Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 358: Dominating the Peak
The top of Cuiyun Peak.
Under the heavy snow, several figures were either sitting or standing, some with swords across their knees, some holding swords in their arms, and some holding swords in their hands, like statues of gods, all motionless and silent, their bodies covered with frost and snow.
Although there was no human voice, invisible sword energy was secretly clashing in the wind and snow. Wherever the sword passed, marks were left on metal and stone. Even the several bamboo houses on the roof were shattered into pieces and turned into dust.
They haven't fought yet, Xie Xiaofeng hasn't arrived, and Li Muchan hasn't shown up, so how can they draw their swords?
Fortunately, they did not have to wait long. They heard bursts of sword chanting in the flying snow, which was loud and clear, full of murderous intent. Just as they opened their eyes and concentrated, hundreds of swords broke through the snow curtain, fell from the sky, and all landed on the top of the mountain, causing a sound of metal clashing.
Immediately afterwards, a figure fell with the sword, with white hair flying, standing on the hilt of a long sword. The sword power was extraordinary, the sword intent was overwhelming, and as the sword energy spread, there was a sudden clamor of dust and endless explosions.
Xie Xiaofeng is here.
This man now seemed to be one with the sword, or as if he himself had transformed into a divine sword unrivaled in the world, its edge exposed and extremely dazzling, even the other great swordsmen were staring at him with awe.
Yan Shisan looked coldly and only took a quick glance before he noticed that this person was different.
This is different from the previous Xie Xiaofeng.
Before this, although Xie Xiaofeng was extremely sharp, his sword intent was ethereal and lofty, like floating clouds in the sky, ever-changing and extremely stunning.
And now all that is left of this person is terrifying, as if he has transformed from a living person into a god who has renounced all emotions and desires , the God of Sword.
This person now has no flaws. Not only his swordsmanship, but even his heart has no flaws.
Xie Wangsun is dead, Murong Qiudi is gone, and this man's heart has been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations, becoming harder than gold and stone and invulnerable.
Xie Longteng opened his eyes, but did not look at his third brother. Instead, he stared at the two swords in front of him, brewing murderous intent and gathering strength, ready to draw his swords.
Xie Xiaofeng looked calm and did not even look at his second brother, as if he had no attachment to him at all. There was only the sword in his eyes.
Because he had to win this battle no matter what. If he lost, Shenjian Villa would completely decline and perish.
Before the sword chanting was finished, the wind and snow in the sky suddenly stopped. Then, among the flying snow petals, there seemed to be a wisp of green smoke sweeping down from the sky, splashing on the top of the mountain, and swaying in the exploding frost and snow, turning into a black robe, revealing a figure.
Li Muchan stepped onto the top with the knife in one hand.
Today's battle is different from previous ones.
Among the several top swordsmen present, some were his friends, some were his enemies, some had joined forces with him, and some had submitted to him...
Therefore, this battle has nothing to do with grudges or right or wrong. All we want is a pure fight, a battle of swordsmanship, to see who is stronger and who is weaker.
As he arrived, murderous intent suddenly rose at the top of the mountain. The wind and snow were turbulent, as if they had turned into knives that cut flesh and scraped bones, making it freezing cold to the bone.
But despite the strong murderous intent, no one on the field took the initiative to attack.
With the unrivaled strong man like Li Muchan in front of him, if he was not absolutely sure, drawing his sword might mean defeat.
"Sorry for the poor performance!"
Seeing that the few people did not move, Li Muchan smiled indifferently, and immediately stepped forward, walking from the edge to the center.
As he moved his feet, the snow on the ground suddenly rose up like huge waves, sweeping in all directions. For a moment, sand and rocks flew everywhere, as if the sky was falling and the earth was sinking, and the strange peaks were about to fall.
Several top swordsmen were originally on their own sides, but with just a few steps, Li Muchan almost put himself under the power of their swords.
The other four people turned their attacks at the same time and attacked Li Muchan together.
It's not that they intend to join forces, but the power exuded by this person is too terrifying. If they don't resist him, they will inevitably fall into a disadvantage and lose the initiative.
