Kill Me More Times, I'll Become Invincible-Chapter 372:

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Elder Qingzhuo and Elder Xuanji appeared directly in the sky, without concealing their figures.

After all, as respected elders of the Immortal Gate, why would they need to resort to sneak attacks or schemes against ordinary martial artists?

Their appearance naturally caused a commotion among the martial artists below.

These martial artists from the rivers and lakes immediately changed color and murmured in distress:

"We thought it was a great opportunity, but we didn’t expect to provoke the Immortal Gate?"

"We practice martial arts, how can we compete with immortal cultivators?"

These martial artists suddenly lost their fighting spirit for the treasure sword. Some felt the situation was not good and prepared to escape using their light skills.

Ordinary martial artists in the mortal world would never attempt to fight against Immortal Gate cultivators, especially when two Nascent Soul Elders come from above.

Not just people.

Even the hundreds and thousands of treasure swords flying in the air in the Sword Tomb and the Sword-cleansing Pool seemed to be affected by the two old Daoists, hesitating to act rashly.

Only the newcomer Xue Changhe had a somewhat fearless attitude like a newcomer daringly facing danger.

"Don’t panic," Xue Changhe said calmly.

"The enemy is fewer, but even though Immortal Gate cultivators are strong, we still have a chance to win."

"In the Qiao family, several martial artists have successfully fought against Immortal Gate cultivators, why can’t we?"

Can Xue Changhe do what a Qiao family member did?

Since he was young, Xue Changhe has always seen himself as equal to martial arts legends like Qiao family members and Martial Saint.

While aware of the differences, Xue Changhe does not want to appear weak.

Among the many martial artists present, Xue Changhe is the strongest.

With such a strong figure leading the way, other martial artists felt more confident and bravely stood alongside Xue Changhe.

At the peak of Sword Tomb, the composed woman in red attire now looked serious.

"Should we join forces?" she asked the stone sword beside her.

"In this place, there are more than a thousand swords, all ready to obey my command. If we add yours…"

"If we add my sword to the mix, the entire army will be defeated," said Earth Sword Immortal with a frown.

"This is strange. Ever since those two old Taoists appeared, your fighting spirit suddenly rose up," he added.

"You may not know their background, but the person on the left is Nascent Soul Elder Qingzhuo from the Great Dao Sect, and the other one is likely also a Nascent Soul."

"The techniques of the elders from the Immortal Gate are too powerful for anything to withstand, no matter what you are."

"If there was another way, why would I have risked my life and abandoned my physical body in the first place?"

Earth Sword Immortal seemed to have lost all fighting spirit, even pouring cold water on the red-clothed woman.

However, Qingzhuo and the two elders on the cloud above remained unconcerned with the commotion below.

Whether fleeing with lightness skills or fighting while cornered, there was no difference.

"Qingzhuo friend, shall you come or shall I?" Elder Xuanji spoke.

"Friend Xuanji’s precious treasure is damaged, and his spirit is injured, so let me handle it this time," Elder Qingzhuo smiled.

"This place, Sword Tomb, is the spiritual land, belonging to Soul Predicting Path. I will only retrieve the stone sword treasure," said Qingzhuo.

Immortal Xuanji’s gaze shifted slightly as he smiled.

"In that case, let’s witness the power of Elder Qingzhuo’s magic today," he said.

In the next moment, Elder Qingzhuo quickly chanted a spell, and the weather changed instantly, with strong winds stirring up dark clouds like rushing waves.

The howling winds swept up sand, forming a tornado that almost touched the sky.

Amidst the roaring winds.

The already crumbling Sword Casting Village completely collapsed.

The old crumbling walls and debris shattered in the fierce sandstorm, turning into sharper dust than blades, rushing towards Sword Tomb.

The martial artists had just gathered their courage after Xue Changhe’s encouragement, but now they were dumbfounded.

"What in the world, how do we fight against this?!"

None of the martial artists had ever fought a cultivator before, not even Xue Changhe, who was the most skilled among them.

These martial artists had all heard of the legend of the Qiao family member vanquishing immortals.

This time, there were a hundred of them, led by Xue Changhe, who ranked high on the Strength List. They had thought they could at least put up a fight even if they couldn’t win, but now they were at a loss as they made their move.

Elder Qingzhuo stood still on the clouds above, not making a move to come down.

The sandstorm he conjured up with his magic swept away nearly half of the ruins of Sword Casting Village in just a few breaths.

What could these martial artists do against this sandstorm?

Punches, swordsmanship, strength, lightness… All of them are useless!

The Nascent Soul cultivator’s techniques were as powerful as a city destroyer, capable of causing great havoc with just a thought, almost like a natural disaster in the eyes of ordinary people. Are these ordinary martial artists going to fight against them?

