Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 357: Soaring through the air, unprecedented
Snow falls on the lake, and I am alone.
Compared to the Money Gang, the Demon Cult, and even the Azure Dragon Society, no one has ever been as confident as Li Muchan is today.
Unparalleled confidence, of course, comes from unmatched strength.
He wanted to stand at the pinnacle of power, attract the attention of the heroes, attract the attention of the world, and make the entire world look up to him and bow to him.
If the road of the martial arts world is a road up a mountain, then today is undoubtedly the moment when Li Muchan truly reaches the top, overlooking the world and looking down on all the mountains. His power and prestige have reached their peak, and perhaps it will also be the most glorious moment of his life.
And everyone knows that after the heyday, it will mean sunset and twilight.
But Li Muchan wants to tell everyone through this battle today that he can make the glory of this moment completely eternal.
On the Green Water Lake, the boat approached, and then remained steady, as if rooted to the surface of the lake.
Li Muchan looked at Xie Xiaofeng.
Xie Xiaofeng looked at Li Muchan.
All in all, the two had met only a handful of times since the Qinglong Society's night raid on the Divine Sword Villa.
Although their pursuits are different, it is undeniable that both parties are talented enough, famous and well-known to the world.
No, when everything started, Li Muchan looked up to the young and famous genius in front of him.
Who would have thought that a small person who had been struggling in the market for many years, frustrated and bullied, would one day become the best in the world.
Qiu Xiaolou didn't expect this.
Shangguan Xiaoxian didn't expect this.
Gongzi Yu didn't expect this either.
Then could the third young master have imagined it?
The wind was cold, the snow was icy, the sky and earth were vast, and the flying frost and sudden snow seemed to have covered up the ordinary people by the lake and the heroes of the world.
The lake was as calm as a mirror, with only two people left.
Xie Xiaofeng stood with a sword on his back, wearing white clothes and white hair, with a lofty and obscure aura, as if his body had melted into the flying snow and become one with the heaven and earth.
Li Muchan was silent in his black robe, with his hands slowly withdrawn from his sleeves. From a distance, he looked like an ice-sculptured jade statue standing in the frost and snow, emitting a strange magical power from his whole body, so cruel that it made people tremble.
They looked at each other, Xie Xiaofeng's eyes moved, and he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
But next to Li Muchan, there was a strange weapon standing at an angle, which looked nothing special.
This object is more than four feet long, with a dark and dull surface, no sharp edges, and uneven width. It looks like a sword but not a sword, and like a knife but not a knife. It is extremely strange.
When Xie Xiaofeng saw this thing, it was as if he saw the most terrifying killing weapon in the world, and the light in his eyes suddenly brightened.
At Li Muchan's current level, he's probably no longer confined to swords and knives. Even plucking leaves and flying flowers can injure people. With a single grasp, he can transform decay into something magical. Even a blade of grass or a tree in his hands could become a divinely sharp weapon. And while this object doesn't resemble a sword or a knife, it's both a sword and a knife at the same time.
With this item in hand, your sword and knife moves become one, allowing you to make countless changes. Who in the world can stop you?
In the wind and snow, the two stood looking at each other, both speechless.
Strictly speaking, they are not opponents, nor do they necessarily have to be enemies, but the situation has dictated it, just like the saying that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Once you enter the world, you have no choice.
At this point, all that remains is victory or defeat, a decisive battle.
Suddenly, a solemn and murderous atmosphere arose over the Green Lake.
The two were more than ten feet apart, and the lake water began to become turbid, with undercurrents surging and ripples appearing.
The people on the shore were horrified. From afar, it looked like there was a demon dragon at the bottom of the lake, swimming around and wagging its tail, looking extremely ferocious.
"Um?"
"Look, there's something in the lake."
"What is that?"
…
A large black shadow suddenly appeared under the green waves, causing exclamations from all sides.
"sword!"
Only Li Manqing and others saw it clearly and were all moved.
Buzz...
A clear sword chant suddenly sounded from behind Xie Xiaofeng.
