Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 348: Sword God Xie Xiaofeng
On the top of Mount Huashan, the snow is flying like knives and the wind is howling.
Beneath this frost-sword and snow-capped sword, a figure had been sitting for an extended period, his body covered in frost and snow, practically transformed into a snowman, a sculpture of ice. It was as if this figure had long been dead, motionless, with only the black-sheathed longsword before him as his companion.
This isn't a sharp weapon forged by a famous master, nor is it an ancient divine sword. It's just a piece of ordinary iron.
But such an ordinary iron sword, which is nothing special, is unparalleled in the world and can be called the best.
Because this is the Xie family's magic sword.
As early as two hundred years ago, this sword had already dominated the martial arts world, defeated all swordsmen in the world, and surpassed countless famous sword masters, becoming the leader among swords.
But now, this sword has not been unsheathed for a long time, and there are even some spots of rust on the hilt.
The sword becomes rusty because the heart of its sword is covered with dust.
"Third Young Master, news has come from Jiangnan that Li Muchan has reappeared in the Central Plains."
The person who came was elusive, leaving only this sentence and then disappeared.
for a long time.
The snowman, who had been sitting quietly for a long time, finally moved as if waking up from a dream, and opened a pair of dull and lifeless eyes.
It was like a pool of stagnant water, reflecting the long sword in front of it.
Xie Xiaofeng was feeling emotional and silent at this moment. He had seen the rust on the sword, which made him think of the ecstatic .
For two hundred years, no matter how talented the descendants of the Xie family were, no one had ever been able to pick up this sword and was qualified to wield it.
Only he, when he first held this sword, had achieved the unity of man and sword.
He was born with the realm that so many people and swordsmen have been striving for all their lives.
He wielded the sword, practiced with it, and was obsessed with it. Before the age of fifteen, his life was all about the sword. He studied sword techniques, swordplay, and sword skills, reading every sword manual in the world and learning from every famous swordsman. It was as if he was born to live for the sword.
However, he did not flourish as his elders had hoped. By now, the Xie family had become a laughing stock in the martial arts world, and Xie Xiaofeng himself had become a joke.
The third young master of the Divine Sword Villa, who fought against the Demon Cult in the past, actually had an affair with a witch from the Demon Cult and had a child with her.
Many of the martial arts families who had stood together with his Shenjian Villa in the past have now severed ties with the Xie family and will never have any contact with them again.
And there is Xie Longteng, his second brother.
Facts proved that his father had been wrong after all. Xie Longteng, leader of the Tianxia Alliance and a gifted swordsman, was clearly surnamed Xie, yet he now viewed the Xie clan as an enemy, eager to eliminate them and kill them for the sheer pleasure of his life.
Finally, there is the woman he owes the most, Murong Qiudi.
Since Li Muchan appeared in Jiangnan, it means that Murong Qiudi's disaster is coming.
Xie Xiaofeng naturally knew who the Lord of Heaven was.
It can be said that the reason why this woman has reached this point today and her character has changed drastically has a lot to do with him.
Xie Wangsun sent this news to encourage him to come out and fight.
Now the Xie family has reached a critical moment of life and death . They are forced to abandon even their clan land and live under the roof of others. This is a great shame and humiliation.
The entire Xie family had long hated Li Muchan, the man who had pushed the Divine Sword Villa into the abyss.
If the Xie family wants to regain its former glory, they have to defeat this arrogant martial arts legend personally. Only then can they return to the top, or even reach the pinnacle and surpass themselves in the past.
Xie Xiaofeng suddenly raised his eyelids, because ten members of the Xie family suddenly walked out from the wind and snow, each carrying a long sword and walking towards him without saying a word.
"Please ask the Third Young Master to come out and lead our Xie family back to our homeland and restore our former glory."
All ten people knelt on one knee on the snow, with no expression on their faces, only determination and resoluteness.
Xie Xiaofeng closed his eyes in great pain. He was really tired of this world, tired of the so-called mission, and even more tired of fighting. He also felt very guilty.
Whether it was Xie Longteng or Murong Qiudi, every time he thought of them, his heart ached.
The reason why he sat here was to avoid Tianzun and his father.
But now, Li Muchan has reappeared in the world, and Xie Wangsun can no longer wait.
Not only did he use Murong Qiudi to provoke him, but now he also ordered these clan members to come and force him.
“Puff!”
Suddenly, a warm splash fell on Xie Xiaofeng's cold cheek. He opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see a member of the Xie family drawing his sword and committing suicide in front of him, then slowly falling down.
The boiling blood seemed to be washing away the rust on the divine sword, dyeing the wind and snow red.
