The fourth day of the fifth lunar month, the day Piaomiao Sword Palace recruits sword disciples.

This Sword Palace, personally established by the Emperor, is now the hottest topic in Northern Zhou. Countless people passionate about the Sword Dao from Northern Zhou flock here.

Before dawn, at least a thousand martial artists have gathered before Piaomiao Sword Palace, admiring the majestic and solemn palace, gazing in awe at the towering Sealing Sword Tower.

At the top floor of the Sealing Sword Tower, sword shadows or sword waves fly across, Qing Yu and Mo Guming are not using their True Qi, instead purely comparing swordsmanship skills, as the Nirvana Sword and Rebellion Sword clash, sounding like the crack of gold and stone.

Even without using Sword Qi, the strength of the sword moves executed by the physical prowess of the two has the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, the strength of the Divinity Realm is not only in True Qi but also in their formidable physique.

Moreover, Qing Yu's physical strength is among the top among the strongest, if not deliberately restraining his power, it's likely the newly built top floor of the Sealing Sword Tower would be overturned by the sword wind.

"Clang—"

Suddenly, Qing Yu's sword points on the Rebellion Sword, the sword edge turns abruptly, the Nirvana Sword maneuvers like a dragon and snake, brushing past the Rebellion Sword and directly aiming at Mo Guming's throat.

"You are defeated." Qing Yu said with a smile.

"It is I who has lost," Mo Guming sighed softly, "Seven days ago I still had a chance against you in swordsmanship, but now, I am no longer your match."

"Defeated in realm, naturally." Qing Yu sheathed his sword and said.

The strongest are still within the Divinity Realm, but reaching the peak realm sets them apart from ordinary Divinity Realm.

The ultimate Primordial Spirit, whether in thought or reaction, has reached peak values. Moreover, Qing Yu possesses all Three Souls, continuously operating the Blood Tears Eye and Heavenly Son's Qi Observation Skill, absorbing the essence of Mo Guming's swordsmanship and rapidly growing.

However, Mo Guming did not hear the implication in Qing Yu's words, thinking he was purely referring to the Sword Dao realm.

After all, he was able to injure the Sword God, even with only one hand out at that time, but for the Sword God, one hand was capable of exerting sixty percent of his power.

Without a doubt, the move Twelfth Sword at that time had already reached the spectrum of the strongest.

"Since you lost, you shall go on behalf of this Palace Master and recruit sword disciples, and also handle those challengers. Remember to do it within the Sealing Sword Tower."

Qing Yu returned his sword to the scabbard and said.

"Are you not afraid of me planting spies in the Sword Palace?" Mo Guming asked, unable to hold back.

Being so open-hearted, though I agreed to be your subordinate for a year, there is no need to give so much authority. If I don't do something sneaky, it won't honor the identity of the Demonic People.

"As you wish," Qing Yu only glanced at Mo Guming indifferently, "Currently, the sword palace only promotes the Demon Sword, if you want to let people of the Demon Sword Dao practice the Demon Sword, I welcome it at any time. Regardless of the purpose, Piaomiao Sword Palace accepts all without exception."

No matter which side, if they cannot master the Demon Sword, they can only leave. If they master the Demon Sword, they will eventually become one of us. This palace was established to filter the Demon Sword cultivators, the more people want to join, the better.

"If you have the intention, this Palace Master can give you a copy of the Demon Sword secret manual, let you use it freely."

Qing Yu walked to the window and looked at the crowd gathering below in the Sword Palace.

A unified group of purple-clothed swordsmen, holding black swords forged by the Lian Family. These people are about to embark towards Kuocang Pass as the first batch of reinforcements attacking the grassland.

"Is there really no substitute for the Demon Blood needed for cultivating the Demon Sword?" Mo Guming asked.

Honestly, while the swordsmanship of the Demon Sword is eerie and strong enough, for a Sword Dao Master like Mo Guming, creating it is not a problem at all. The true core lies with the Demon Blood.

If the Demon Blood is not exchanged, the Demon Sword is merely a relatively strong sword technique, but if the Demon Blood is absorbed······

Xiao Qiye who is close to breaking through is the best proof.

Mo Guming would be lying if he said he did not want such a powerful Sword technique, but it is impossible for Mo Guming to promote the Demon Sword within the Demon Sword Dao.

Qing Yu has this confidence, certainly in the Demon Sword technique there are hidden traps, Mo Guming does not know what consequences will follow with the replacement of Demon Blood, but instinct tells him it is not a good thing.

"Replacing Demon Blood is not impossible, but the replacements are all toxic substances, not only does the cultivation threshold increase, requiring more resources, but also control by killing intentions, except for Divinity Realm experts, below True Pill, those who can withstand the backlash are few."

What Qing Yu referred to is naturally the earliest version of artificially refined Demon Blood in the Demon Sword. Such Demon Blood has great influence on the mind, even Nie Feng with the Ice Heart Technique cannot overcome it, unless one can become Divinity Realm to completely practice without side effects.

But once Divinity Realm is reached, do you still need this sword technique?

By this time, the swordsmen gathered below are set and beginning to move out of the Sword Palace.

"Oooo—"

The gates of the Sword Palace slowly opened, the martial artists waiting miserably looked at the sky, all curious as to why the palace opened before dawn.

But this is only a minor issue, what matters now is to enter the Sword Palace first, lest falling behind.

Just as the bustling crowd attempts to push forward, they face retreat under pairs of icy eyes.

Cold, murderous, this is all the impression martial artists outside hold towards these expressionless purple-clothed swordsmen. They seem like veteran soldiers from the battlefield, filled with battle intent and killing intent, their gaze always seems to be searching for a spot to strike, deeply alarming.

In a silence, the gathered crowd retreats slightly, opening a wide passage for these purple-clothed swordsmen to pass through.

'In just a few months, such a batch of martial artists from Innate to Divine Origin is created, Demon Sword······' Witnessing this scene, Mo Guming deeply contemplated.

From Qing Yu's words, this batch of swordsmen will have significant enhancements after entering the battlefield, who knows what ultimate realm they can reach.

Honestly, at this moment, Mo Guming was truly tempted.

'Consider it further······'

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Also at this dawn-breaking moment, Hua Yufei stops his meditation, stretching out a hand like a ghost claw to retrieve a purple medicine bottle from his chest.

Pulling out the stopper, a rich scent of blood emanates from the bottle. Hua Yufei takes a deep breath, absorbing the scent of blood into his body, his complexion turning a strange crimson.

Nurtured by this scent of blood, Hua Yufei's entire body gains a bit of redness, and his withered body receives a trace of vitality, no longer resembling a corpse as before.

But this vitality seemed like an illusion, as the gray Sword Qi within his body circulates, draining all vitality and expanding the Slaughter Sword Qi, returning Hua Yufei's body to its former state.

Feeling the strengthened Sword Qi within and the diminished vitality, Hua Yufei clenched his fists, crushing the medicine bottle.

"Damn it!"

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