A dazzling golden light flickered continuously.
Zhang Long felt that in front of him was a sea of golden brightness after Chen Mo's reminder. The golden light blinded him, and he couldn't open his eyes. He didn't know how long it had been, but finally, the dazzling golden light faded away, and instead, a pure white appeared.
Heavens and Earth, all white, as if one is immersed in a world of pure white.
An ancient and long sword hangs in the center, a hundred li away from Zhang Long, trembling faintly as if drawing him in.
"Is this...the ancient remains?"
Zhang Long raised an eyebrow and carefully looked at the latter, only then realizing that the long sword appearing before him was precisely the ancient remains in Xu Zhen's hand.
However, according to Chen Mo's words, only one person can pass through the door at a time. Since he has entered, how did Xu Zhen come in? Or is it that only that sword has entered?
However, before Zhang Long could understand, he saw the ancient sword shake violently for a moment, emit a sharp sword call, and the surrounding space tears apart. A white figure slowly walks out from the crack.
The old man in white clothes, whose hair and beard were all white, narrowed his eyes slightly. He gently caressed his wrinkled and old goat beard with a tired hand and looked at Zhang Long with a gentle face, watching him quietly for a while.
"I didn't expect it to not be someone from the Holy Sword Sect."
The old man in white clothes spoke in a light tone. His slightly narrowed eyes opened slightly, revealing a sharp glint.
There was a hint of martial intent in his eyes, just for a moment. Zhang Long's body shook violently, as if carrying the weight of a million mountains. He couldn't stop trembling, and his legs curved slightly, as if he was about to bow down.
Zhang Long gritted his teeth, struggling against the physical burden, and reached out his right hand to draw out the broken sword with its half hilt.
A resounding 'hum' echoed, and the heavy burden pressing on him instantly disappeared, and his body straightened up at this moment.
"There are heroes all over the world, and it's not just your Holy Sword Sect that has exceptional talents."
Zhang Long stood tall and met the old man's gaze, responding with confidence.
"Interesting."
The white-clad old man waved his sleeves, casually examining Zhang Long in front of him, and smiled. "It's been over a thousand years. In all these years, I've never seen a sword master with a broken sword. Ha, you young man, you are really interesting. With a broken sword, you dared to enter here. Are you not afraid of your life?"
Zhang Long tightened his grip on the broken sword in his hand, "If one's swordsmanship has reached its peak, even a random branch picked up can be invincible in the world. The elder has not seen it, but that does not mean it does not exist. I, can also become the first."
"Ah, just a young fellow who relies on words."
The old man in white clothes lightly shook his head, stretched out his right hand, and casually cast a gesture. The ancient remains hanging at the center soon fell into his hand, "If you can withstand three of my strikes, I will acknowledge your words."
Zhang Long has always liked to battle with masters of swordsmanship. Only by continuously facing strong opponents can he continuously improve himself. For three hundred years, he has done so, which is why he has achieved what he has today.
Facing this sword god from a thousand years ago, his face couldn't help but reveal a trace of excitement. He held his broken sword horizontally, slightly curved his lips to reveal a smile, and said, "Begin."
With that said, the old man in white clothes didn't waste any more words, casually slashing out a sword.
The pure white space suddenly stilled, as if frozen from all directions. In no time, a blade of sword energy appeared from thin air, spanning the heavens, resembling descending heavenly fire.
Zhang Long raised his eyes to the sword energy that fell, and a spiritual pressure suddenly struck him. His feet were like tied to thousands of tons of heavy stones and could not move an inch.
This sword was more powerful than any sword Zhang Long had ever seen in his life. To say it could split the heavens and the earth would not be an exaggeration.
This was just a casual sword stroke, yet it had such power. Zhang Long couldn't help but secretly praise, truly worthy of being the sword god from a thousand years ago and the talent who conquered an era a thousand years ago.
His blood was boiling, his eyes wide open, facing such a powerful and oppressive sword stroke, Zhang Long was not afraid but laughed aloud. He shouted, "Come well!"
With a word dropped instantly, Zhang Long also raised the half-broken sword and swung out with a blade.
The moment the two swords collided, the sword energy dispersed in mid-air, and Zhang Long's legs bent slightly, his teeth gritted, his eyes filled with blood, and he took deep breaths, with sweat dripping from his forehead.
This stroke took a huge toll on him, and his breathing began to become irregular.
"Strong."
Zhang Long pulled up the corner of his mouth, revealing an excited smile.
The old man in white clothes looked at Zhang Long, revealing a smile as well, "Although it's just a casual stroke of mine, you are only of the second level. You were able to withstand it, relying on this unremarkable broken sword. It has to be said that you have some strength."
With that said, the old man in white clothes swung out the second sword.
Zhang Long also swung out the second sword.
The first sword was just a casual swing of the old man in white clothes, while Zhang Long had to exert his full strength, using up half of his spiritual power, just to barely withstand it.
The second sword was even more powerful, and the old man knew Zhang Long's strength. This time, he did not hold back.
Facing such a sword, Zhang Long did not show the slightest complacency, and swung out all his might with a sword.
The sword fell and the sword energy dispersed.
"Puff."
Zhang Long knelt on one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood, with even more blood in his eyes and a pale, sickly complexion on his face.
"You've run out of strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the third sword..."
"Coming again."
The old man in white clothes sneered coldly and was about to say something, but Zhang Long interrupted him. His mouth twitched displeased, he swung out the third sword.
Zhang Long stood up straight, pointing the broken sword towards the sky. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy of the heavens and earth seemed to gather on him in that moment. A sword energy pierced through the ground.
"This boy is amazing, he can even manipulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It's terrifying, truly terrifying. If he advances to the first realm, I might not be his match."
With that said, the white-clad old man did not hesitate at all as he swung out the third sword.
Zhang Long was blown away several li, with blood staining the sky. His breathing gradually weakened, but he still forced himself to take a breath and crawl up from the ground. With his right hand tightly holding half of the broken sword, "I have withstood three strikes."
Zhang Long looked up at the white-clad old man with a cold expression, then calmly spoke out.
"Good."
The old man in white clothes looked at Zhang Long with a bit more appreciation in his eyes. He held the sword with his right hand and gently caressed his long white beard with his left hand, "Young man, what is the name of your half-broken sword?"
"The Third Young Master's Sword."
Zhang Long struggled to stand up, answering without thinking.
"The Third Gate's Young Master's sword? Ha, interesting."
The old man in white clothes lightly shook his head, "Why do you wield the sword?"
"For the Third Young Master's sword."
The same without thinking.
The old man in white clothes was first taken aback, then burst into laughter, "For the Third Young Master? Ha, it seems that your sword is a guardian sword. Too bad, though, it's not as powerful in defense as in attack."
The old man in white clothes landed and stood only ten zhang away from Zhang Long, shaking his head and sighing, "But it's a pity that you're not from the Holy Sword Sect and cannot benefit the Holy Sword Sect... The secrets of the Holy Sword Sect cannot be given to you."
Zhang Long had expected it, "It's enough to have a match with the elder...
"And..."
Before Zhang Long could finish, the white-clad old man interrupted him. His eyes were cold, and he horizontally held his ancient sword, full of killing intent, "You may become an enemy of my Holy Sword Sect in the future. Rather than let you harm the Holy Sword Sect in the future, I will eliminate you here..."
