddenly realized that the current Chu Fengmian had no similarities with the Chu Jianbai in his memory.

What there is, it can only be said that it is the sharp sword intent on his body.

"A dream of ten thousand years, I don't know whether it is good or bad now, the world has changed, all the old friends are gone, leaving only me."

Chu Fengmian sighed.

He wanted to die with his master and his senior brothers and sisters.

Now, Chu Fengmian was the only one left in the world. Seeing Qingluan again made Chu Fengmian very happy. After all, he could not help but recall the past ten thousand years with his good friend.

"Reincarnation, it seems that you are reincarnated..."

Qingluan looked at Chu Fengmian and murmured.

"Reincarnation is illusory. Even your master, the master of swordsmanship, cannot touch the way of reincarnation."

"But even if it is reincarnation, it is impossible to have memories. Reincarnation with memories is unheard of in this world."

Qingluan said slowly.

He himself is also an invincible strong man, but this reincarnation is still illusory in his eyes. If he hadn't seen Chu Fengmian again now, I'm afraid he wouldn't believe it.

"The fate of heaven and earth is really magical, far beyond human power to comprehend."

Qingluan sighed.

"I didn't expect that among the countless disciples of the Lord of Sword Dao, only you survived."

There are countless outstanding talents among the disciples of the Lord of Sword Dao. Many of Chu Fengmian's senior brothers and sisters are super strong people who are famous on the continent, but they all died one by one under the pursuit of the seven major sects.

On the contrary, Chu Fengmian, the youngest disciple, has no spiritual veins, but has reincarnated and returned, which is really sad.

"Qingluan, why did you also die?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Qingluan and said in surprise.

Chu Fengmian knew the strength of Qingluan very well, which was enough to rank at the top of the continent. Among Chu Fengmian's senior brothers, there were no more than three who could defeat Qingluan.

Especially Qingluan, who has the blood of the ancient mythical beast, the Phoenix clan, and has a long lifespan. Although ten thousand years are long, it is not enough to make him die.

But now it seems that Qingluan has also fallen. Now he is just a phantom condensed by the spiritual power he once left behind.

"Of course it's the people from the seven major sects."

Qingluan's eyes revealed boundless resentment. He was so strong and invincible, but he was forced into a desperate situation and died. The resentment in him was naturally boundless.

"The people from the seven major sects also found me among the countless disciples who were chasing the Lord of Sword Dao, and asked me to hand over the countless spells and swordsmanship left by the Lord of Sword Dao."

Qingluan said coldly.

Although Qingluan was not a disciple of the Lord of Sword Dao, he had followed the Lord of Sword Dao for a long time, so he naturally knew some of the Lord of Sword Dao's spells and swordsmanship.

It seems that the people from the seven major sects, after finding that they could not get those spells and swordsmanship from Chu Fengmian's senior brothers and sisters, they paid attention to Qingluan.

Qingluan said sternly.

"But I have already burned all those ancient swordsmanship books. Those people from the seven major sects will have to pay a price if they want to kill me!"

"If it weren't for the monster from the Nine Demon City, I might not have died, but I killed that monster."

"The monster from the Nine Demon City? Is it the Blood-Slaying Sword Demon?"

In the Nine Demon City, he is the only one who can be called a monster.

Now Chu Fengmian suddenly saw that there was a long sword under this huge skeleton.

This long sword was nearly two meters long, with purple lines on the sword body. These purple lines were extremely strange. Even though it had been sealed for thousands of years, it was enough to see the evil spirit in it at a glance.

"Blood-Slaying Demon Sword? Your body is actually suppressing this demon sword?"

Chu Fengmian was shocked.

The Blood-Slaying Demon Sword was a spiritual weapon that was once famous far and wide on the continent. It can be said that this Blood-Slaying Demon Sword is more powerful than the spiritual weapon of the heavenly grade.

However, his reputation was not spread only because of his strength, but because of the horror of this Blood-Slaying Demon Sword.

Every owner of the Blood-Slaying Demon Sword will eventually be corrupted by the Blood-Slaying Demon Sword and become a sword demon who only knows how to fight.

No wonder there are no rumors about the Blood-Slaying Demon Sword now.

Now it seems that this Blood-Slaying Demon Sword was suppressed by Qingluan with his body in this cave for ten thousand years.

"Yes, my soul has always existed, in fact, it is to suppress this Blood-Slaying Demon Sword."

Qingluan looked at the Blood-Slaying Demon Sword and said.

"If I sit back and do nothing, this sword will appear on the continent again, which will definitely cause a bloody storm, so I have waited for ten thousand years, waiting for such a destined person to come to this cave and hand over this Blood-Slaying Demon Sword to him."

"Now, I didn't expect to meet you."

Qingluan said, his voice was extremely weak.

It seems that his soul can't hold on for much longer.

If Qingluan's soul had been sleeping, it might have lasted for a hundred years or a thousand years, but now that he has awakened this time, his remaining strength has been completely exhausted.