The Xie family magic sword made a sound for no reason, and in full view of everyone, it was pulled out of its sheath by itself and fell into Xie Xiaofeng's hands.
He took the magic sword in his hand, pointed the sword tip diagonally, and a ray of shocking sword energy pierced through the sky.
If this sword could stir up the wind and clouds, the moment it was unsheathed, the wind and snow would suddenly become violent, and the sky would change color. Everyone on the shore would involuntarily retreat quickly, as if the wind and snow in front of them were like steel knives scraping their bones, and they were terrified and turned pale.
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking water on the rolling lake surface, followed by swords appearing one after another, breaking through the water surface, rising into the sky like arrows and meteors, and shooting towards Cuiyun Peak.
Over the past few hundred years, countless martial arts masters and sword masters have come to the Divine Sword Villa to test their swords. The defeated ones abandoned their swords and threw them into the green lake.
At this moment, driven by Xie Xiaofeng's sword intent, all the swords sunk in the lake floated to the surface.
In the wind and snow, a wonderful sight suddenly appeared.
Long swords, broken swords, incomplete swords, and rusty swords gathered together like a stream, with a sinister sword intent. The sword energy rushed straight into the sky and shot into the depths of the wind and snow.
Xie Xiaofeng flashed through the rising waves, his body like a flying sword, carrying many swords with him, heading straight for Cuiyun Peak.
"Come and fight!"
Seeing this scene, everyone present was left with dry mouths and dumbfounded.
Li Manqing opened his eyes wide and murmured, "This man's swordsmanship seems to have exhausted the imagination of ordinary people. It is so wonderful that it is close to being divine."
The way of swordsmanship is divine.
Long Xiaoyun was also stunned for a moment, and the frustration in his heart suddenly seemed to disappear .
This kind of existence is really too strong, so strong that it is unbelievable and beyond imagination, so strong that he has no intention of competing with it.
In the end, I felt relieved and it didn't matter anymore.
Looking at the sword shadows flying in the distance, Li Muchan smiled slightly, and then he saw his black robe lifted up out of thin air, and strands of black hair floated in the air. In the dead silence of the whole place, he slowly rose into the air as if he was ascending in broad daylight, and left the light boat. Frost gathered around his body, and it was like smoke and clouds flowing, and he actually floated into the air, nine feet away from the boat.
At this moment, even the arrogant leader of the Tianqin Sect widened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and a look of shock appeared on his face.
The old Taoist in gray robe opened his eyes wide and turned pale with horror.
The white-clothed swordsman from the Nanhai Sword School was also shocked, gritted his lips and teeth, and stared at Li Muchan who was already several feet off the ground.
As for the others, they were already dumbfounded and stunned. They stood there in a daze, their faces full of confusion, which then turned into horror.
The timid one simply collapsed to the ground with his legs going weak.
Many people seemed to have lost their strength, and their weapons fell out of their hands one after another. They just stared at the scene in a daze, as if they were possessed by demons.
They knew that Li Muchan was powerful, but they didn't expect him to be so powerful.
This is more than just strong, it is extremely strong.
Li Manqing and Long Xiaoyun were also stunned.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Qiu Shuiqing let out a long sigh with a complicated and profound feeling.
Old Man Ding looked at it stupidly.
Sikong Wuming was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.
…
Li Muchan looked up at the sky, waved his sleeves, and in full view of everyone, he leaped into the air like flying snow and flew towards Cuiyun Peak.
After the man had gone several feet, the long sword on the boat suddenly shook and turned into a black shadow, following closely behind.
It took five or six breaths before someone came to their senses.
But no one spoke, only silence.
After a few breaths, someone spoke in a hoarse voice, "Could this be the Lingkong Duxu from the Four Illuminations Divine Art? I'm afraid the creator of this art has never reached such a near-divine-like state."
No one responded, and there was still dead silence.
Everyone also understood that from now on, no matter how turbulent the world became, no matter how talented the newcomers were, as long as this man was still alive and hadn't fallen, they would always be inferior to him.
"This man's martial arts achievements are probably unprecedented..."
until--
"boom!"
Deep in the snow, a huge explosion triggered an unprecedented war...
