All Chapters of Supreme Emperor of Swords: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

"Why then, was Ding Hao, a big living person, sucked into the ice wall?" "Meow..." Evil Moon stretched out his claws, and extended them through the two silver waterfall-like lights. he touched the place where Ding Hao placed himself with his rusted sword. There was a small invisible bulge like a button, but a faint warmth passed to him. The next moment, a huge suction passed from the button. "Meow?" Evil Moon widened his eyes and frantically wagged his tail. The devil cat's other three claws grabbed the ice wall tightly. He wanted to free himself, but such resistance did not work effectively at all. With a swoosh, his fat body was sucked into the ice wall! "What is this place?" Ding Hao quietly stood at a side of the tumbling river, staring at the whistling current. The red water and the silver water were tumbling in the same river, about twenty meters wide and each was occupying an are

"Yes, that is the magical uniqueness of the Invincible Fighting Method. For centuries, it had disappeared since the era of the Holy Emperor. Many supremes even thought that the Invincible Fighting Method had been lost with the Holy Emperor. As time went by, that method became a legend and there are many stories about it, such as the jade wall with the Heaven Book, the Yin and Yang River, and the Underground Crystal Dragon Palace..." the ancestor said with a lowering voice, "Many people regard those legends as jokes of storytellers... To everyone's surprise, all of those do exist!" "If you master the Invincible Fighting Method, you will be invincible in the world. You can do everything you want and will be the supreme one in the universe!" "Although that is only a legend, there are no waves without winds. The legends also have sources, such as the Yin and Yang River, the jade wall with the Heaven Book, the Underground Crystal Dragon Palace, etc. All of the

That adventure made Ding Hao confident. With the help of the Mind Essential, Ding Hao hardly slept in the rest of his stay. In addition to eating, all he did was to cultivate. Practicing martial arts, inscriptions, Pill skills, craftsmanship, sword intent, and saber intent. He cultivated day and night. He had been in a state of madness. ... There were no sun and moon in the underground, and time flew by quickly. In the blink of an eye, another month had passed. On the shore of the Yin and Yang river, Ding Hao was holding the sword and the saber, making movements. His long black hair had reached to his waist, and his clothes were ragged and messy. His beard was stubbly. For a long time of cultivation, Ding Hao had almost no time to take care of his appearance. In fact, there was no need to do that because there was no other one in the Underground Crystal Dragon Palace. It didn't matter even if he were

Suddenly, one of the male deer shook his ears, his eyes showed puzzlement, and immediately burst into a short scream. The deer herd got into a panic and like a running flood, they ran away. The next moment— "We finally came out... Whew!" A string of heavy and joyful shouts came from under the ice cliff. A figure rose up from the bottom of the ice cliff, just like an arrow from the string, landing beside the broken ice cliff. It was Ding Hao who had been trapped in the ice cracks for more than five months. "Meow. I finally see the sky again!" Evil Moon, the fat cat, shouted like being in heat. He jumped from Ding Hao's shoulder and rolled on the grass, giving himself to sensual pleasure. Ding Hao also issued long shout. "Yes, I finally see the sky again." After five or six months, they had finally seen the red sun in the sky and the endless mountains and snowf

"Hey, you! Have you finished eating? If yes, go away. We, your uncles, must use this table," Another one out of the youngmen in green shirts came to the table, knocked on it and said impatiently. The lonely man sighed and seemed to be talking to himself, "Uncle? Hehe. Ridiculous! When did the registered disciplines of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect turn into such a group of uncultivated things?" The voice was soft, but it fell into the ears of the young boys in green shirts. Those young people suddenly changed their faces. "Great courage! Do you dare to say it again..." A young man in green shirt said. He stretched out his palm and patted on the lonely figure's shoulder. That palm contained some secret power. When ordinary people were patted, even if their shoulder blades were not broken, they would have to rest in bed at least for half a month to recover. Just then, hearing that the young man made impertinent rem