Chapter 67: The Troublesome Holy Sword

Could it be that we must use Zhou Tian's blood?

Damn it, this is too unfair!

Why is he the chosen one? And I'm just a minor character?

Moreover, I'm being watched, a minor character marked for disposal?

Mo Qingyan saw Yang Jun's actions and also heard his thoughts.

For a moment, she was startled.

This Yang Jun, what a scheme, what a big mind.

It turns out that in his mind, he actually had such a plan.

Mo Qingyan also knew about matters like the Holy Sword recognizing its master.

"Zhou Tian, come over quickly!"

Mo Qingyan was unwilling to let Yang Jun succeed, so she immediately raised her voice and shouted loudly.

At this moment, Zhou Tian was engaged in combat; hearing Mo Qingyan's words, he also hurried over.

Following behind Zhou Tian were also other martial artists and people from the Sword Lodge.

Zhou Tian rushed forward the fastest, while Mo Qingyan provided cover for him, blocking others, so she was the first to approach the Holy Sword.

Just at this critical moment, Gan Lin charged out, he sent a martial artist flying, with great strength he lunged straight at Zhou Tian, throwing a heavy punch aimed at Zhou Tian's back.

"You want to steal this lord's Holy Sword? You're simply daydreaming; you're all the same, merely sacrifices!"

Lin Qian sneered, and Zhou Tian was hit.

With the force of that punch, Zhou Tian staggered forward and fell.

As he fell, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

By coincidence, half of that blood sprayed onto the Heaven Sword.

Yang Jun witnessed this scene.

He widened his eyes, and in his shock he truly felt unwilling.

Unjust!

It's basically bullying; clearly I was the one who shed the blood first—this blood is mine—why let him succeed?

In the original plot, Zhou Tian, by coincidence, spat blood onto the sword, and the Holy Sword recognized its master.

Could it be that even now, this cannot be escaped, and it will still become an unavoidable fate for me?

Mo Qingyan was also attacked by Gan Lin; she was no match for him, a few punches landed, injuries piled up, she swayed, looking like she could barely hold on.

As for the other martial artists, some died, some were injured.

Those barely alive who could still stand dared not step forward any further.

At this point, if Lin Gan were to slash him with a sword, he would surely die.

Gan Lin coldly surveyed the whole scene, treating everyone present as nothing.

Instead, at this moment he held a long sword, its blade stained with blood, and his might shocked the whole scene.

The strength of a Sixth Rank Peak expert left no one present daring to act rashly.

"The Holy Sword has long been forged, yet it could never see the light of day, because the Holy Sword possesses a spirit and requires human blood to awaken it."

"Today, the Holy Sword will be completed; as long as we use your blood as a sacrifice, the Holy Sword will become a true divine weapon!"

Gan Lin let out a roar, his eyes scanning the surroundings; Yang Jun hid in the corner, still unable to understand why his own blood wouldn't work.

"Your blood can be used to sacrifice the Holy Sword; it is your honor and also the value of your death!"

After speaking, Gan Lin turned to look at the Holy Sword; at that moment the Holy Sword blazed with light, and Gan Lin stepped forward, walking directly across the Sword Pool.

"The Holy Sword is perfected; I am the true Sword Saint! With the Holy Sword commanding the world, what could I not obtain? Even if I overthrow the Great Xia and replace the Yun Clan, what could I not do?"

Gan Lin laughed triumphantly, arrogantly boundless.

Seeing Gan Lin reach out and grip the Holy Sword, about to draw it,

At this moment, Yang Jun widened his eyes and furrowed his brows.

This is completely inconsistent with the original plot!

Zhou Tian, at this time, also wore a look of grief, beating his chest and stamping his feet.

What the hell? I was just a step away from obtaining the Holy Sword—why did things turn out like this?

A hair's breadth difference, and the final outcome has been completely rewritten.

But just as Gan Lin was about to grasp the Holy Sword, the light on the Holy Sword turned into flames, engulfing Gan Lin.

Gan Lin was swept up by the flames and hastily retreated in fright.

"How is this possible? I've done all this—Holy Sword, why won't you acknowledge me as your master?"

Gan Lin shouted angrily; this situation was also unacceptable to him.

Meanwhile, the reinforcements Yun Xuanmo had been waiting for finally arrived, swarming in from outside the Sword Lodge.

"Gan Lin, you traitor, my dynasty's great army has arrived—why don't you surrender quickly?"

Yun Xuanmo shouted loudly, while Yang Jun secretly thought, 'This is bad.'

This brother-in-law, he was clearly pretending to be dead; now that the situation hasn't spiraled out of control, why is he still pretending to be cool?

"I've figured it out—there's not enough blood, simply not enough! Good, since you insist on stepping forward, then I'll use you as a sacrifice for the sword!"

Gan Lin also let out a loud roar, his body surged forward, and in an instant he reached Yun Xuanmo's front.

At this moment, Yun Xuanmo offered no resistance, and Gan Lin seized his throat.

He then lifted him up, turned, and approached the Holy Sword.

In the Sword Pool at this moment, mist rose and the blood boiled, like a pot already boiling, ready to steam everyone to death.

Yun Xuanmo struggled with all his might, but his strength could not compare to that of a Sixth Rank Peak expert.

Faced with this situation, he could only be forced to retreat by Gan Lin, seeing his back about to approach the Holy Sword, his back scorched by the hot air, causing Yun Xuanmo to howl in pain continuously.

Zhou Tian took a moment to regulate his breath; originally he also had extraordinary talent, so his condition improved considerably at this moment.

He saw Yun Xuanmo being captured, and his eyes lit up again.

Yun Xuanmo is the Fifth Prince; if I could rescue him, that would surely be a great achievement!

"Gan Lin, won't you release the Fifth Prince?"

Zhou Tian let out a loud shout, the Sect's Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique was unleashed, he waved his long sword, exuding immense domineering presence and incomparable might.

He gathered all his strength and attacked forward, hoping to rescue Yun Xuanmo.

Gan Lin snorted coldly and struck back with a palm.

"You're asking for death!"

Gan Lin gave a cold snort from his mouth, his face full of disdain.

With a bang, Zhou Tian was struck by the palm and staggered back.

At the same time, Zhou Tian spat out a mouthful of blood.

Compared with Gan Lin, the gap is indeed too great.

But just then, the Sword Pool shook violently, as if heaven and earth were affected, as though the sky were about to collapse and the earth to sink.

The mist and blood water in the Sword Pool surged even more violently, causing an astonishing feeling.

Under everyone's gaze, everyone was astonished to discover that the Holy Sword had actually moved.

Only see the Holy Sword break through the water surface and soar into the air.

But the direction in which the Holy Sword flew at this moment was actually straight toward Zhou Tian!

Zhou Tian hadn't even reacted when he saw the Holy Sword flying toward him.

He showed a look of joy, quickly reached out with his right hand and grabbed the Holy Sword; in an instant, the Holy Sword also emitted sword qi, enveloping Zhou Tian.