The moment the words were spoken, cries of alarm were heard from a distance in one of the opposing camps. Then, the men of the northern chili began to hurl their single-edged swords wildly in the direction where Li Chungang was located.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! !!
Thousand upon thousands of long knives soar into the sky, covering the sky above and spreading across the dreary sky.
In an instant, fierce qi permeated the sky and earth, causing clouds to swirl and roar ceaselessly. Even the thunder whirlpools seemed affected, nearly breaking apart.
Wu Xian looked up, his eyes reflecting the endless sea of blade light, as if it could tear the sky apart and cleave through the heavens. On his face, there was no trace of fear or joy, but rather a smile that he couldn't help but suppress.
"Jianlai? Are you really getting old, calling for a sword but borrowing a knife instead?"
"Blades, spears, axes, hammers, flowers, grasses, bamboo, stones; as long as they can be used by me, they are swords!"
Upon saying this, Li Chunyang's gaze sharpened, his fingers knitted together like a sword, pointing forward slowly yet swiftly.
Zoom-zoom-zoom———————————————————!
In the ears-piercing hum, all those thousand and thousands of long knives were guided by his sword, transforming into a hundred-li blade dragon that spiraled in the sky, blocking the sky canopy, ripping through space. As the roar of boiling airflow surged, it plummeted down wildly like a metal waterfall onto Wu Xian.
However, upon seeing this scene, Wu Xian did not dodge or evade. The 365 meridians within his body emitted a bright glow, releasing visible golden Qi and blood, and forming a thick barrier three chi away from his body.
In the next second, tens of thousands of knives filled with sharp sword Qi crashed onto the golden aura, exploding with countless air bursts in a "po-po-po" sound.
At the same time, with Wu Xian at its center, the hundred-li ground, already in ruins, was again torn apart by the repeatedly caressed sword Qi.
Not long after, there was no longer a single spot to stand on around him. Only the central area where the figure in black stood remained intact, as if isolated in another dimension, unaffected by anything.
"Could anything in the world be a sword?"
Wu Xian's lips curved slightly, and his qi around his body suddenly surged. "Boom!" All the knives flying in the sky turned into powder, accompanied by strong wind scattering in all directions.
"Master, you are right. The sword techniques should not be something so cumbersome... I must honestly say, I am from the Wu Family's Sword Tomb, and I have a slight understanding of sword techniques. However, I rarely use a sword because I haven't encountered an opponent worthy of my skills."
"But today, since I have encountered the Old Sword God, if I don't show my sword skills at least once, it would be too impolite."
While speaking, Wu Xian raised his fist, and his entire demeanor changed abruptly, as if an extraordinary sword was unsheathed. A mist of sword intention rose around him, sweeping away the sky. The already precarious thunderclouds also dispersed into smoke and dust as a result.
"Heaven and earth collapse, I Wu Xian only have one sword – capable of moving mountains, cutting rivers, overturning the sea, taming demons, subduing spirits, commanding gods, picking stars, destroying cities, and opening up the heavens..."
"Please teach me with your sword god skill! !"
Upon hearing Wu Xian's last words, Li Chunyang felt as though his hair stood on end all over his body. A thunderous roar echoed within him, and the sea-like and abyss-like sword essence within him surged up into the sky. He forcedly broke through the barrier of the Great Celestial Patterns, returning to the realm of Sword Immortals on land.
At the same time, the remaining tens of thousands of northern chili blades, after breaking through the sky, gathered around Li Chunyang. They finally converged and merged behind him, forming an ancient and massive great sword that hung in the sky.
Heaven and earth shook, and the solid space issued a pitiful scream as if it could no longer bear the overwhelming sword intent that was being unleashed.
At this very moment, the sky broke open, and brilliant golden light slowly descended, seemingly materializing into a faint white portal.
Sword opens the Heavens Gate!
Li Chunyang stared down at Wu Xian, and slowly pronounced a single word:
"Cut!"
