Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 356: What is the Ultimate? This is the Ultimate
"Look, who is that?"
"Thank you, Long Teng!"
There were more exclamations from the lakeside, but they saw a man wearing a conical hat and two swords on his waist above the vast snow forest in the distance. His whole body was almost hidden in a wide green robe. It was obvious that he did not move, but he was as light as a feather. The dead leaves under his feet were flowing and gathering like a river, as if stretching from the end of the world to the foot of Cuiyun Peak.
The atmosphere displayed on this scene alone was so stunning that the crowd could not help but stare in amazement.
"I never thought this person's martial arts skills would be so advanced."
At a corner of the lake, a shabby-looking man lowered the brim of his hat and looked at Xie Longteng from afar, with shock in his eyes.
This person turned out to be Long Xiaoyun.
Li Muchan reappeared in the world, Jin Laoqi died, and Tianzun turned to dust overnight, and he was the only one left among the leaders who rebelled against the Tianxia Alliance.
Nowhere is safe now, only Jinling City can give him a respite.
Seeing that Xie Longteng had quietly risen to the top of the world, Long Xiaoyun felt mixed emotions.
This person's strength was comparable to his back then, and he thought that the two of them were still evenly matched after all these years, but when he looked back, he found that the other person had left him far behind.
Why?
In terms of talent, he comprehended the "Love Flower Treasure Mirror" by himself and believed that he was not inferior to anyone. However, they clearly started with the same strength, so why was the other party able to make such rapid progress and far surpass himself?
Long Xiaoyun was a smart man, and after a few thoughts, he had the answer.
If you think about it carefully, although Xie Longteng is one of the leaders of the Tianxia Alliance, he does not like to enjoy himself, is not interested in women, is not greedy for gold and silver, and is not moved by external things. He only likes to practice sword and study hard all day long. He hone his knowledge at the top of Cuiyun Peak and is obsessed with swordsmanship.
As for him, ever since he came to power, he has been constantly thinking about how to strengthen himself, plotting schemes and scheming, and trying to seize power...
Fame and fortune blinded him, but he forgot that in this world, strength is what matters most.
The more he thought about it, the more Long Xiaoyun's breath trembled, and his expression was full of struggle.
An unprecedented sense of frustration almost made him collapse.
"Alas, why bother being so persistent?"
Suddenly, a whisper pulled him back from his torment.
Li Manqing had already stood beside Long Xiaoyun, gazing at Xie Longteng climbing the mountain from afar. He exclaimed in amazement, but he also said, "After this battle is over, why don't you come back to Baoding with me, Brother Long?"
Long Xiaoyun was startled at first, then stunned, and then fell into a long silence.
While waiting, the sky gradually brightened and the cold wind started to blow again. Suddenly, tiny crystal particles appeared falling from the sky, swaying with the wind, and frost filled the sky.
"Who?"
Just when everyone was excited, a clear sword chant was suddenly heard not far away, coming from far away and coming closer with great force.
The people watching the fight could only vaguely see a corner of a man in green clothes. The man had already crossed the air, like a sword drawn from its sheath, and leaped up from the lakeside. He passed through the Green Water Lake like the wind, and shot towards Cuiyun Peak in the distance like a green cloud.
"That seems to be 'One Sword Flying Snow' Xue Qingbi."
But before he finished speaking, all the swordsmen in the room changed their expressions.
"Um?"
"What's going on?"
"what happened?"
…
The reason for this was that the swords they were equipped with began to vibrate uncontrollably.
The sound of swords rose and fell continuously, frightening the group of people so much that their faces turned pale, as if they had seen a ghost.
The world was in ruins, and a killing atmosphere suddenly arose.
Invisibly, everyone felt as if there was a bone-chilling chill in the air, which made people feel a sharp pain and moved everyone.
Just as they were drawing their swords in wonder, the flying frost between heaven and earth suddenly became violent and violent, and gusts of wind were blown up from the ground. In an instant, sand and rocks flew everywhere, the sky was dark, and the group of people were forced to retreat again and again.
Everyone was shocked by this sudden change, screaming in surprise and quickly retreating to the left and right.
And in the midst of the dust, wind, snow and waves, a man with white hair on his shoulders and the Xie family's magic sword on his back was walking towards the lake as if no one was around.
