Chapter 225: Sword Tomb

Boom—

Zhang Xingyu did not make a move.

Yuan Wushang's flying sword, however, broke again into two pieces.

In the void, a sword aura came out of nowhere and fiercely struck Yuan Wushang's flying sword.

Yuan Wushang spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face pale with fright, he stumbled back dozens of steps before stabilizing his stance.

Zhang Xingyu was also quite surprised.

That sword aura just now was not emitted by him.

Originally, he had prepared himself to die righteously.

Strange? Who came to rescue him at this moment?

After the sword aura passed, the dark curtain ahead gradually dissipated, and a huge hill appeared before Zhang Xingyu.

Before the hill stood a tall stone stele, on which two large ancient characters were carved.

Sword Tomb!

With the help of the System, Zhang Xingyu recognized these two characters.

Sword Tomb?

Could this be the burial ground of swords?

In his hand, the Fire Dragon swayed gently.

Could it be that this Fire Dragon fellow is also related to this Sword Tomb?

Having passed the tall stone stele, a tall stone gate appeared ahead.

On the gate was carved a huge broken sword, beside which was written in blood-red characters: 'Non-sword cultivators entering the tomb will die!'

Zhang Xingyu stopped before the gate.

He hesitated a little.

Was he considered a sword cultivator or a law cultivator?

He was someone who cultivated Dao arts and supernatural abilities; although he had practiced a few sword techniques, he had not mastered them.

Just as he was undecided, a white sword aura suddenly slashed from the stone gate.

Zhang Xingyu's expression changed, and the Fire Dragon in his hand instantly rushed forward to meet it.

Boom—

The sword auras collided.

Zhang Xingyu was blown back dozens of steps by the shockwave.

Damn it!

This stone gate is too deceitful.

It actually took advantage of my moment of distraction to launch a sneak attack.

You think only you can sneak attack!

Later, I'll let you taste what it's like to be sneak attacked.

Zhang Xingyu took out a pile of high-grade spirit stones and set up a Spirit Gathering Array before the gate.

Yuan Wushang lingered in the distance, not leaving; this stone gate harbored secret deceit.

For Zhang Xingyu, at this moment, restoring his spiritual power was of utmost importance.

At the center of the array, Zhang Xingyu sat cross-legged.

All 108 million pores on his body opened wide, and streams of spiritual aura surged toward him like swallows returning to their nests.

In the distance, Yuan Wushang furrowed his brows.

He hesitated for a moment, then again took out a flying sword from his storage ring.

Yuan Wushang cautiously approached the vicinity of the stone stele.

This time, he was fortunate and suffered no sword aura attacks.

Having passed the stone stele, he saw the tall stone gate and Zhang Xingyu sitting cross-legged before it.

Great opportunity!

Yuan Wushang let out a quiet cry, and the flying sword in his hand shot toward Zhang Xingyu ahead.

Boom—

In the void, a sword aura flew out of nowhere and fiercely struck Yuan Wushang's flying sword.

Crack!

The flying sword broke, and Yuan Wushang cried.

This was his last remaining treasure-grade flying sword.

He never expected that in this place, all three of the treasure-grade flying swords he prided himself on before his fellow disciples would be completely destroyed.

Before him, Zhang Xingyu didn't even lift his head.

At this moment, Zhang Xingyu was frantically absorbing spiritual power from outside his body.

The Creation Technique had been operated to its extreme.

Beside him, the spirit stones were rapidly losing their luster and then turning to powder, dissipating into the air.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the spiritual aura of the nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine high-grade spirit stones he had laid out was completely exhausted.

Zhang Xingyu raised both hands, and another large pile of spirit stones accumulated around him.

Yuan Wushang's eyelids twitched.

The rate at which this person before him absorbed spiritual aura was unprecedented.

If he is allowed to leave here alive, I'm afraid he will become a serious threat to oneself.

Yuan Wushang again took out a treasure from his storage ring.

This is a bronze mirror, named the Soul-Capturing Mirror.

Inside the mirror, individual shadows twisted, wailed, and howled.

