I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3821: Chapter 1843: Ulcerous Orifice_2

"Only my death!"

His voice deepened: "If I die, perhaps it could cause a slight ripple in Teacher’s state of mind, prompting him to come out. It just depends on whether you wish to fight me."

All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion...

Sword Deity Hua finished searching Li Fugui’s soul, his eyes slightly closing as he proceeded to that place.

It wasn’t an easy place to enter, even for him; only with Kong Yuhen’s invitation could he enter the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.

He finally set down the bronze lamp, lifted his eyes, and gazed at the young man before him.

"Xiao Kongtong..."

Sword Deity Hua softly murmured; he remembered this name.

Fringe Moon Immortal City had risen in the past thirty years, while he had been self-imprisoned in the Land of Screen and Candles during that time.

Originally, Sword Deity Hua had no impression of this person.

But several times Hallmaster Dao entered the Land of Screen and Candles and mentioned Fringe Moon Immortal City and this Eldest Senior Brother, but...that was all.

"You are not my match."

Sword Deity Hua shook his head at him.

He only sought Bazhun’an and did not want to engage in a great struggle; he was too lazy to kill irrelevant people.

"But the Three Swords of the Sword Demon have long been admired by this junior!"

Xiao Kongtong was full of enthusiasm; it seemed he was standing up for Feng, but in reality, he was doing it for himself.

The Path of the Ancient Swordsman, the proper path, he had followed completely.

Only Teacher Bazhun’an’s path of sword cognition was considered a unique approach and could provide enlightenment.

Other than that, there was the mixed path of Xu Xiaoshou, which could be understood but not learned.

And, Sword Deity Hua’s Sword Demon!

In the world, if Xiao Kongtong had reached the peak, only three great mountains stood before him.

Time waits for no one.

Missing Sword Deity Hua today, he didn’t know when he could find someone so far above his level again.

"It is said the Ghost Sword Immortal began with Spirits Controlling, then mastered souls, and finally returned to the Way of the Sword, comprehending the Sword Demon."

"The Three Swords of the Sword Demon: Body Ghost, Spirit Ghost, Will Ghost, correspond to the three talents of humans, earth, and sky, integrating with the Dao, leading to profound mysteries."

Xiao Kongtong bowed deeply: "This junior may lack talent, but I wish to glimpse the scenery behind that door. May the Ghost Sword Immortal fulfill this desire?"

Sword Deity Hua gazed at him: "You have already confirmed the title of Sword Deity."

From the discussions around, it could be heard that Xiao Kongtong ranked second among the Seven Sword Deities, a pillar of the resurgence of the Way of the Sword in the five regions.

"Indeed!" Xiao Kongtong nodded.

"The path ahead is clear, so why seek a dead end?" Sword Deity Hua sighed, "If I draw my sword, you are certain to die."

"Hahaha!"

Xiao Kongtong laughed heartily, three times, then with a mocking expression: "You overestimate yourself, Sword Deity Hua, and underestimate me. At the very least, I can endure ten aura."

Ten aura...

It sounded like a joke.

What can ten aura solve?

Nearby Spiritual Cultivators laughed aloud, but seeing the solemn expressions of the ancient swordsman all over the mountain, they quickly covered their mouths, not daring to act out.

Xiao Kongtong raised his sword, wiped his hands over the Kongtong Formless Sword, and its blade flashed with silver light, sharp and imposing.

Sword cognition...

Only then did Sword Deity Hua give him another look.

To cultivate sword cognition, at least he was not merely boasting but had some prowess.

But that’s all there was to it.

Xiao Kongtong tilted his sword, shook it, and the Kongtong Formless Sword resonated with a long chant, the winds and snow of Lingyu Mountain swirled fiercely.

He turned to gaze at the crowd, his gaze sweeping across Elder Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, the four from the Burial Sword Tomb, Xiao Wanfeng, and other ancient swordsmen before lifting his eyebrows, filled with spirit, shouting:

"Swordsmen of the world, gathering at Lingyu, many have the ability to ascend; the rising stars are countless. I ask, aside from Xiao Kongtong, who dares to test the sharpness of the Ghost Hunter?"

He turned back, bowed again, and fixed his eyes on the bronze lamp in Sword Deity Hua’s hand:

"Sword Deity Hua, you are a senior, I won’t be polite."

"If I can take one of your swords, release one unrelated person from that lamp; if two swords, release two."

"If I can take three swords, regardless of where my teacher is or what plans you have, wait for him for an hour for the fourth sword, fifth sword...by that rule, until I fall dead, how about it?"

After he spoke, the entire mountain was in an uproar.

Elder Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, raised their eyebrows high.

Among the four from the Burial Sword Tomb, Gu Qinger and Gu Qingsan were burning with enthusiasm, while the first and fourth were more silent.

Even Lei Shuangxing, who stood aside with his sword as he watched, trembled, feeling the sack in his hand becoming heavier by more than three parts.

Xiao Kongtong had stepped forward; he didn’t plan on returning alive.

To pursue the Way as an ancient swordsman reached this level, as he said, aside from him, who else?

Sword Deity Hua had already understood the wish of this young man and nodded slightly:

"As you wish."

...

"Buzz!"

As Mei Siren stepped out of a spacetime rift, the Taicheng Sword at his waist trembled, and feeling the overwhelming Sword Will, he was amazed.

Looking up, snow flew from all directions, sword cognition splashed all around, covering a thousand miles, frightening the ghost tides of Lingyu to retreat.

The sky darkened, resembling Phantom City.

The silver moon of Lingyu, yet hung high in the sky.

Xiao Kongtong raised his sword and bowed to the moon, standing aloft in the void, sword cognition surging from him.

Those who knew recognized him as Xiao Kongtong, and those who didn’t might have thought he was Bazhun’an expelling sword cognition in Lingyu Mountain!

Not good...

Mei Siren saw the many retreating ancient swordsmen around the mountain, and in the first sight found Feng Tingchen, darting over:

"What happened?"

"Like this..." Feng Tingchen turned and, seeing it was Elder Mei, conveyed the events in a few sentences, still staring intently at the battlefield.

Too late!

Mei Siren cursed inwardly.

Seeing the flames in Xiao Kongtong’s eyes, he knew he could not stop this fight; it was a quest for the Dao.

And what Xiao Kongtong asked involved the Ghost Hunter at Sword Deity Hua’s waist; the sword cognition pointed sharply, and the Ghost Hunter also began to sing!