Chaos Dao Sheng Jue

Chapter 347: Broken Sword and Destroyed Soul

Huang Fenggu, Yang Yunfei and others originally thought that after passing the Wuliang Mountain assessment test, they could successfully become Huang Fenggu's disciples.

But who would have thought that after everyone arrived at the Yellow Maple Valley, the sect's Elder Shen said that they must cross a canyon before sunset before they could become outer disciples of the Yellow Maple Valley.

Yang Yunfei and others were shouting that Huang Fenggu was an extremely rip-off.

However, with the idea of ​​making the best of it, a few people followed the others into the canyon.

What surprised them was that this seemingly ordinary canyon actually held a secret. It was filled with swords, and according to Elder Shen, everyone could choose a sword as their own.

It was precisely because of this reason that many disciples fought each other for a sword, and some even died tragically on the spot.

Yang Yunfei and his brothers just happened to encounter a cultivator who was tall, sturdy-looking, with a face full of flesh, and who was obviously not a good person. He was holding a magical sword in his hand and bullying a cultivator who looked weak.

Zhao Chengzhi immediately offered to lend a helping hand. Upon hearing this, Qi Yutang rushed out first, followed closely by Yang Yunfei and others.

"Hahaha... boy! You are out of strength now! If you don't hand over the Willow Leaf Sword, I will chop off your limbs and make you suffer unbearable pain."

The big monk laughed triumphantly, but the sword in his hand kept slashing, making a sound of breaking through the air.

He saw that the weak monk had already lost his strength without his true energy. If it weren't for the sharp sword in his hand that could cut through iron like mud, he would have died under his sword.

But the more this happened, the more he wanted the sword.

"Damn! What to do?"

At this moment, the weak monk was already exhausted and out of breath. His movements were obviously much slower, and he was tightly gripping the willow-leaf sword with both hands, and he had already lost consciousness.

Just when the frail monk was at a disadvantage and had been stabbed several times on his body, Qi Yutang raised his sword and waved it like a graceful knight, deflecting the long sword that the big monk had chopped down.

The powerful force made the big monk retreat several steps before he could stabilize himself. Seeing Qi Yutang's intervention, he frowned slightly and cursed angrily without thinking:

"Where did you come from, you little brat? Get out of here right now! Otherwise, believe it or not, I'll kill you too!"

"Hahahaha... What a joke! We don't believe it!" At this time, a sound of running footsteps was heard.

Yang Yunfei, Tong Minghong, and Zhao Chengzhi ran over quickly. Zhao Chengzhi looked at the big monk with disdain and smiled.

When the big monk saw that the other side suddenly had four more helpers, although he was angry, he did not act rashly.

After all, the other party has more people and more power, and I know there is no point in continuing to pester them, otherwise I will be the only one who suffers.

So he snorted and laughed:

"Hahaha... You guys are great. You dare to ruin my good deeds. I will remember you. Let's wait and see."

After saying that, the big monk dropped the sword in his hand, turned around and ran away, not caring about his own face at all.

"Tsk! I told you he was a bully! Look, as soon as we showed up, he was so scared that he ran away."

Qi Yutang laughed in a weird way.

"Thank you!" The weak monk said two words of gratitude to Yang Yunfei and others, then picked up his sword and ran away.

"Hey... How could this man be like this! We came here with good intentions to save him, but why did he just run away without even saying a few polite words? I suddenly feel a little regretful for suggesting that you save him."

Seeing that he and others had been met with cold shoulder despite their efforts, Zhao Chengzhi complained with a look of surprise.

"Hehehe...what's the big deal! Are you saving people just to hear a few more thanks? I don't think we need to care about these things."

Tong Minghong smiled calmly.

“I guess he’s worried that a few of us will snatch the spiritual treasure-level sword from him, but it doesn’t matter, as long as we have a clear conscience.

It seems that there are still many good treasures in this canyon, we must hurry up."

Yang Yunfei looked at the fairy mountain at the end of the canyon in the distance and said with a firm gaze.

Then the four of them continued to run deeper into the canyon.

At noon, the scorching sun was shining directly in the sky, and the sunlight shone into the canyon. Countless swords reflected the sunlight, making the entire canyon sparkling and very beautiful.