Feeling the Qi that had tightly locked onto him, Wu Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, transforming into a brilliant and dazzling golden rainbow as he faced it head-on.
"Cut! –！！"
The fist imprint pressed down, the giant sword struck, the two colors of golden and white light met in mid-air, and instantly disappeared without a sound.
Only the visible ripples spread out like waves, extending until they reached the end of sight.
Finally, with a crisp snap, the space around hundreds of miles broke apart like a mirror, forming countless black void cracks that emitted a series of thunderous and windy currents, surging in all directions.
At that very moment, the illusory heavenly gate, which had just been formed, gently trembled before it was about to collapse. Just as it was about to shatter, a barely noticeable beam of light shot out and fell into the void storm…
It felt like an eternity had passed. The void cracks gradually merged, and all the anomalies gradually dissipated, leaving only two figures standing in the sky, facing each other from a distance.
Wu Xian gazed at the old man opposite him for a long time, then lowered his head to look at his right hand. A clear bloodstain appeared on his wrist.
Shallow, but it was truly a wound to him.
"In this world, people from the three teachings of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism can use the earth and sky Qi to enhance their combat effectiveness. However, those who follow the traditional martial path and are martial artists need to consume a large amount of Qi to maintain their own combat strength."
"And just now, you exerted yourself to the limit to use the sword to open the heavens gate, burning away your life essence and even your soul. This is how you won that single strike above the realm of Earthly Immortals."
"Why would you strive so desperately, just to help a mere Xu Xiao, or is it that you want to leave your own mark on life in the final moment?"
He paused for a moment, sighed, and raised his hand:
"Heaven does not produce me, Li Chunyang, whose swordsmanship has spanned the ages like a long night… Old Sword God, you have done your best."
A strand of Qi shot out from his finger and landed on Li Chunyang's body. With his body turning to dust and vanishing in the wind, the former swordsmanship legend finally became a thing of the past.
However, no one noticed that when Wu Xian retracted his hand, a faint glow flashed from the place where Li Chunyang had disappeared, and in an instant, it vanished into his palm and disappeared.
"It seems that Wang Xianzhi won't be able to come."
Wu Xian descended from the sky, ignoring the looks of hatred or fear from Xu Xiao and others, turned his gaze to a certain direction, and let out a thought-provoking soft laugh. Then, he used his overwhelming Qi to amplify his voice and send it far into the distance.
"Everyone come out. This is your only chance. If you can't kill me today, it will be even harder in the future, and I will be chasing you one by one."
"Even if you manage to escape, but the prosperity of Liyang will come to an end, do you not care at all?"
Zoom-zoom-zoom—!!!
As soon as the words fell, three figures appeared.
Immediately after the words fell, three figures appeared. One of them was a young eunuch who was quite familiar, the one connected to the Qi of the Liyang Dynasty.
Another person was dressed in a way that was quite similar to the Daoist priests of the Longhu Mountain, but his Qi was exceptionally profound and long-lasting, only slightly weaker than the young eunuch.
The last person was tall and dignified, with an aura that was indescribable. His blood and qi were incredibly powerful, and if only the physique was considered, he exceeded everyone present, even surpassing the young eunuch.
"Zhao Huangchao, I didn't expect such an old dog as you to dare come out. Are you afraid that your Zhao family's imperial line will be threatened, so you want to throw all your chips on the table and join forces with Xu Xiao to eliminate this great enemy of yours?"
"Gao Shulu, weren't you the last prince of the Great Feng Dynasty four hundred years ago? You set the current martial arts hierarchy of four levels... Unfortunately, it seems you are not a complete human being. You only have a body, and your threat to me is still less than the Sword Opening Heaven Gate just now."
As Wu Xian spoke about the origins of the two strangers, his tone was leisurely and indifferent, but there was no mistaking the contempt and sarcasm in his words.
Finally, he turned back to Xu Xiao and the others, "Alright, everyone is here now. You can accompany the Old Sword God on his journey."
