#242 - My sword is also called

Chapter 242: This Sword of Mine, Also Named…

It wasn't just Xu Ming who caught the sword the old man threw.

In Xu Xuenuo's spiritual dreamscape, the girl also caught it.

Whether it was Xu Ming or Xu Xuenuo, when they caught the sword thrown by the old man, they felt endless sword intent surging into their minds, filling their entire bodies with it.

Facing this sword imparted by the old man, both of their souls were on the verge of collapse!

Because Xu Ming had not experienced the cultivation of the Sword Dao system and had little understanding of the Sword Dao, he was not very clear about what was going on with this sword.

But Xu Xuenuo's master was the number one Sword Immortal of the present age.

Xu Xuenuo, who had always been cultivating beside the highest peak of the Sword Dao, knew very well—this sword contained the old man's lifelong insights into the Sword Dao.

One sword breaks ten thousand laws, one sword severs cause and effect, one sword contains thousands.

No matter what kind of sword technique a sword cultivator practices, in the end, everything you have will be condensed into one sword.

This sword is your strongest sword.

This sword contains everything you are.

But how could Xu Ming and Xu Xuenuo, two cultivators in the middle five realms, be able to accept the all-encompassing sword of a Flying Ascension realm expert?

But they had to accept it whether they wanted to or not.

They had no choice.

"As expected, was it still too forced?"

The old man looked at the two children, Xu Ming and Xu Xuenuo.

Xu Ming and Xu Xuenuo's souls were like shattered and re-glued porcelain, covered with cracks from top to bottom, as if they would shatter at any moment.

If their souls shattered, their physical bodies would naturally die as well.

"Alas."

The old man sighed, feeling that the two of them probably wouldn't make it.

Indeed, it was still too forced.

Indeed, after all, not everyone is me…

Just as the old man in Xu Xuenuo and Xu Ming's consciousness turned around to leave, the old man suddenly felt a strange sensation behind him.

In Xu Xuenuo's consciousness, the old man turned around, looking at the girl who was on the verge of collapse, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The girl's body, which was originally about to shatter, was gradually recovering.

Although her expression still looked very painful, it was obviously developing in a good direction.

Her aura was becoming more and more powerful.

The sword energy and sword intent surrounding her were constantly absorbing everything he had taught her.

"Huff."

Xu Xuenuo took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.

Xu Xuenuo wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and slowly stood up.

Xu Xuenuo looked directly at the old man.

Originally, Xu Xuenuo simply thought that this old man was a very powerful sword cultivator, and did not have much respect for him.

But just now, after Xu Xuenuo accepted the imparted sword, Xu Xuenuo was very admired for this old man.

Xu Xuenuo even had a feeling.

Even her master, compared to this old man in his prime, would probably not be able to win in a sword fight.

"Not bad, not bad, as expected of Jiang Luoyu's disciple."

The old man looked at Xu Xuenuo with a smile, stroking his beard as he praised.

Xu Xuenuo was a little surprised: "Senior, do you know my master?"

"How could I not know her?"

The old man said with a smile.

"When I competed with your grandmaster, your master was still a little girl of seventeen or eighteen, just like you, holding a sword and watching from the side.

Your master, that little girl, looked pretty good, but her temperament was a bit too cold, also like a sword, um, you are very similar to your master, both cold like a sword.

Speaking of which, your grandmaster was also very cold.

Good heavens, you really are from the same lineage!

If I, this old man, guessed correctly, you and your master probably don't have Dao partners, right?"

Xu Xuenuo: "."

"It seems so, but even if you don't admit it, your grandmaster and your master are both very good at accepting disciples, your master and your talent are very high."

The old man looked at Xu Xuenuo, "Speaking of which, how is your master, that little girl? No, so many years have passed, is she doing well?"

"Thank you for your concern, Senior, my master is doing very well."

Xu Xuenuo clasped her fist with the sword in hand, "Also, thank you, Senior, for not exposing this junior at that time."

"When you're out and about, it's normal to make up a sect at random.

In the past, when I couldn't beat others, I would pretend to be someone from a certain sect."

The old man expressed his understanding.

Xu Xuenuo: "."

I didn't expect such an invincible senior to have such a thick skin at times.

"Alright, since you can guard my sword intent, then try to use the sword I taught you."

The old man pointed to the blood-red sky above.

"Now, take the sword in your hand and break this sky!"

"Break this sky?"

Xu Ming, in his spiritual dreamscape, had also withstood the old man's sword intent.

Xu Ming almost couldn't bear it, but fortunately, he had gained a lot of "will" and "spirit" stat points before, which allowed him to barely make it through.

To be honest, Xu Ming felt that this was the closest he had been to the gates of hell since his battle with the Sect Master of the Joyful Union Sect.

"Yes, it is to break this sky."

The old man looked at Xu Ming with satisfaction.

Just now, the old man also thought that Xu Ming was not going to make it, and was about to leave Xu Ming's consciousness, but who knew that he, like that girl, had actually made it through.

I didn't expect that this wild path could actually withstand his sword intent.

It seems that this kid's martial artist realm was not practiced in vain, it still has some use.

"The boxing technique you learned, if I'm not mistaken, is called the Sky-Opening Fist, right?"

The old man said.

"Yes."

Xu Ming nodded, "Senior is indeed knowledgeable and well-informed."

"No need to flatter me."

Although the old man said so, he seemed to be quite happy in his heart, "Five thousand years ago, I once fought with a Martial Artist of the Limit, he left a deep impression on me, the boxing technique he learned was the Sky-Opening Fist, but your Sky-Opening Fist is very strange, your Sky-Opening Fist seems to be incomplete."

"That's right."

Xu Ming did not hide anything, "My Sky-Opening Fist came from a relative, she told me personally that the Sky-Opening Fist is an incomplete boxing technique, and asked me to learn it as a transition."

"Heh heh heh, the Sky-Opening Fist can only be used as a transition, that's really laughable."

The old man shook his head, "Go to the Underworld River, I heard that that guy died in the Underworld River, you can go and take a look, maybe you can get the complete boxing manual."

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior."

Xu Ming thanked him with a bow.

"No need to thank me, if you want to go to the Underworld River, you must first get out alive."

The old man said calmly.

"Actually, I have never known what kind of name to give this sword.

But after seeing the boxing technique you used today, I had an idea in my heart."

The old man turned around, holding his long sword, the sword qi like a sea constantly converging, the world changed color, the earth trembled:

"Watch carefully, this sword of mine, is also named—

Sky-Opening!"