It is useless to practice in seclusion all day long.

It just so happens that the Holy Son of Tianyu from the Tianshen Clan has become quite famous recently, let’s see if he lives up to his reputation.

On the road.

Someone introduced Fang Ke to several supreme Dharma in the depths.

"The Xingluo Wanming Sword that Saint Son of Xingluo is meditating on is one of the five supreme dharma. In addition, there are four other types: the Immortal Killing Sword, the Ghost Sword, the Mingyu Sword, and the Tribulation-breaking Sword."

After the man finished speaking, someone else spoke.

"Four of them have no inheritance, or only a few words have been passed down, but some people have tried them one after another. The four sword techniques each have their own strengths, and there is no strong or weak distinction. The fifth Immortal Killing Sword is slightly different."
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This person just wanted to tell the truth.

But I didn’t expect it.

Fang Ke didn't look at it or ask about it. Tianxun answered directly and explained.

"The Immortal Killing Sword has left its name in ancient history!"

"Leave a name in ancient history?" Fang Ke was surprised.

That’s the history of the ancient emperors’ era!

I don’t know how many years have passed since then!

How many records are left today?

In Fang Ke's memory, even the Tianshen Clan didn't have many ancient spiritual gold tablets, and there weren't many materials copied and reprinted from elsewhere.

In the only remaining records, the names of ancient emperors are not recorded much, but a supreme law has a name in this ancient history and is passed down to future generations?

"Who created the Immortal Sword?" Fang Ke asked, feeling that this was probably the reason.

The person who created the art of swordsmanship is definitely an extraordinary strong man.

"The creator of the law did not leave a name." Tianxun shook his head and said: "But his status is extraordinary. He is the chief disciple of the Sword Emperor. His specific experience is unknown, and his name is unknown. However, on an ancient spiritual gold tablet, there is a special record of beheading.

The Immortal Sword and the Chief Disciple of the Sword Emperor."

"Where is the ancient monument?" Fang Ke asked.

"It was discovered in the void three thousand years ago on the battlefield of thousands of tribes. The ancient stele was soaked in silvery blood and has long since decayed. However, there were still images left behind. All the emperors and saints have reproduced them, including ours."

Fang Ke frowned.

Three thousand years of discovery, no wonder he didn’t know about it.

But.

The Sword King's first disciple, a sword technique, was deliberately engraved on the ancient Lingjin stele. This recording method means that this matter has unique significance.

What a pity.

Time is too long for future generations to know the story.

Fang Ke was thinking.

Someone in front shouted: "Get out of here! Don't block His Highness's way!"

Another person said: "There are actually people in the human race who can enter the second level? Now they are overestimating their abilities and want to covet the ancient emperor's inheritance?"

"Why don't you hurry up and get out of here!"

"If you dare to block the road again, I will kill you!"

……

The sound of shouting.

Fang Ke looked up.

There are several human beings in front of them. They seem to have just stepped back from a certain stone platform. I don't know whether they are choosing sword techniques or taking a break during practice.

At this moment, being scolded by a group of alien geniuses, these human beings looked ugly, with anger in their eyes, as if they were about to say something.

But the alien geniuses surrounding Fang Ke are all powerful tribes in the top thousand or even the top 100. They have extraordinary backgrounds and arrogant postures, and they look down on the human race.

Now that I see how many people dare to get angry, I will immediately start a violent killing spree.

"Retreat!"

The geniuses of the human race gave a low shout and immediately took a few steps back, returning to the stone platform and being enveloped by the light on the platform.

Those alien geniuses immediately snorted coldly and stopped pursuing.

The stone platform is a place for practice, and you cannot do anything.

"The human race can survive because of the mercy of the Supreme Being. They actually dare to covet the ancient emperor's inheritance. Do they deserve it?" A genius from the Winged God Clan looked coldly.

"We should send a message to the Ten Thousand Clans Domain and let each tribe send people to guard the entrance to the dojo. If there are any despicable people like the human race who covet the dojo, they should be killed directly outside!"

Its words aroused the approval and nodding of many people.

The genius of the Winged God Clan suggested again.

"It's better than this. I'll leave a few people behind and stay outside this place. We won't allow the human race to quit and rest, and we won't allow them to change their sword skills. Let them be trapped here to death!"

It is difficult to achieve enlightenment in one go.

Everyone needs to rest and learn other sword techniques as a reference.

If you keep practicing, you may not be able to achieve anything even if you practice to death.

Several of the top 100 geniuses nodded, and some took the initiative to stay, and even accused Fang Ke of it.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, please forgive me, but I will not go with you anymore."

Fang Ke had a bright smile on his face: "It's okay, you can do whatever you want, but are there any Taoist friends who want to stay?"

Seeing that he seemed to have no interest in the human race, there were three other geniuses who wanted to stay behind, trapping several human warriors on the stage.

Fang Ke nodded with a smile on his face, said goodbye to the genius left behind, and continued to move forward.

After walking thousands of meters.

His heart moved slightly.

Rear.

The genius of the Winged God Clan, who proposed to besiege the human warriors, was chatting with several alien races.

"It is estimated that these human warriors will not be able to bear the pain of cultivation in a few days and will withdraw from the dojo. At that time, we can go to practice on our own. These few days should be regarded as a rest."

Someone nodded: "Yes, practicing in the martial arts field is too hard. The sword spirit only gives me a quarter of an hour of rest every day. I can practice for up to three days at a time."

"Hahaha, that's true, but it will be of great benefit to us and others in improving our sword skills. Why don't we share some insights?"

"Okay..."

A few people were chatting and laughing, but no one noticed.

Beside a stone platform not far away, a black shadow flashed slightly and then appeared out of thin air.

The black shadow is nearly two meters tall, with a single eye and no other holes on its head. Its body is covered with a large black carapace, with six limbs and no abdomen.

Two dark scimitars are held up on both sides. If you look carefully, the scimitars are his arms. They look dark and shiny, and the blades are so bright that it makes people feel chilly.

It climbed on six limbs, moved forward quickly, and quickly approached those people.

"Who is it?!" The genius of the Yi God Clan noticed the dark shadow and shouted with a knife.

Several other alien races were equally vigilant, and their natural spiritual weapons glowed with cold light.

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The black shadow did not answer, and with extremely fast speed, it came to the front of the alien genius.

"Seeking death!"

The Winged God Clan and other dozen or so geniuses all took action at the same time.

The black shadow wields its double swords.

Whoa!

A jet-black cold light was extremely bright, and it struck at a frightening speed. In an instant, before the alien prodigy drew his sword, more than a dozen sword lights had already flashed away.

The next moment.

There was a crash.

Every vital part of the alien genius' body was torn open, and his body was cut open. Various internal organs and blood of various colors immediately flowed all over the floor.

But the black shadow flashed on the spot, and then disappeared directly...

Far away.

Fang Ke had already arrived in front of a stone platform with supreme sword skills, and was about to step up the steps when he paused slightly and a smile appeared on his face.

The smile flashed away, and he walked up the steps, looking at the introduction of sword techniques in front of him, but he was thinking about other things.
To be continued...