Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 361: Kunlun Xiao Family, Two More People Retreat
At the foot of Cuiyun Peak, the people watching the battle at the foot of the mountain were shocked when they saw the figure falling from the sky.
"Someone fell down."
"Yang Shen, it's Yang Shen."
"He lost."
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The battle had barely begun, and someone had already been defeated and retreated from the top. Everyone was surprised by this result, but also felt it was natural.
After all, among the several strongest swordsmen at the top, Yang Shen was the youngest and a rising star, so it was not surprising that he showed signs of defeat first.
It seemed as if he was seriously injured by Li Muchan's sword energy. The man fell rapidly in the air without any attempt to relieve the force, which immediately caused exclamations from all sides.
Just as Yang Shen was about to be smashed to pieces, a man suddenly jumped up from a low mountain adjacent to Cuiyun Peak, soared into the air, and caught him in his arms.
The man who attacked was dressed in black, carrying a black knife on his back, and he was lame while using the force of his move.
"Ah, the Bai family's divine sword?"
"That's Fu Hongxue."
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Before the group of people could take a closer look, Fu Hongxue had already fallen into the snowy forest and disappeared.
I guess this person doesn't like crowds, so he hides behind Cuiyun Peak and stays away from many people in the world .
On the top of the low mountain, Fu Hongxue glanced at the top of Cuiyun Peak, then put down Yang Shen in his hand.
"Master Fu, do you want to go up too?"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar walked out from beside Fu Hongxue. He was wearing a blue robe, black boots, a white scarf and white socks. He looked gentle and elegant, with an extraordinary demeanor.
Fu Hongxue shook his head and said, "I just came to take a look."
The middle-aged scholar nodded with a smile, "It's good to take a look."
After saying this, the man looked at Yang Shen again, thought for a moment, grabbed him with one hand, and helped him up, "Master Fu, why don't you let me take this man over."
It was not until the other party took Yang Shen away that Fu Hongxue glanced at him thoughtfully.
It turned out that this man's surname was Xiao, and he was someone Fu Hongxue met in Kunlun Mountain when he was traveling in the Central Plains. He claimed to be a descendant of Xiao Wangsun, the master of the "Emperor Valley" at that time.
According to this person, the Xiao family had been living in seclusion for many years and had never cared about worldly affairs. It was only after they learned that the "Qinglong Society" had been destroyed that they returned to the Central Plains with their clansmen and reappeared in the world.
When these people entered the Central Plains, the first place they went to was Jinling.
Originally, this matter was considered normal. After all, this battle was a grand event that only happened once every 500 years in the martial arts world. It was understandable that the Xiao family, who had not set foot in the martial arts world for a long time, wanted to join in the fun.
The strange thing is that this group of people includes men and women, young and strong people, and old people, but there are no children.
You know, the reproduction of offspring and the inheritance of bloodline are of paramount importance to the survival of a family.
But these people do n't care...
There's something strange.
Fu Hongxue sighed inwardly. If there really was something else fishy about this matter, it must be directed at the Tianxia Alliance and Li Muchan.
Since the Xiao family has been secluded from the world because of the Qinglong Society, is it possible that the real Xiao family members have been wiped out?
The person in front of him was none other than the remnants of the Qinglong Society, or more precisely, the remaining forces of the old Qinglongs.
Not only that, there is also a magic sword in the martial arts world recently that has a close connection with the Xiao family.
This knife is called "Cutting Deer". It is very rare in the world and is a sharp sword that can be compared with the Tear Sword.
The reason why Fu Hongxue suspected the other party was that the timing of the knife's appearance was too coincidental. It was not long after the Xiao family arrived in the Central Plains, and the places where it appeared were not far away.
More importantly, it is rumored that the Deer-Cutting Knife is now in Jinling City.
There is a high probability that there will be new developments in this battle.
Fu Hongxue glanced at the top of Cuiyun Peak again, then turned around and walked into the depths of the wind and snow, disappearing without a trace.
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"ah!"
And on the top of the mountain, not long after Yang Shen retreated, another earth-shattering roar was heard.
But the boundless flying snow was like a raging wave, sweeping in all directions.
Amidst the rolling snow waves, several top swordsmen who were once admired by the entire martial arts world could only struggle to hold on. Not to mention attacking, just parrying had consumed most of their energy, which was truly unbearable.
