Central domain!

"Go choose a sword!"

The Ninth Disciple's Way.

Hearing this, Zhao Chu walked to the stand next to the sword and picked up a shining silver magic sword.

Um!

good!

It is a good sword, worthy of being a fine product of the Central Region.

I don't know what materials this sword is made of. It is a hundred times sharper and a hundred times tougher than the swords in the northern realm.

When you leave, be sure to take it with you and give it away when you go back!

Afterwards, Zhao Chu looked at the Sword Stand with some greed.

In the distance, there are many magic swords.

"Um!"

"good!"

"If you don't choose a gold sword, choose a silver sword."

"If you don't choose the upper sword, choose the lower sword!"

He is a good young man who practices swordsmanship, and he is good at swordsmanship!

Seeing this, the ninth disciple praised.

Dirty?

Despicable?

Cheesy enough?

Why do you feel like you are swearing?

Zhao Chu was confused.

"Bindfold your eyes with a black cloth."

"A swordsman should look at the world with his heart. The dirt in his eyes will pollute the spirit of the sword."

The Ninth Disciple's Way.

Although his face was full of confusion, Zhao Chu obediently found a piece of black cloth and covered his eyes.

call out!

Lightning flint.

Although Zhao Chu could not see, his sensitive hearing was still there.

He heard an extremely fast sword that penetrated the void and shattered the space.

Is this the beginning of teaching?

But I'm blindfolded and can't see.

Zhao Chu is still complaining, but next, he will face an unimaginable crisis.

puff!

Next breath.

An ordinary magical sword pierced his chest and his heart for no reason.

pain!

Zhao Chu's face was twisted in pain.

I don't know what the ninth disciple did. In an instant, all his cultivation was sealed.

The body he was so proud of was sealed.

His spiritual power, his divine thoughts, everything was sealed.

Zhao Chu tasted the long-lost feeling of being a mortal.

When he listened to the ninth disciple's words and just put on the dark mask, he was faced with a sword that pierced his chest.

heart!

pierced.

At this moment, Zhao Chu felt like he was about to die.

Why!

baffling.

Isn’t this crossdresser going to teach me how to practice swordsmanship?

Why do you want to kill me!

Zhao Chu didn't even think of it.

"Have you realized it?"

At this time, the calm voice of the ninth disciple came to my ears.

Zhao Chu was stunned.

friend!

Are you kidding me?

Kill me with one sword and ask me if I have enlightenment?

I realized it.

I realized that I screwed over your ancestors.

It’s frustrating!

He, Zhao Chu, couldn't even wrap his head around the idea that he would die in such a way in his life.

An inexplicable death.

"Huh? Really stupid!"

Then, Zhao Chu felt the blade and slowly pulled it out from his heart.

really!

The process of drawing out the sword is ten times more painful than penetrating it.

Dead!

Zhao Chu suffocated.

It was really suffocating, and I was going to die.

boom!

suddenly.

A gentle force suddenly enveloped his heart.

life!

Saved!

But the severe pain in my heart still remained.

Zhao Chu gasped hard.

A moment of shock.

It was simply a step to death.

puff!

But Zhao Chu had just taken a few breaths, and in an instant.

The familiar sword cry.

Zhao Chu subconsciously wanted to run away.

pity!

No chance.

There was a sharp pain in his neck.

His own throat was pierced by a sword.

It turns out that heart death is not painful enough at all.

Having his neck pierced is unbearable pain.
To be continued...