However, in this strong wind, although most people retreated, there were still a few people who did not move and watched coldly.
One man, dressed like a bandit, was covered in dust. Despite his burly build, he had an oval face, thin eyebrows, and phoenix eyes, a feminine look. Even more unusual was that while he looked extremely young, his hair was already covered in patches of white, suggesting premature graying.
There was a majestic bird squatting on the right shoulder of this person, like an eagle or a falcon, with feathers golden like swords, and eyes full of ferocity. It was twisting its neck and holding its head high to stare at the person who came.
The bird on his shoulder was about to swoop down, but the young man stood with his arms folded, squinting his eyes and glancing sideways, looking truly arrogant.
As for the others, they were an old Taoist priest in a grey robe wearing an ancient crown and carrying a long sword, the white-robed swordsman from the South Sea Sword Sect, and Qiu Shuiqing, the owner of Peacock Villa.
The strong wind came suddenly, dissipated inexplicably, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Everyone came back to their senses and looked again, only to see a man standing on the lake, sword over his back, unsinkable. He suddenly cried out, "Third Young Master?"
"Ah, that's the Third Young Master."
"He is Xie Xiaofeng?"
"Yes, he is the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa, Sword God Xie Xiaofeng."
…
Xie Xiaofeng ignored the gazes of others, stopped at the lake with an expressionless face, and did not move again, as if he was waiting for something.
Everyone knew what was going on and subconsciously held their breath.
Li Muchan was inextricably linked to the current state of Divine Sword Villa. Adding to this the death of Murong Qiudi, it went without saying that a life-or-death battle was inevitable between the two.
Xie Xiaofeng has arrived, so how could Li Muchan be far away?
“Here I come!”
Someone whispered something in a hoarse voice, and the noisy crowd fell silent in an instant.
Frost is drifting and snow is flying all over the sky.
Through the thickening snow curtain, I saw a small boat slowly approaching at the end of the Green Water Lake.
The sky and the earth were all white, but it could not hide the black clothes, which seemed to have taken away all the light and exuded some kind of magical power, making it difficult to look away after taking a look.
Just how powerful this person is has long been a mystery in everyone's mind.
Li Muchan is here.
He stood with his hands in his sleeves, and the snow in front of him seemed to have cleared away and become clearer.
Under the attention of the whole world, this man always appeared calm, elegant, and smiling, as if no one in the world could make him change color or lose his composure.
Li Muchan not only had to face the gazes of ordinary people, but also those of many martial arts masters, rising stars , and top figures in the world. These gazes were full of aggression, hostility, and the desire to replace him.
This kind of look was undoubtedly extremely terrifying, not to mention that there were hundreds or thousands of such looks all falling on him alone, which was simply chilling and creepy.
Unfortunately, they only dare to watch but not move, only dare to think but not do.
They also understood that perhaps in the next ten, twenty, or thirty years, as long as this person was still alive, they would have to endure in silence forever, and they might even endure until their death without any hope of escaping the situation.
If the word "invincible" was just a description in the past, now these two words have truly turned into flesh and blood and appeared before them.
The sky was high and the land was vast, snow was falling, and Li Muchan stood on a small boat that looked like a fallen leaf. The boat cut through the waves, and the cold wind filled his clothes. With his long black hair flying, he glanced at everyone like an emperor inspecting the situation, and then said lightly, "Not bad!"
This is a kind of scrutiny, evaluation, and boasting of those who come after.
But for some people, these two words are like a humiliation.
The young man standing with his arms folded snorted coldly, his voice as loud as a bell, making everyone around him dizzy and staggering back.
But just as he was about to take a step, he saw Li Muchan's eyes turned and looked at him.
Their eyes met, and the man's right foot, raised in mid-air, could no longer land. As Li Muchan's eyes narrowed, the young man's face paled instantly. With a muffled groan, he retreated several steps, leaving a mark with each step.
"Tianqinmen? Very good!"
Li Muchan was even more impressed.
"Don't be impatient. I'll give you time to take this step."
In this vast world, there are finally fearless newcomers.
He doesn't want to be self-admiring for too long, nor does he want to be lonely for too long.
Everywhere you look, the heroes are silent and the strong are bowing their heads.
What is the ultimate?
This is the best in the world.
