57: Chapter 57: My Natal Flying Sword—Boundless!

For a Sword Cultivator, every Flying Sword is undoubtedly like their own left and right arm!

Why would Sword Cultivators become the head of the Four Great Troublesome Ghosts on the mountain?

Besides the fact that a Sword Cultivator's Flying Sword is swift and possesses astonishing killing power, there is another very important reason!

That is, every Natal Flying Sword of a Sword Cultivator has at least one, or even two, innate Divine Abilities, making it impossible for opponents to guard against!

But at this moment, Song Yi's first Natal Flying Sword had already been tied down by that Yellow-haired youth.

It was as if he had lost an arm!

Therefore, Song Yi only had his second Flying Sword left.

However, Yang Simu was also a Sword Cultivator and knew the Divine Ability of Song Yi's Natal Flying Sword, so he naturally wouldn't let the other party succeed easily!

Although Song Yi's sword Dao was impressive, Yang Simu would always capture his aura and block him three feet away!

Suddenly, Song Yi's pupils constricted slightly as his gaze fell upon the purple-black longsword in the youth in green's hand.

"If it were an ordinary immortal Magic Treasure, after blocking my Flying Sword attacks so many times, even if it didn't break on the spot, it would definitely be damaged."

"But the longsword in this youth's hand hasn't even left a single mark, and it's still surrounded by Sword Qi!"

"This sword is definitely extraordinary; even if it can't compare to a Semi-Immortal Weapon, its quality is likely not far off!"

At this thought, Song Yi's eyes suddenly burned with fervor.

Song Yi was right; the reason Yang Simu could withstand so many Flying Sword attacks was indeed largely due to the Leixiao Sword in his hand!

Yang Simu suddenly let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

In the next moment, a set of blackish-green houzi armor was already donned upon his body!

Seeing this houzi armor, Song Yi's eyes lit up once more.

This houzi armor was also extraordinary!

The surrounding immortal Cultivators also gradually began to sense something was off, and a commotion immediately broke out.

"This youth in green is truly not simple. Not only is he a Sword Cultivator, but he can actually contend with Song Yi's Flying Sword for so long with only a Bone-Temper Realm cultivation?"

"Is this youth in green really from a background of mountain and lake rogue cultivatorss? Without a good sect Legacy, he could never have practiced such sword techniques!"

"Didn't everyone say Song Yi's sword strikes are extremely fierce? How has he not taken this person down yet?"

"Look at the purple-black longsword in that youth's hand and the houzi armor on his body; they seem unusual!"

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Fearing that even more people would notice the excellence of the two items on Yang Simu, Song Yi immediately let out a loud shout and flew toward Yang Simu with his sword!

As two streaks of Sword Qi swept over simultaneously, Yang Simu did not panic; instead, a trace of a smile appeared on his face.

In the next moment, a tiny Flying Sword flew out from the emerald-green Sword Gourd at his waist!

Thin as a cicada's wing and smooth as crystal!

Yang Simu's first Natal Flying Sword was named "Wuju"!

As the saying goes, without rules and standards, nothing can be accomplished!

For Cultivators in the mortal world, climbing higher in cultivation and desiring to prove the Dao for longevity is inherently a Heaven-Defying act, something the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth cannot tolerate!

If the world is a cage, I shall shatter this heaven and earth to rebuild the rules!

Once my Flying Sword is unsheathed, I shall make this place Wuju!

As soon as Yang Simu's Natal Flying Sword appeared, Song Yi's heart trembled slightly, and he immediately felt a sense of unease.

But he didn't believe that the Flying Sword of a Bone-Temper Realm Sword Cultivator could threaten him!

Yang Simu grinned.

In the next moment, Song Yi's Flying Sword, which was hurtling toward Yang Simu, slowed down abruptly and almost came to a halt right in front of him!

Song Yi's expression changed drastically, turning deathly pale.

His first Natal Flying Sword focused on the element of surprise, but with his current cultivation, its offensive power was actually not strong.

However, this second Natal Flying Sword had always been Song Yi's lifeblood; not only was the Flying Sword extremely fast, but it also possessed an incredibly powerful innate Divine Ability!

Yet, in that instant, Song Yi discovered to his horror that he had actually lost control over this Natal Flying Sword, and naturally, he couldn't even activate its innate Divine Ability!

Faced with such a great opportunity, how could Yang Simu possibly pass it up?

He quickly reached out and snatched the Flying Sword, holding it in his hand!

Song Yi was shocked once again. How could his Natal Flying Sword, belonging to a dignified Guan Hai Realm expert, be caught by a fourth-tier Qi Practitioner Sword Cultivator?!

If Yang Simu knew this question, he would only show his white teeth and tell Song Yi: because the sword Dao rules of this small world are established by me!

In the next moment, relying on the toughness of the houzi armor, Yang Simu gripped his right hand forcefully, and the tiny Flying Sword in his hand instantly shattered!

The grains of golden light did not dissipate in the air but instead rapidly merged into Yang Simu's Natal Flying Sword—Wuju!

It could enhance its own quality by continuously absorbing the Natal Flying Swords of other Sword Cultivators; it was quite unreasonable!

When he first birthed this Natal Flying Sword, Yang Simu was also extremely surprised.

What made Yang Simu even more speechless was that he had kindly placed the Dragon-Slaying Platform in front of this Natal Flying Sword.

However, Wuju actually conveyed a sense of resentment to him, its master.

It seemed... this Natal Flying Sword was looking down on the Dragon-Slaying Platform, thinking it didn't match its own prestige!

At that time, Yang Simu was so angry he almost started cursing.

I went through so much trouble to get this Dragon-Slaying Platform, and you actually have the nerve to look down on it?!

Other Sword Cultivators would be overjoyed if their Natal Flying Swords could have a palm-sized piece of Dragon-Slaying Platform!

But in the end, under Yang Simu's coercion, Wuju still reluctantly and unwillingly began to "eat" the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

After devouring Song Yi's Natal Flying Sword, Wuju immediately conveyed a sense of joy to Yang Simu, flying around him.

[Congratulations to the host for snatching the Natal Flying Sword of a Dragon Gate Realm Sword Cultivator!]

[The System has opened an ordinary acupoint within the host's body.]

Hearing the voice of the snatching opportunity system in his mind, Yang Simu was instantly overjoyed.

One could say this was a completely unexpected pleasant surprise for this trip!

Thinking of this, Yang Simu felt that he shouldn't attack Zhengyang Mountain's Ancestral Hall too quickly. It would be best if he could devour dozens or even hundreds of Natal Flying Swords; that would be even better!

Of course, Yang Simu knew he could only think about it; how could such a good thing exist in the world?

Besides, could Zhengyang Mountain really have that many Natal Flying Swords?

However, while Yang Simu was thinking about these things, Song Yi, the Zhengyang Mountain Sword Cultivator whose Natal Flying Sword had been shattered, was already spitting blood, his face devoid of color.

As for his other Flying Sword, he had hurriedly recalled it, fearing he would be outmaneuvered once again.

Several Zhengyang Mountain Cultivators on the ground ran to Song Yi's side in terror, with two of them supporting him from both sides.

The surrounding onlookers were dead silent at first, followed by a massive uproar!

A Bone-Temper Realm Sword Cultivator had actually crushed the Natal Flying Sword of a Zhengyang Mountain Dragon Gate Realm Sword Cultivator; this was something that no one had ever even imagined!

Their gazes toward Yang Simu were as if they had seen a ghost from Fengdu appearing in broad daylight!

However, just then, an angry shout resounded from the sky:

"You reckless fool, how dare you injure a Disciple of my Zhengyang Mountain?!"