"Huh...Huh...I'm so tired. I won't run anymore. If you want to run, you guys can do it!

Hey! Look at those people, they really don’t care about their lives. Is it necessary to climb so high just for a sword? "

Qi Yutang sat down on a huge rock, panting.

Yang Yunfei and others looked in the direction of Qi Yutang's finger and saw that there were indeed quite a few disciples who, with the help of the swords inserted into the mountain and their feet on the exposed hilts, were climbing up the canyon carefully.

"Huh...Huh...Never mind, I...I really can't run anymore, let's take a break...

These people probably think that the sword stuck high up on the cliff will be of higher quality!"

Zhao Chengzhi put his hands on his knees, hunched over, and was also very tired, gasping for breath.

"Yeah! It's all because of this damn forbidden spirit system. I don't know what the Yellow Maple Valley is up to. They actually came up with such a boring test."

Yang Yunfei put his hands on his hips and complained with rapid breathing.

"By the way! Have you found a sword you like? How about this one of mine?" Tong Minghong held up the sword in his hand and showed it to everyone.

Yang Yunfei and others looked at the long sword in Tong Minghong's hand.

Zhao Chengzhi even smiled and commented:

"Hehehe... This sword is a thin-grid sword, with evenly spaced ends, some long and some short wax, a thin grating, and a round stem without a hoop. It's really good, but it's a pity that the quality of this sword is at the level of a magic weapon. Brother Tong, why don't you look for a sword at the level of a spiritual treasure?"

"Hehehe...it doesn't matter. I just like this kind of lighter sword. I just take it when I see it." Tong Minghong said happily to himself.

"What are you talking about? What is a Bo Ge sword?" Qi Yutang asked in confusion.

Although his natal magic weapon is also a sword, he only cares about the quality of the sword. As for the classification of swords, he has never studied it in depth.

"Swords are mainly divided into willow leaf swords, round stem swords, flat stem swords, thick blade swords, thin blade swords, etc.

Willow leaf sword, willow leaf-shaped flat stem style, its overall shape is willow leaf-shaped, along the edge grinding into a rounded sharp angle, the wax center is slightly raised, there is no sword guard, and there is no obvious boundary between the wax and the stem......"

Zhao Chengzhi proudly explained the classification of swords and the characteristics of each type of sword, covering every detail.

"Hahaha...Brother Zhao is indeed knowledgeable and talented. Listening to your talk is really better than reading ten years of books!" Tong Minghong couldn't help but praise Zhao Chengzhi after listening to his eloquent talk.

"Huh? What kind of sword is this?" Qi Yutang felt a little unconvinced when he saw Zhao Chengzhi showing off proudly. He looked around, trying to find a sword to embarrass him.

Just then, he saw a uniquely shaped black sword with half of the blade exposed not far from him. He walked over and pulled out the sword.

It turned out that the sword he pulled out was only half, but it gave him a very mysterious feeling, as if it had some kind of resonance with his soul, calling for it to be taken away.

For a moment, Qi Yutang stared at the broken sword in his hand. On the hilt of the sword, the words "Soul Destroyer" were engraved in relief. He stood there in a daze.

"Cousin Yu, what's wrong with you?" Tong Minghong called out in confusion when he saw Qi Yutang in a daze.

"Uh...no...it's okay. I feel this sword is a little strange. Come and take a look." Qi Yutang held up the broken sword and showed it to everyone.

Zhao Chengzhi and others first viewed it from a distance, and then passed it to each other for careful examination, only to find that the broken sword was just an ordinary magic weapon, not even a magic weapon.

But they couldn't bear to embarrass Qi Yutang, so everyone congratulated Qi Yutang on getting the sword he had always dreamed of, but their faces showed an expression of wanting to laugh but holding it back.

"Hey, hey, hey... don't treat me like this!" Qi Yutang said with a dark face, unhappily.

"Hahaha... Just do what you like. Why care about what others think? Let's go! If we delay any longer, we'll have to go back to setting up the stall."

Seeing Qi Yutang's frustrated look, everyone burst into laughter.

Seeing that many people had caught up with him, Yang Yunfei hurriedly urged everyone to continue on their way.

Then, several people continued to run to the end of the canyon……………………