Moreover, the top of Cuiyun Peak is only more than ten feet square, which is not big, but not small either. At this moment, Li Muchan walked forward step by step, pushing forward invincibly. There was an indescribable feeling of oppression between heaven and earth pushing towards them. The wind and snow seemed to be repelling them. In a trance, it seemed that there was no place for them to stand on the top of the peak.
The four people's eyes suddenly fixed, and they were shocked by the unparalleled power displayed by the person in front of them. They all flew into the air, trying to temporarily avoid the attack.
But Li Muchan said lightly at this time: "Can't you even stand on the top?"
The words were light, but filled with a kind of contemptuous mockery.
The snow was flying everywhere, and Li Muchan stood proudly on the top with a heroic look. No one dared to challenge him.
The four people who heard this all held their breath, their eyes flashed with sharpness, and the swords in their hands were about to be unsheathed.
Li Muchan then said, "If that's the case, step back!"
As he spoke, he took another step. As soon as he stepped firmly on the ground, it was like a huge rock falling into water. The frost and snow in the sky instantly turned into an almost tangible wave, sweeping towards the four people.
Wherever the energy passed, cold air spread, frost turned into knives, and flying snow became swords. Almost in an instant, the entire top of Cuiyun Peak was covered in murderous intent.
Unparalleled dominance, so great.
"ah!"
At this moment, the people at the foot of the mountain only heard a shocking long roar, and suddenly saw four figures on the top of the mountain being forced to retreat from the top of the peak, flying into the sky, and their ethereal figures used the force to move at the edge to catch their breath.
"hiss!"
The gray-robed old Taoist's eyelids twitched wildly as he murmured, "I thought it would be a fierce fight between dragons and tigers, but I didn't expect them to be unable to even gain a foothold."
This person is Gu Daoren from Bashan Sword House, a famous swordsman and senior master in the martial arts world.
Seeing that several top swordsmen had to temporarily withdraw from the top of the mountain, they suddenly felt a sense of fear.
I almost followed him up just now.
Some people even thought about challenging Li Muchan, but now their legs feel weak just thinking about it.
The group of people were thirsty and kept swallowing their saliva. They saw four figures in the sky, like birds guarding their nests, circling around the top of the mountain, sometimes close, sometimes far away, as if there was some ferocious creature on the top of the mountain.
" How can we miss such a grand event?"
Suddenly, someone came to the lake again.
There was a long whistle, and a thin figure strode out from the crowd.
Behind the newcomer was a beautiful woman in bright clothes, carrying two swords on her back, and her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise.
It was Guo Ding and Gongsun Da Niang.
The two of them arrived together and looked at each other, then saw Gongsun Da Niang unfastening a scarlet divine sword from her back.
The twin swords behind her were relics of her master's school, which she had painstakingly retrieved in recent years. These were ancient, sharp weapons. One sword was Chixia, the other Lanyu. They had once belonged to Shen Ruolan, the first disciple of Gongsun Da Niang. They could cut hair with a single blow and slice through iron like mud.
Guo Ding nodded slightly, then flicked his sword. The Chixia Sword suddenly trembled and broke through the air like a dragon , heading straight for Cuiyun Peak.
Although the sword was thrown first, this man arrived first and flew away with the sword at a very fierce speed.
But Guo Ding was not the only one who crossed the Green Water Lake.
"Ah, there's another expert? That's the successor of the Farewell Hook!"
But in a corner of the lake, I saw a man dressed as a constable with two hooks on his waist. With the energy surging around his body, he jumped up, wrapped in frost and snow, and turned into a huge snowball, flying towards Cuiyun Peak like a bird into the forest.
Two more masters joined the battle circle, and the situation changed instantly.
Someone finally drew his sword.
But then a shocking sword light shot straight into the sky, and the sword was drawn to cut.
One person drew his sword, and the others drew their swords at the same time.
Several sword lights shot up into the sky, suddenly appearing in the wind and snow, all pointing directly at the figure dominating the top.
The sword energy is everywhere, and the light is cold across the world.
From the top of the mountain, long laughter could be faintly heard.
"Hahaha, come on everyone!"