The Soul-Capturing Mirror is a well-known evil sect treasure on the Xuantiandalu, capable of absorbing the souls of living beings.

Because this treasure is vicious and evil, the orthodox path does not tolerate it.

The Soul-Capturing Mirror in Yuan Wushang's hand was obtained after he killed an evil path cultivator.

He originally intended to destroy the mirror, but for some unknown reason he inexplicably kept it.

Yuan Wushang activated the Soul-Capturing Mirror in his hand.

The mirror emitted a red light, shining toward Zhang Xingyu, who was cultivating.

Just as the red light was about to strike Zhang Xingyu, a sword qi suddenly shot out from the void.

The sword qi struck the mirror's surface, and the mirror instantly shattered.

Yuan Wushang stood there, stunned.

He could not use his flying sword, nor could he use any treasure.

Yuan Wushang's face was so dark it seemed water could drip from it.

He threw away the Soul-Capturing Mirror in his hand and raised his own fair hands,

After a moment, he lowered his hands again.

He originally intended to attack Zhang Xingyu with Dao arts.

But then he thought, what if even using Dao arts is forbidden in this damned place?

Then wouldn't that be?

Thinking this, Yuan Wushang's heart turned cold, and he hastily stopped the Dao art he was about to unleash.

Just as he stopped his Dao art, Zhang Xingyu slowly opened his eyes.

This round of cultivation finally ended.

Once again, a small pool of divine fluid gathered at the bottom of the divine sea, and the dried-up spiritual power in his dantian was replenished to fullness.

He raised the fire dragon beside him and gestured toward Yuan Wushang.

He knew of Yuan Wushang's earlier attack, but he was at a critical moment of his cultivation.

Fortunately, heaven blessed him, and with his accurate guess, Yuan Wushang's attack failed to succeed.

"Yuan Wushang, once I get out of here, I'll make you regret it!" Zhang Xingyu shouted loudly.

Yuan Wushang's face was grim.

A bad premonition rose in his heart.

This brat opposite him will cause him great trouble in the future.

Zhang Xingyu, however, did not glance at Yuan Wushang again.

He must pass the trial of the stone gate.

Yes, you guessed correctly.

This stone gate before us is precisely the trial for a sword cultivator.

Passing the stone gate's trial will allow him to enter the place called the Sword Tomb.

Since the trial is for a sword cultivator, the method of the trial is naturally to wield a sword.

Zhang Xingyu thought for a moment, then summoned the Azure Dragon from within his body again.

"Azure Dragon, attack!"

The Azure Dragon turned into a blue light and rushed straight for the stone gate.

On the stone gate, white sword qi came forth to meet it.

"Fire Dragon, sneak attack!"

The Fire Dragon howled away and fiercely struck the center of the stone gate.

"Boom—!"

The stone gate emitted a tremendous roar.

The tremendous rebound force flung the Fire Dragon dozens of meters away.

Although the effect of this sneak attack was small, it also confirmed his suspicion.

Zhang Xingyu reached out and recalled the Azure Dragon and the Fire Dragon.

"Azure Dragon, trap the immortal!"

"Fire Dragon, slay the immortal!"

The Azure Dragon, toward a green vine, bound the group of sword qi shooting from the stone gate.

The Fire Dragon turned into a stream of light and fiercely struck the sword qi.

The sword qi instantly broke into two pieces, then slowly dissipated.

"Creak—!"

As the sword qi dissipated, the stone gate slowly opened.

Zhang Xingyu stored away the Azure Dragon and Fire Dragon, then swiftly stepped into the stone gate.

Inside the stone gate lay an ocean of swords.

The ground was densely packed with inserted flying swords.

"Sword Tomb, truly worthy of its name!"

Zhang Xingyu was sighing when the stone gate behind him slammed shut with a series of creaks.

Outside the Stone Gate, Yuan Wushang looked at the tightly closed stone gate and shook his head helplessly.

After using three spirit-artifact-grade flying swords in succession, all were cut in two by the sword qi emitted from the stone gate.

"Damn it!"

Yuan Wushang cursed resentfully.

After repeated attacks failed, Yuan Wushang had no choice but to leave dejectedly.