Guo Ding's eyes were already red, not because of tears or fear, but because of the shock, anger and unwillingness of not being able to win even after trying his best.
He has been training hard day and night these years just to compete with Li Muchan again, but he didn't expect that when they meet again today, he would be in such a miserable state.
If that were the case, what was the point of his years of hard training? Was all his hard work, all his dedication to the way of the sword, completely meaningless?
He held the sword with one hand, lowered his body, and half-knelt in the snow to resist Li Muchan's surging and powerful energy; at the same time, he made a gesture to pounce, his black hair all fluttering in the wind, white mist swirling between his mouth and nose, his eyes wide open, and he was as fierce as a tiger.
Guo Ding was determined to strike out with his sword once more. Regardless of the outcome, he wanted Li Muchan to see with his own eyes the achievements he had made through years of hard training, rather than nothing changing.
With a long roar emanating from his chest, Guo Ding's aura reached an unprecedented peak. The brilliance in his eyes was so intense that it almost became tangible, as if it was about to burst out.
Li Muchan seemed to sense his intentions, and also felt this sword move that was a desperate and gamble of all, and immediately whispered, "Come on!"
The next moment, Guo Ding moved.
The man has already drawn his sword.
There was no sword in his hand, and the Chixia Sword was still in its place. He turned his body into a sword and his fingers into a sword.
At this moment, the flesh and blood body seemed to be emitting sword energy and bursting with sharpness.
The energy condenses in the fingers, like a magic sword drawn from its sheath, condensing but not releasing, gathering the energy into a sword.
This is the highest realm of controlling the sword with Qi.
What if the sword you wield is the most powerful in the world? Only you are the unrivaled, unique and unparalleled weapon in the world.
Guo Ding raised his sword finger, and the sword energy surged and condensed into a sword, breaking the surging snow waves in front of him. Then he walked forward step by step, walked towards Li Muchan, bent his arm, swung his finger, and slashed with a sword.
With one strike of the sword, the condensed sword energy flew by like a stream of light, and also flashed by like a flower that bloomed for a moment, stunning and extraordinary.
In the flying frost and cold snow, a sword mark appeared silently, almost running across the entire peak, three-tenths into the stone, and was clearly visible.
It looked as if someone picked up a pen and drew a stroke on the snow.
After the sword fell, Guo Ding still had some strength left in his feet, so he took a few steps forward and stood behind Li Muchan.
"Hmm... nice sword!"
Li Muchan praised him generously.
But it was Guo Ding who fell down.
Suddenly, a stream of hot blood spurted out of the man's chest, and he fell to the ground, motionless.
Li Muchan suddenly stopped the knife in his hand and looked at the falling snow with interest. Unconsciously, the flying snow petals had a hint of blood color, which was so red that it made people tremble.
He whispered, "Come in!"
Who did he let in?
A sword flying in the snow, Xue Qingbi.
Xue Qingbi had been ready to strike, the sword in his hand was stained red with blood, that was his own blood.
As the sword flashed, the flying snow in the sky swirled like a violent storm, covering Li Muchan.
And where is Xue Qingbi?
The person was in mid-air, above Li Muchan's head.
The man's body melted into the flying snow, as if he had disappeared out of thin air. No one could see him, only the flashing sword light in the sky.
From all directions, countless sword lights emerged from the wind and snow, and the sword shadows flickered back and forth, making people forget about life and death.
Flying Snow Sword Technique.
Li Muchan stood with his knife in hand, looking at the swirling snow waves in front of him. He did not dodge or evade. He steadied his feet and let the murderous intent approach him.
As the sword shadow fell, there was a series of "ding ding ding" sounds, as dense as a rainstorm, as if the flying snow had become a sharp weapon in his hand, penetrating every hole and killing everything.
But in the next moment, all the strange noises disappeared, and the sword light in the sky condensed into a beam, turning into a bright green sword in front of Li Muchan, piercing straight into his heart.
Xue Qingbi stood there holding a sword, but there was no joy of success on his face, only a pale look of powerlessness.
This sword was powerful and decisive, but it stopped in front of this flesh and blood body.
It was because a long knife had pierced his shoulder first...
