At this mont, the only thing existing between heaven and earth seed to be the sword qi flickering like lightning and fire in the forest, with constant screams echoing around. Yan Nanping and Wu Xingbang didn't want to die; they fought back desperately, with streaks of sword qi also tearing through the sky.
The sword rain glimred in the woods, and the sturdy maple trees, lightly grazed by their sword edges, were cut into two halves.
Nothing in the world could stop Lu Xuan's sword qi; one maple tree after another fell, and a sky full of blood rain scattered. The flowing sword light all of a sudden underwent a strange transformation, becoming heavy and clumsy.
Is this the power at the pinnacle of Martial Dao! Yan Nanping and Wu Xingbang looked at the invincible sword intent in Lu Xuan's hand, their hearts already chilled, and wondered how they could provoke such a powerful figure capable of making it to the Dragon List, and he was so young, too frightening!
"Clang!" A stunning sword qi broke the long swords in their hands, Wu Xingbang and Crown Prince Yan Nanping's pupils suddenly narrowed, and they shouted loudly: "Spare my life!"
But would Lu Xuan let them go?
As the last streak of sword qi blood, the heads of Yan Nanping and Wu Xingbang slowly slipped from their bodies, appearing incredibly eerie. The Crown Prince who had dominated Southeast City for years was thus slain, and the leader of Fatigue Sect in Southeast City was also annihilated!
The Crown Prince was a genius master among the younger generation, while Wu Xingbang was a powerful figure from Fatigue Sect, but they ended up fleeing in disgrace at the hands of Lu Xuan, who used the ultimate power of Martial Dao, causing the tragic ends for both.
After slaying the two, Lu Xuan did not sheathe his sword but rather felt a powerful aura approaching, getting closer and closer.
A shadow dropped from the sky onto the ground. He was wearing a green Daoist robe, holding a long sword in his hand. He appeared to be around 60 years old, with graying temples, a Daoist scarf atop his head, and long hair coiled inside it. His eyes were already clouded, but still emitted flashes of sharp light.
He was none other than Sikong Yan, the Sect Leader of Kongtong Sect. As Sikong Yan saw the blood strewn all over the ground, and 20 corpses, half of whom were disciples of the Kongtong Sect, he also found his most outstanding and beloved disciple, Yan Nanping, among them.
Sikong Yan, despite his old age, had gained a prodigious disciple. Yan Nanping, with extraordinary aptitude, cultivated Dantian True Qi at the age of 20 and was held in high expectations, considered by all in the Kongtong Sect to be the future Sect Leader! Seeing the severed head of his beloved disciple, Sikong Yan found his pupils lifeless!
"Boy, you dare kill my Kongtong Sect disciples and also my beloved disciple, I'll tear you to pieces," Sikong Yan, shaking with rage, shouted with bloodshot eyes.
Lu Xuan sneered, "Those who bring misfortune upon themselves cannot expect to live, and you, as the Sect Leader of a branch of the Ancient Martial Righteous Dao, tolerated your disciples' rampant misconduct, are also soone who deserves to die!"
Sikong Yan shouted loudly, "My Kongtong has stood for hundreds of years, how could I let a re wet-behind-the-ears kid spout nonsense, prepare to die!"
It seed that the Sect Leader of the Kongtong Sect was aware of his disciple's actions in Southeast City, in cahoots with them; he must not be left alive!
The sword qi attacked fiercely, with an overwhelming sense of desolation and killing intent perating the air.
Sikong Yan drew his sword in reverse, holding it leveled across his chest, his gaze never leaving the long sword in Lu Xuan's hand, the Dragon Abyss Sword. He never expected it to be the Dragon Carved Treasure Sword, which had disappeared for hundreds of years!
However, Sikong Yan's sword was no ordinary weapon either; it was the Divine Weapon—Fish Guts Sword, the blade fully covered with scales and indestructible!
At this mont, Sikong Yan seed like a different person; his previously worn and old face now emitted a dazzling glow!
For the past two years, Sikong Yan had been in seclusion, cultivating like a sword hidden in a scabbard, biding its ti and veiling its brilliance, thus neither revealing its luster nor letting anyone witness it!
Now, the sword had unsheathed!
And streak after streak of sword qi already surged forward. That breathtakingly sensational sword intent gave Sikong Yan a sudden jolt to his heart; a pinnacle master of Martial Dao!