Hoo, hoo, hoo…

Amidst the raging howls, over ten martial artists were swept up by the storm. In the blink of an eye, their bodies were carried high into the air, disappearing from sight.

"Stay calm!" Xue Changhe gritted his teeth in frustration.

"How did the Qiao family members, rumored to have successfully defeated immortals, achieve such a feat…?"

He carefully pondered the details of the rumors, but the more he thought, the more questions arose, leaving him feeling confused and at a loss.

A powerful surge of qi, like the raging sea, swept through his body, bringing with it rough and hard shards of gravel. In an instant, his body was covered in bloody scratches.

At the same time.

Then, hundreds of swords rose into the sky, aiming at the two elders of the Immortal Gate in the clouds.

"Not enough." The woman in red stared straight at Elder Xuanji in the clouds, her eyes as cold as swords.

"Burning Silence, Hidden Sea, Giant Gate, Greedy Wolf, Dark Abyss, Snow Soul, Nameless…" she spoke the names of legendary swords passed down for centuries.

"For hundreds of years, I have nurtured these swords, but their sharpness is yet to be tested."

"If not today, then when?"

Clang! Clang!

Inside the Sword Tomb, metal cases emerged from the ground one by one, revealing dozens of famous swords from different eras!

In the past, martial artists would have been overjoyed to witness such a sight, thinking it a great opportunity. However, at this moment, everyone was in imminent danger, and no one was surprised or amazed.

Under the command of the woman in red.

Over the centuries, legendary swords have risen into the sky, thousands of treasured swords soaring high with their powerful energy piercing the sky.

Martial artists trying their best to evade the sandstorm couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

Their martial skills were no match for the Elder Qingzhuo’s mysterious techniques.

Could this mysterious and unpredictable Sword Tomb bring them a ray of hope?

Even the top martial artist Xue Changhe in the martial arts world could only resonate with seven swords.

But now, with fifty swords drawn from the Sword Tomb, the scene was beyond comparison.

The spectacle of a thousand swords in the sky was enough to awe martial artists in the martial world.

However, in the eyes of both Elder Qingzhuo, it was…

"This spiritual place of yours is quite remarkable," Elder Qingzhuo said casually.

"The growth is so good, it might not be wild fruit growing on its own, but purposely cultivated, right?"

Elder Xuanji smiled but did not speak.

This Sword Tomb is right next to the sect, how could the Immortal Gate not know about it?

"Just three or four hundred years ago, it was also left to grow freely without intentional cultivation. Saying it’s wild fruit growing on its own is also correct," Elder Xuanji said.

"The growth is good, but…" Elder Qingzhuo shook his head.

"The method of controlling flying swords has been passed down within the Immortal Gate for thousands of years."

"These newly born little monsters are using ordinary sword techniques, it’s really…"

Elder Qingzhuo just shook his head.

Earlier, those martial artists with shallow knowledge who entered the mountain villa saw hundreds of broken swords floating in the air and thought it was a technique of the Immortal Gate.

Today he showed these ordinary martial artists what real magic looks like!

Great Dao Sect elder Qingzhuo is not best at using flying swords, but he also has a flying sword in his possession.

With a wave of his hand, a sword pellet turned into a flying sword in the wind and flew off.

"One sword, a hundred swords, a thousand swords formation."

The flying sword multiplied rapidly, from one to two, two to four… in a few breaths, thousands of flying swords turned into a rainbow light.

Sword against sword!

Thousand swords against thousand swords!

In an instant, the sky was filled with a thousand rainbow lights interweaving and falling like rain.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang!

Overhead, the clanging sound of gold and iron colliding echoed, like a sudden heavy rain.

The martial artists were in awe as they looked up, they had never seen anything like this before, they almost forgot to run for their lives.

Amidst the sword rain.

The woman in red standing on the mountaintop gradually wore a bitter expression, her face turning slightly pale.

If the thousands of flying swords were the soldiers, then she was the commander in the midst of the swords, the general.

The two groups of sword rain clashed from a distance, it could be seen as her engaging in a battle from a distance with the Nascent Soul Elder.

Swish!

A flying sword fell like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the red-clad woman’s throat.

At the critical moment, the flaming sword Burning Sea burst out with a clear sound, cutting through the flying sword.

The lady in red and the burning sea sword shook at the same time, almost falling over.

"Don’t force yourself, why not think about your last words?" Earth Sword Immortal remained calm.

"Last words?" The lady in red frowned in anger at first.

But then, there was only a faint sense of exhaustion spreading.

The famous sword that martial artists treasured and fought for, was seen as a mere monster by cultivators.