The other nine people also calmly placed their swords on their necks and resolutely turned the swords.
"don't want!!!"
Xie Xiaofeng spoke hurriedly in a trembling voice.
But when he opened his mouth, something fishy and sweet suddenly splashed out.
Xie Xiaofeng's eyelids twitched, and his face was splattered with blood.
Nine people, nine people who were alive just now, now all fell at his feet.
Before he died, these people were still staring at him, "Please... please, Third Young Master... um... draw your sword and come down the mountain..."
And in the wind and snow, there seemed to be many people waiting to come over, including the elderly, women, children, and Xie Wangsun.
Xie Xiaofeng stared at all this in a daze, and roared in disbelief: "Why?"
Xie Wangsun's cold voice echoed through the snowstorm, "You should ask yourself this question. Since you don't want to kill, and won't draw your sword, then there's no point for us to exist. Our ancestors' divine sword has been covered in dust, and all we can do is cleanse it with our blood... Rather than dying at the hands of our enemies, suffering humiliation, it's better to die by our own sword."
As he was speaking, another ten people came over and stood in front of Xie Xiaofeng.
It’s still the same as before.
"Young Master, please draw your sword and come down the mountain!"
These suffocating words made even a strong man like Xie Xiaofeng tremble all over.
Xie Wangsun continued, "All of us were born for you and live because of you. If you want to live a free and unfettered life, then kill us with your own hands. Kill all of us, the lingering stray dogs. Then you can laugh at the world and live with your beloved."
Xie Xiaofeng's heart seemed to have started bleeding, and his eyes seemed to be bleeding as well.
He looked at the ten people in front of him. Each of them was holding a tablet in their arms, and he was familiar with the names on them.
Xie Xiaofeng's lips moved, and he opened his mouth to speak, but the ten people in front of him spoke again: "Third Young Master, please draw your sword and come down the mountain!"
“Hahaha… woooo…”
Xie Xiaofeng suddenly laughed, but his laughter sounded more like crying, as if there was a stone blocking his throat. The suppressed sobs and strange laughter echoed in the wind and snow for a long time.
But it seemed as if he was no longer allowed to laugh or cry. After a moment, the ten people slowly fell down, and their blood flowed onto the rusty sword.
Amidst the vast sky and earth, a figure slowly walked over. It was Xie Wangsun.
Xie Wangsun also had a sword in his hand. He walked in front of Xie Xiaofeng and looked at his son coldly and ruthlessly.
"Since you can't do it, I'll do it!"
The man suddenly turned around and pounced, the sword's edge becoming sharper, and he pounced towards the women, children, the elderly and the weak with murderous intent.
The long sword was cold, and under the sword light, the sword energy was rampant. Seeing that all the women and children of the Xie family were about to die under the sword, the Xie family's magic sword that had not been unsheathed for a long time on the snow was finally pulled out.
In the frost and snow, a brilliant and enchanting blood-red sword light broke through the air and pointed directly at the long sword in Xie Wangsun's hand.
"Why are you forcing me!" Xie Xiaofeng roared.
But he suddenly froze again.
Xie Wangsun suddenly stopped moving forward, turned around and dropped his sword, then met the sword in Xie Xiaofeng's incredulous eyes.
“Puff!”
The long sword pierced through his chest.
"Father!"
Xie Xiaofeng lost his voice.
"I am incompetent, I am ashamed of my ancestors, I am ashamed of my clan members, I have no face to live in this world anymore..." Xie Wangsun tightly grasped the long sword on his chest, his expression calm, as if he felt no pain at all, just looking at Xie Xiaofeng, "It seems that the sword heart forged back then was not tough enough, not sharp enough."
The sighed words showed a rare change of emotion.
"Today, I, your father, will sacrifice my life to forge for you an invincible, flawless swordsman. From now on, no one will be able to restrain you or control you. The Xie family... I leave it to you."
After saying that, the man drew his sword and drew out a stream of hot blood, then turned around and jumped off the top of Mount Hua under Xie Xiaofeng's blank gaze.
The wind and snow were still blowing, and Xie Xiaofeng was still standing there in a daze, but his long black hair suddenly turned white at an indescribable speed, blending with the frost and snow, becoming indistinguishable from each other, and moving like fire.
At this time, the old, weak, women and children all said in unison, "Please ask the master to draw his sword and come down the mountain!"
"I understand!" Xie Xiaofeng said calmly.
a long time.
“Hahaha…ah…”
A brilliant and splendid sword energy, unprecedented in history, suddenly rose up amid the sounds of wailing and wild laughter, stirring up the wind and clouds and rising straight into the blue sky.
The king of swords is almost a god.
