Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 355: Wartime Has Arrived
It's snowing heavily again.
There is a pavilion in the snow, and there is someone in the pavilion.
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Li Muchan had been sitting alone for a long time, like an old monk in meditation, neither moving nor speaking.
In front of him were two long swords, one on the left and one on the right, standing in the pavilion.
As the wind blew past, bursts of trembling sounds were heard from the two swords, which were pleasant to the ears, but completely different and echoed with each other.
Li Muchan sat alone for half a month and listened for half a month.
These two weapons are divided into two blades and combined into one sword. Although they have accompanied him along the way, they rarely have the opportunity to truly shine.
But since this time we are discussing the Dao with the sword, this final battle will be the time when this blade will become famous throughout the world.
Li Muchan listened to the clashing of swords and looked at the falling snow outside the pavilion, and finally moved.
He raised the glass of wine in front of him. The wine was cold, but after just a moment in his hand, wisps of hot air overflowed from it, and the aroma of the wine filled his nose, and he drank it all in one gulp.
No one knew what he was listening to or waiting for, and no one dared to disturb him.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Li Muchan seemed to be able to feel several murderous auras appearing one after another in Jinling.
The murderous aura of these people was so strong that Li Muchan had never seen it before. Moreover, they were holding back, probably waiting to make a big splash, attract the attention of the heroes, and shock the world.
As if sensing their master's intention, the two long swords began to vibrate even more violently, like living creatures about to escape from their sheaths.
The more rapidly the swords trembled, the more pronounced their flaws became. The two swords formed a single entity, but when separated, the blades, though seemingly identical, differed in width, length, and even weight.
This is the flaw.
He forged the two swords in order to change, but today he no longer needs to change.
Li Muchan's eyes flashed, he put down the wine glass, grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, then stood up and walked out of the pavilion into the snow.
The lake is frozen.
Li Muchan stepped on the thin ice, and when he was standing between heaven and earth, he raised his two swords high, and then collided with the flying snow and frost that was coming towards him.
As soon as the two swords met, a ball of strange flames burst out between them.
But the long sword in Li Muchan's hand was covered with cracks like broken ice.
then--
"Bang!"
The two swords shattered into pieces, turning into dozens of fragments of different sizes.
However, what is incredible is that these fragments did not fall from the sky, but instead pulled each other and stayed in the air for a short time.
Li Muchan's expression was calm, as if he had expected it. He held the hilt of the knife with one hand and dragged it in the air. Then he saw pieces of debris turning with the momentum, colliding with each other like bees and butterflies in the wind and snow, and converging towards the broken handle.
His black hair was flying and his sleeves were waving. When he dragged his right hand in a circle and then returned to the right position, he saw a weapon in his hand that was made up of pieces of debris.
This weapon was oddly shaped, resembling a knife but not a knife, a sword but not a sword, its width and thickness uneven, its body a shade of blue and white, over four feet long. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to lack even a cutting edge. Yet, the entire object exuded an inexplicable ferocity, like the fangs of a vicious beast, covered in sharp corners, every part of it radiating a murderous aura.
Li Muchan smiled.
He held the sword in one hand and secretly activated his true energy with the other hand. A ball of extremely masculine, powerful, domineering and strong energy instantly gathered in his palm and turned into a ball of blazing fire.
As his palm lightly fell, Li Muchan stared intently and took a deep breath, slowly stroking the blade. Wherever his palm passed, all the fragments were tightly fitted together, indistinguishable from each other, and completely merged into one.
Evil spirit, sword energy, knife energy, murderous aura, evil spirit... all kinds of shocking auras suddenly appeared on the lake surface at this moment, and they all burst out from the body of a single person, were grasped in his palm, and were fully imparted to the weapon in his hand...
“Not bad!”
Amidst the murmurs, a black light suddenly appeared out of nowhere above the lake, pointing straight to the sky.
At this moment, the wind and clouds were silent, the mountains and rivers lost their color, and the vast snow curtain cracked in the sky...
The crack starts from the calm lake and ends at the distant mountains, which are more than fifty feet apart.
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Three days later.
Finally, the war came.
It was early morning, the sky was about to brighten but not yet dark, and a large group of people from Jinling City were already rushing to Cuiyun Peak.
In front of the Green Water Lake, some people had already arrived here last night, waiting for the upcoming shocking battle.
There are quite a few people like this . Looking around, you can see that many people from the martial arts world have been waiting for a long time by the lake.
"Haha, everyone, you've made your purchase and you can't regret it."
What's worse, there was a gambler who set up a bet on the spot, listed several top swordsmen one by one, and marked the odds under each person's name. In a short while, the front of him was piled with silver and money.
Now everyone has determined that this battle will be unprecedented and passed down to future generations.
That's true.
Looking back at the martial arts world over the past hundred years, has there ever been such an extraordinary battle?
It has never happened in the past, and I am afraid it will never happen again in the future.
Everyone was looking forward to it, but no one dared to cross the Green Water Lake and head to Cuiyun Peak in the center of the lake.
Old man Ding was also squeezed in the crowd, holding a child of a few years old in his arms.
Although the child was dressed rather poorly, there was a subtle spirit between his brows. His eyes were clear, with distinct black and white. However, there were two snots hanging from his nose, which he kept sniffing.
Old Man Ding took a handkerchief and wiped the child's nose. He then gently warned him, "Peng'er, today's battle is unlike anything we've seen in five hundred years. You must watch carefully."
Upon hearing this, the child clenched his fists, his face tense, and he uttered a heavy "hmm".
"Ah, that's... Yan Shisan!"
Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise, and everyone turned their heads quickly, only to see that a person had appeared on the low hill on the other side of the lake.
The man turned his back to the crowd and climbed up the mountain. His steps seemed slow, but he was moving at an incredibly fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he had reached the mountainside and headed straight for the Cuiyun Peak, which was towering into the clouds and as straight as a sword.
A group of people stared with their eyes wide open, straining their eyes to see, and saw at the foot of the towering and steep Cuiyun Peak, a figure as small as an ant, rising from the ground, and using the momentum to soar on the cliff, as fast as a ghost.
Before everyone could see clearly, the man took a few leaps and flew straight up into the sky, disappearing in the sea of clouds and morning mist.
"What a miracle!"
Such a scene made everyone stunned and looked at each other in horror.
Just this one skill of lightness, I'm afraid there are few people in the world who can match him.
In the crowd, a swordsman in white was gazing into the distance, a gleam in his eyes appearing and disappearing from time to time. Beside him were several disciples of the South Sea Sword School. The long swords in their hands were ringing for no reason, and the swords were chanting loudly.
Seeing this, the surrounding gang members retreated far away.
This person's surname is Ye, and it is rumored that he is a disciple of the South Sea Sword School.
Back then, when the Azure Dragon Society swept across the martial arts world, the Nanhai Sword Sect suffered a tragic disaster, with all its disciples slaughtered, and the sect leader and elders also killed or injured, leaving almost no one alive.
Everyone thought that this sword sect would die out, but unexpectedly, the sect was still popular. A few years ago, a man walked out from an isolated island overseas. He split the sea and waves, and mastered an astonishing sword technique. His power was like flowing clouds and his mind was like flying fairies. He won every battle since he entered the martial arts world and never lost.
However, seeing that the top swordsman was right in front of him, the man finally held down the sword in his hand and did not cross the Green Water Lake.
"Is this the pinnacle of martial arts?"