How could it be, he's so young! Sikong Yan's heart quivered; he himself had only comprehended the realm of Martial Dao pinnacle at 50.
This lad definitely cannot be allowed to live! Sikong Yan was filled with imnse killing intent, as the Fish Guts Sword was swung into the wind, a pitch-black aura aid straight for Lu Xuan's throat. Before the sword even arrived, its chilling sword qi had already shattered the west wind!
Lu Xuan's feet moved, retreating seven feet, his back already against a tree trunk.
Sikong Yan's long sword changed moves as it stabbed straight out.
With nowhere left to retreat, Lu Xuan's body suddenly slid up along the tree trunk.
Sikong Yan let out a long howl, soaring up to the sky, and the Fish Guts Sword turned into a rainbow-like streak.
His person and sword had already rged into one.
The nacing sword qi made the red leaves on the branches flutter down.
This was an utterly chilling sight, yet morbidly beautiful! This was indeed a duel between true masters, an earth-shattering battle!
Lu Xuan's arms flexed, sweeping past the sword qi rainbow, drifting down with the falling red leaves, then he unleashed a swordsmanship that descended from the sky, nurous streaks of sword rain raged down fiercely!
Sikong Yan's sword qi roared unceasingly, flipping in midair, as his sword transford into countless light shadows, clashing with Lu Xuan.
Clang, clang, clang! Only the continuous sounds akin to thunderclaps from the weapons clashing were heard, shaking the entire maple forest, filling anyone with fear, as the duel between two pinnacle masters left no room for the eye to rest, with their True Qi surging simultaneously, thump, thump, thump! The piercing sound of air being ripped apart was relentless, terrifying to behold!
This one sword's might was enough to scatter a person's soul!
However, when Lu Xuan dodged the final streak of sword qi in Sikong Yan's swordsmanship, he suddenly sheathed his sword, and the Dragon Abyss Sword vanished. Sikong Yan exclaid in surprise, "Hidden Sword Technique!"
A bright glint struck Sikong Yan's eyes, "Hidden Sword Technique, rise!" Lu Xuan shouted, then the astonishing sword qi directly cut through a nearby maple tree, such overwhelming sword intent!
"Heaven-Soaring Sword, killing within ten steps!" Lu Xuan executed his strongest move, Sikong Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, as he found himself enveloped in sword qi within three feet around him, seemingly unable to evade in any direction.
With a "ding", sparks flew.
Sikong Yan's Fish Guts Sword had incomparably t the sword's edge.
"Boom!" In an instant, all the sword qi vanished without a trace, yet the blood rain of maple leaves hadn't fallen. Sikong Yan stood stupefied in the blood rain, his sword still leveled across his chest, but blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The shock from the might of this sword left Sikong Yan's internal organs injured. He looked at Lu Xuan in disbelief; why was this Sword Technique so astonishing, and moreover, never before seen!
"Who exactly are you?" Sikong Yan asked weakly, mouth full of blood, wanting to die knowing, just who Lu Xuan was, why was he so powerful, and who taught such a disciple, too terrifying!
"You can ask King Yama," Lu Xuan said while looking at the heavily injured Kongtong Sect Leader kneeling on the ground, directly swinging his sword towards his head. As Sikong Yan tightly shut his eyes, Lu Xuan's ears suddenly heard a "buzz", and a string sound resonated with a sonic boom-like force.
And a blade-like True Qi directly swooped in, clang! That True Qi, not being sword qi, directly hit Lu Xuan's descending long sword.
Lu Xuan retreated three steps, showing just how powerful this True Qi was. He was exceedingly surprised; what kind of technique was this!
"Who is it!" Lu Xuan frowned, asking.
At this mont, a white figure descended from the sky, wearing an ancient white gown and a hairpin adorned with her shoulder-length hair. Her eyebrows were like a painting, with red lips and white teeth, her figure graceful and elegant, her expression calm, without anger or joy, without any trace of emotion, like a celestial being, so serene and otherworldly, devoid of worldly attachnt!
She cradled a four-foot-long ancient zither in her arms, and the True Qi just now was emitted by the zither strings. Lu Xuan's heart skipped twice in rapid succession; this was the legendary String Sound Skill!
A mystical martial art that transforms True Qi into sonic waves, exceedingly formidable; Lu Xuan had heard his master talk about it before!
Lu Xuan had never seen such an exquisitely beautiful yet tranquil woman, and possessing such unique Martial Arts Secrets, he was montarily stunned; who on earth was she?
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