Rise of the Sword

Can Three Million Swords Kill a Person?

This question is worth exploring.

Practice makes perfect.

Chen Xia stood in the sea of swords formed by the convergence of three million flying swords, looking at the bronze armor in front and waved his hand, saying,

"Listen to my explanation first."

The bronze armor did not respond. The rusty gauntlets raised the bronze sword in its hand, pointing the sword tip at Chen Xia.

With a cry, the sword let out a clear and melodious ring.

The cyan bronze sword actually burst out a spotless white sword glow, shimmering brilliantly with extraordinary aura.

As a suit of armor, it would not converse with people, only drawing the sword.

The rule is to take a sword and receive one sword from it.

With Chen Xia taking all three million flying swords in the sword forest, he would naturally receive three million swords.

That would be following the rules.

As for whether Chen Xia could withstand it, it was not something a suit of armor should care about.

The flying swords swirling crazily in the sky converged together, like a storm of blade aura, with a terrible image.

It was lively in the sword forest.

Naturally it would attract people coming to watch the excitement.

Old Fisherman arrived the fastest, standing in the sky, overlooking the sword forest. His slightly long eyebrows were lightly knitted as he murmured,

"Is it the sword forest going crazy, or am I going crazy?"

Three million flying swords coming out of the sword forest at the same time, even the top sword cultivators of the younger generation could not create such a scene, yet the sword ignorant Chen Xia accomplished it.

You can't say there was no trick, Old Fisherman definitely did not believe it.

But as for what the trick was, Old Fisherman did not know either.

More and more people came to watch the excitement, most were elders. Looking at this scene, their expressions were surprised, and their tone was full of appreciation.

"I didn't expect my Myriad Heavens Sword Sect could produce such a figure. In the future if he can grow up, he will definitely be able to support the sect."

"Heavenly talent blessed by the sages, he should have a place in the great world in the future."

In the words of these elders, they held Chen Xia in high regard, feeling that he should become the pillar of Myriad Heavens Sword Sect in the future.

They still did not know that according to Chen Xia, he would become the elixir to prolong the emperor's life.

Old Fisherman listened quietly to the side, his expression obscure and unreadable.

"To have such a disciple is really an honor for the sect, blessed by the Heaven's will." A little elder next to him flattered Old Fisherman.

Old Fisherman nodded his head problemly, unable to show any emotion, and only lightly responded with an "En."

Seeing Old Fisherman's lack of interest, although confused, the little elder did not dare to continue pestering and retreated to the side to watch.

Chen Xia's talent was indeed rarely seen in these elders' lifetime.

To be able to gain the approval of three million flying swords at the same time, and even be able to receive three million sword strikes from the sword armor.

It could be said to be unprecedented, and it was estimated no one could accomplish it in the future as well.

What they wanted to see now was how Chen Xia would deal with the situation of three million flying swords.

It was impossible to really hard resist three million sword strikes right?

Chen Xia thought the same too. Looking at the sky full of flying swords, he fell into contemplation.

Was it due to fortune?

Chen Xia was not very clear. It was also possible that he really had talent in the sword dao, after all he had broken quite a few flying swords with his fist before.

He and the flying swords still had a very special connection.

He remembered the first time they met, it should have been in Tail Creek Town right?

That was the first time Chen Xia saw a flying sword.

It was also the first time he knew that breaking a flying sword was so simple.

In summary, he still had to thank Yang Gang.

Chen Xia was also more mature now, no longer the impetuous youth in his tens. If the past were to repeat again, he would deal with Yang Gang more gently.

Hmm...probably.

Chen Xia was not very certain. His thoughts had wandered off a bit. It was understandable that people who lived a long time would be nostalgic.

Because there were simply too many things that could be reminisced about.

Unintentionally they would come to mind.

But now there was no time to think more.

Because the swords came.

The overwhelming sword qi surged like fierce waves. Just facing it, he could feel an immense weight.

Chen Xia could not block this sword strike.

Too fast.

With a loud bang, the sword cry rang out!

The three million flying swords swirling in the sky, their sword intent abruptly stopped!

Chen Xia's body was sent flying three thousand meters. Using his left foot to touch the ground, he pulled out a kilometer gorge to steady his body.

He raised his head, his eyes like the deep pools reflecting the cyan sword blades.

The second sword came.

Truly leaving no leeway!

The elders watching from the stands curiously discussed.

"If judging the sword armor by its realm, what realm would it be at?"

An elder responded: "About two to three layers of the Overturning Sea Realm right? Mainly due to the will of the sage, so it would be more formidable, obscurely protected by the true meaning of the sage."

"Speaking like this, wouldn't it be about four to five layers of the Overturning Sea Realm?" A voice of puzzlement rang out.

"The killing power is about the same as four to five layers of Overturning Sea Realm, but the bronze sword in its hand takes up three layers. As for this armor, at most it only has the strength of one layer in the Overturning Sea Realm."

The reason why the sage's will materialized armor, was probably because it needed the armor to wield the sword.

A powerful sword that no one uses would become not powerful instead.

"Is Chen Xia really going to receive three million sword strikes?"

The elders still felt the number was too exaggerated. Their eyes secretly glanced at Old Fisherman from time to time, wanting to see something.

Old Fisherman was expressionless, only watching quietly, completely different from his usual behavior.

The elders did not dare ask outright, so they could only discuss among themselves.

"Hard resisting three million sword strikes, even if you have thirty thousand lives you can't withstand three million sword strikes!"

"Also, even if Chen Xia could endure it, this sage's will can't withstand it either if it really strikes three million swords!"

The elders all knew it was impossible to hard resist three million swords.

So Chen Xia only had one way to get out of this.

Kill the sword armor!

However, in reality there was still another method.

With his extraordinary thinking, Chen Xia quickly thought of it, precisely when he received the third sword strike.

His body was sent flying to the entrance of the sword forest. Midway he supported himself on the ground with a palm to spring up. He stood in front of the giant bronze gate, the whole process seeming prearranged, very smooth. He waved at the sword armor.

"Then let's stop here, continued strikes would be impolite."

He was going to flee.

Chen Xia's figure flashed as he stepped out of the bronze gate, standing outside. He instantly felt what was meant by taking a step back for a wider view.

He was not some sword cultivator, he did not need the boost from flying swords much. If not for Old Fisherman asking him to come over, Chen Xia might have never stepped into this sword forest in his lifetime.

Three million flying swords, whoever wanted to take them could take them, he was not taking them anyway.

The elders on the viewing platform were somewhat astonished, they really did not expect there to be this way out.

Cultivators since ancient times faced difficulties head on, when had there ever been those who fled from difficulties?

With this mentality, he could also become a seed to be an emperor?

For the elders' question, Chen Xia only wanted to answer with one sentence.

You can come receive three million swords.

So no matter how the elders saw it, Chen Xia had already walked out anyway. He exchanged looks with the big yellow dog guarding the outside.

"Bro, you succeeded!" The big yellow dog asked joyfully.

"No, I fled..." Chen Xia was still answering.

Buzz!

A pure sword cry rang out sharply!

Chen Xia was sent flying several thousand meters from outside the bronze gate, smashing into a mountain range and pulverizing several mountain peaks.

The armor wielding the cyan bronze sword stood outside the bronze gate.

It seemed either it or Chen Xia had to die.

Thousands of meters away, a true dragon image of a thousand yards flipped over and rose up, crushing the mountain range, letting out a deafening dragon roar!

Chen Xia stood within, his eyes bright golden yellow.

As if the gods of heaven and earth!