The mysterious Sword Tomb that had been passed down for hundreds of years in the martial world, was just a spiritual place created by a casual move in the eyes of cultivators…

Earth Sword Immortal softly said, "At this moment, facing your past is discomforting. Whether you live or die, no one will remember your insignificant matters."

The lady in red fell silent.

She looked up at the sky where two sets of sword rain intertwined. With a deep gaze, she finally spoke up:

"Long ago, there was a young swordsmith with extraordinary skills. He came from a family that lived by the mountains and made a living by forging weapons and smelting copper."

"One day, a sudden thunderstorm struck, causing the mountain to collapse. Almost the entire family was buried in it, and the parents and relatives perished."

"In modern terms, it would be called an Inhuman Disaster."

Cultivators who had been practicing for three to four hundred years rarely interfered in worldly affairs.

However, conflicts between cultivators that affected ordinary villages and towns have been happening since ancient times.

It’s like the rain falling from the sky, sometimes it comes, sometimes it doesn’t, unpredictable.

"The young swordsmith was determined to create an extraordinary sword, a sword that had never existed in the mortal world."

Earth Sword Immortal listened quietly without interrupting, he wasn’t being talkative at the moment.

But forging the sword of the Immortal was not easy. As time passed, the swordsmith Iron-hearted Layman’s skills in sword-making improved gradually, crafting numerous famous swords.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t create the sword of his dreams, and he felt powerless. He also started to lose his mind.

"Later, he learned an ancient method of sword-making from a wandering Taoist."

"Human sacrifice," the woman in red said lightly.

"The Taoist said, to create a sword as sharp as mud, you need good quality materials and a skilled swordsmith,"

"But to forge an extraordinary sword, one must follow the ancient method and use human sacrifices in the furnace."

"So his lover sacrificed herself, giving birth to a sword with a spirit, the Burning Sea Sword."

"The term Burning Sea refers to the idea of burning the heavens and boiling the sea. Heaven represents enemies that cannot be tolerated, and the sea symbolizes deep and bloody revenge."

"The Burning Sea Sword is a sword with a spirit, much stronger than regular iron, but still not a true Immortal Executioner’s Sword."

In order to complete the Immortal Executioner’s Sword, he later established the Sword Casting Village.

In this tiny village, many magical swords were later born.

But that wasn’t enough.

Whether it was the burning sea or something else, it was not sufficient.

So, he gave away many precious swords that he had forged throughout his life to the contemporary martial arts swordmasters.

He said, "A sword is just iron, but named according to the person."

"To create a sword that can destroy immortals, that was the price he was willing to pay."

The woman in red softly said:

"And I am the price he paid."

"The saying ‘a sword is just iron, but named according to the person’ is not wrong." Earth Sword Immortal looked at the woman in red and asked cautiously:

"If the sword that speaks cannot endure the hardships of the world, it will never become the Sword Demon."

But the woman in red shook her head.

"No, not enough, still not enough."

She raised her hand towards the sky, as if trying to grab it.

Sword shadows intertwined, a rain of swords fell from the sky. Sharp whistling sounds echoed continuously.

"Human strength, eventually has its limits."

"All her life she sought after the Immortal Slaying Sword, but in the end, it remained beyond her grasp."

The red-clad female sword demon looked up towards the sky. With a sharp sword cry, the Burning Sea sword surged from the mountain top, pointing straight at the heavens.

The countless swords that once filled the sky had now been struck down, leaving only shattered blades everywhere.

Nowadays, this vast Sword Tomb only has a sword rising into the sky.

Elder Xuanji said it was just a game, but how could the person who died because of this forget the appearance of the mysterious itinerant Daoist?

Earth Sword Immortal silently watched, he stopped making sarcastic remarks, feeling a rare sense of deep loss.

"Cultivate immortality? How could cultivating immortality be easy?"

"Back then, even when I used all my strength to transform my body into a sword, fighting side by side with my elder brother, we still couldn’t kill that Qingzhuo."

"And now there are two Nascent Soul cultivators…" Earth Sword Immortal’s words were interrupted as the stone sword body suddenly shook slightly.

"Lu Yanbei, why are you staring blankly right now? Your younger brother is in danger, shouldn’t you rush up there anxiously?" In a corner of the villa ruins, Qiao Mu asked absentminded Lu Yanbei beside him.

"I just feel a bit strange." Lu Yanbei said doubtfully:

"When did I ever team up with my junior brother to fight against that Qingzhuo —-"

Lu Yanbei was speaking, then he suddenly realized something and his face turned serious.

"It’s really him. This old guy can’t stop talking."

Although the situation was urgent, both Qiao Mu and Lu Yanbei seemed calm, just like how Qingzhuo and Immortal Xuanji chatted casually before facing the martial artists.