Undead King of Fighters

Chapter 209 Xuanyuan Sword recognizes its master

The evil aura of the girl seemed to be greatly suppressed under the light of the Xuan-Yuan Sword and began to retreat continuously.

"No, it's impossible! How could the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit..." The dull voice was full of fear and unwillingness.

As the light grew stronger, the evil aura from the girl receded like the tide, and her body fell limply.

Zhan Wushuang rushed forward and caught the girl.

"Little girl, are you okay?" Zhan Wushuang asked with concern.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, her vision regained clarity, and she looked at Zhan Wushuang in confusion, "Uncle, what's wrong with me?"

Zhan Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's all over."

At this moment, the surrounding space began to collapse. Zhan Wushuang stretched out his left hand to hug the girl, and the girl turned into a shadow.

Zhan Wushuang slowly stood up and smiled, then turned to look in the direction of his home in the city and murmured to himself: "Grandpa, it seems I won't be able to see you again!" Holding the Xuanyuan Sword tightly in his right hand, he returned to reality in a flash of light.

"My lord, are you okay?" Xu Chu asked anxiously.

"It's okay. How long has it been?" Zhan Wushuang looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand. He did not see his grandfather in the illusion, which made him feel a little disappointed.

"What do you mean how long has it been? Dad, you just got the sword!" Long Lin looked at Zhan Wushuang with some confusion.

Zhan Wushuang frowned and muttered to himself: "Oh! It seems like I have spent a long time in that strange space."

"My lord, has the Xuanyuan Sword recognized its master?" Xu Chu's soul said.

Dian Wei's spirit also came over: "Yes, lord, I wonder what magical power this sword has?"

Zhan Wushuang took the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and examined it carefully. After looking at it for a long time, he could not see any difference from before.

"Sword spirit! Sword spirit! Sword spirit!" Zhan Wushuang repeated it silently three times, but the Xuanyuan Sword did not respond at all.

"Dad, you have to swear allegiance to me by blood!" Long Lin walked around the Xuanyuan Sword and examined it carefully.

Zhan Wushuang cut his finger without saying a word and dripped a drop of blood onto the Xuanyuan Sword.

...no changes!

"Dad, where did you see this? Haha, just one drop!" Long Lin playfully shook his spirit body towards Zhan Wushuang: "Too little! Dad, give us more blood!"

Zhan Wushuang glanced at Xu Chu, who nodded in spirit. Dian Wei also nodded.

Isn't it the case in TV dramas where people acknowledge their master by dropping blood... It seems that not only the cultivation method is nonsense, but even the dripping of blood to acknowledge the master is nonsense.

Zhan Wushuang picked up the Xuanyuan Sword and cut a deep cut on the palm of his left hand, and blood immediately gushed out.

He pressed his bloody palm tightly onto the sword, and blood flowed down the sword, as if being greedily sucked by the sword. In an instant, the sword shone brightly, and the bright light illuminated the entire room.

Xuanyuan Sword began to tremble violently, making waves of dragon-like sounds. The sound echoed in the formation of the room, shocking people. If it weren't for Xu Chu's formation shielding, everyone in the entire You family residence would be able to feel this powerful fluctuation. His consciousness gradually blurred, as if he had entered a mysterious realm.

He seemed to see himself holding the Xuanyuan Sword and wielding this divine sword to fight on the battlefield.

When Zhan Wushuang opened his eyes again, the Xuanyuan Sword no longer resisted, but was closely connected with his body and mind. The light gradually converged, and Zhan Wushuang held the sword in his hand, his eyes full of sadness.

"What a great sword!" Dian Wei shouted excitedly.

"It is indeed a good sword! My lord?" Xu Chu's soul saw that his lord was not happy that the magic sword recognized him as its master, but his face was full of sorrow.

"The sword spirit is gone!" Zhan Wushuang said with some grief and anger.

"Gone? Where did Dad's sword spirit go?" Long Lin looked around. He didn't feel any spiritual fluctuations just now.

"If we leave, we will die and be defeated!" Zhan Wushuang looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and gently stroked the sword with his left hand.

It turns out that the reason why the sword spirit wanted to test Zhan Wushuang was because there was also a cave soul sealed in its body, and this soul body was also a ghost cultivator.

After countless years of sealing, the sword spirit had been struggling to hold on. Through the test of Zhan Wushuang, it set up a trap to destroy the ghost cultivator. It also used up its last bit of spiritual power. Just now, when Zhan Wushuang recognized his master, the sword spirit conveyed these final messages to him.

After listening to Zhan Wushuang's story, Xu Chu's soul sighed: "Alas, what a pity for this sword spirit."

Dian Wei's spirit also felt the same sorrow and said, "Such a loyal sword spirit ended up like this."

Only Long Lin looked at the Xuanyuan Sword thoughtfully without saying a word.

Zhan Wushuang tightly grasped the Xuanyuan Sword and said, "Although the sword spirit has dissipated, the Xuanyuan Sword is in my hands. I will never disgrace its reputation, Xuanyuan Sword Spirit, don't worry!"

"Dad, the magic sword without the sword spirit is no different from an ordinary weapon. If you want it to become the same as before, I have a way! But..." Long Lin said hesitantly and looked at Xu Chu and Dian Wei's soul.

"Just what? Just tell me! Why are you looking at me? I'm so anxious!" Dian Wei looked himself up and down, thinking: Why is Ah Hua looking at me like that? Is it related to me?

"Then let me tell you... If you want to restore the sword to its peak state, you need a powerful soul to regain control of the sword." After Long Lin finished speaking, he said to Dian Wei and Xu Chu's souls: "You two are just suitable to be the new sword spirits!"

"What? Let us be sword spirits?" Dian Wei's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Xu Chu's soul also frowned and said, "Once you become a sword spirit, your life and death will be tied to this sword. And there is no hope of regaining your physical body..."

The dragon scales spirit body quickly flew over and said, "Uncles, this is the only solution. Only in this way can the Xuanyuan Sword regain its former power, and Dad can have an extra layer of protection."

Zhan Wushuang looked at Long Lin angrily and said coldly: "Enough, Long Lin! Dian Wei and Xu Chu, they are not my servants, they are the people closest to me in this world. If you say this kind of thing again in the future, don't blame me..."

Long Lin looked at Zhan Wushuang with some grievance and said, "Dad, I'm doing this for your own good! How could you do this to me..."

Dian Wei's spirit and Xu Chu's spirit looked at each other, and Dian Wei's spirit gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, I am willing! As long as I can help you, I have no hesitation."

Seeing this, Xu Chu's spirit also said, "My lord, Xu Chu is willing too!"

Just then, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Young master, the master of the family invites you!" a voice shouted.

Zhan Wushuang frowned slightly and thought, "What does You Chong want from me?"

"My lord, be careful of traps." Xu Chu's soul reminded.

Zhan Wushuang nodded, and instantly thought of the shadow in the secret room and said, "Go and take a look and you will know. Also, neither of you can ever mention being a sword spirit again!"