Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 364: The Sea and the Six Harmonies, the Sword God Breaks His Sword
Where is the peak?
The summit is right in front of us.
"Li Muchan!"
Xie Longteng spoke for the last time.
This is a declaration of war, and it is also a message to Li Muchan that there is no need to hold back, no need to hold back.
If he wins, he wants to win happily and without any regrets.
If you lose, try your best and have no regrets even if you lose.
A hint of disappointment flashed across Xie Longteng's eyes, and then he became firm and resolute, leaving no way out.
Along the way, he has met too many talented people.
Gongzi Yu, Zhu Si, Qiu Xiaolou, Ye Kai, Shangguan Xiaoxian...
Each of these people has his or her moment to shine, whether winning or losing, being a hero or a great leader, they are all big figures who can call the wind and rain, invincible and famous all over the world.
And now, he also wants to show his brilliance.
He disdained to be like those people at the foot of the mountain. Facing the towering mountain of Li Muchan, they could only retreat and endure, not daring to compete with him.
If a person, a swordsman, doesn't even dare to draw his sword, how can he really be called a swordsman? If he doesn't even have the ambition to reach the pinnacle, how can he even think of reaching the pinnacle?
"Since I cannot choose to live with dignity in this life, I would rather die with pride."
For him, dignity means proving himself.
The only way to prove yourself is to reach the top and stand tall.
As for the second, third, or fourth place in the world, he doesn't take them seriously.
Because Xie Xiaofeng was destined to reach the top, if he wanted to surpass his brother, he could only be first.
What a pity... Li Muchan is still in this world.
This person is so strong.
He almost blocked all of their paths to the top, overwhelming all the other contenders and leaving no one behind.
Those people at the foot of the mountain can still endure and lie dormant, waiting for Li Muchan to grow old, retire, or die.
But Xie Longteng didn't want to wait any longer.
He has been sharpening this sword for ten years and has kept it hidden for a long time. If he retreats here, he may never draw the sword again in his life.
Therefore, the only thing he could do now was to draw his sword.
He would rather die than retreat like those people down the mountain.
Those people were just alive, but he... wanted to truly exist.
The wind stopped, the wind was silent.
Although the wind has stopped, the snow on the ground is still flying in petals, rolling upstream.
In an instant, it seemed as if the world was turned upside down and the sun and the moon were hanging upside down.
A wonderful sight suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
Xie Longteng stomped his foot, and with his sword in hand, he instantly disappeared into the flying snow.
The people at the foot of the mountain looked into the distance and saw that on the top of the mountain there seemed to be a towering snow waterfall, or a long snow river rushing up, going straight for dozens of feet, shaking the earth and changing the color of the wind and clouds.
Murderous intent, unparalleled murderous intent filled every inch of space.
In a trance, everyone seemed to feel a sense of desolation, just like when the cold autumn comes, the grass and trees wither, and the vitality disappears. The white snow in their eyes vaguely turns into pieces of flying ashes, filled with the breath of death.
This sword is the ultimate and the best in the world.
The onlookers are already feeling this way, so how does Li Muchan, who is the first to be affected, feel?
Before the sword fell, the sword intent spread. Li Muchan looked at the increasingly desolate world and felt as if his life was being stripped away.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes and looked up, his black hair was disheveled. Xie Longteng was no longer in his eyes. Instead, there was only the mighty torrent that was like a trapped dragon flying into the sky, and the sharp sword energy that covered the sky.
This type of sword technique seemed to be not from this human world, but now it was used by Xie Longteng to fight him.
The torrent rose steadily until it came to an end.
The murderous intent and sword energy had reached their peak and condensed to an unprecedented level.
Then, this mighty torrent formed by billions of flying snow petals circled in the sky like a green dragon with its head held high, and swooped down.
The murderous intent is coming!
Li Muchan's pupils dilated as he suddenly realized that there was an invisible energy from all directions that was binding him like a tide, trapping him, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, his movements restricted.
There is no retreat from this sword.
A strong wind came from the sky, blowing towards Li Muchan's face. His eyes narrowed into two slits.
After witnessing this sword, Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan's expressions changed. They retreated, retreated violently, almost leaving the top, standing on the edge, looking at the torrent in shock.
That was no longer a torrent, but a sword formed by the power of heaven and earth.
Li Muchan took a deep breath after a long time, and the calm expression on his face was gradually replaced by a hint of amazement.
"Okay, Xie Longteng... From now on, even if I'm gone for another hundred years, I will never forget this name, and this world will never forget you."
The powerful voice echoed across the entire Green Water Lake.
He held his sword in front of him, his long hair flying wildly, his eyes shining brightly, and his tears bursting out.
"As a sign of respect for you, today I will use my unique martial arts to block your attack."
Li Muchan held the handle with one hand and lightly pressed the blade with the other hand. The long sword in his hand suddenly fluttered in the wind like petals of flying flowers.
Although the knife is not seen, the meaning is shocking.
At the top of Cuiyun Peak, one could see traces of cut marks appearing out of thin air on the rocks, crisscrossing each other, followed by countless pieces of broken stones floating in the air for no reason, several feet off the ground.
Qi is invisible, but its outline is outlined in the wind and snow, just like thousands of flowing lights, with Li Muchan as the center, spreading in all directions and covering the sky.
Li Muchan held the hilt of the knife in his hand. The blade was not visible, but the edge was already sharp.
Under the unparalleled sword force, the energy from all directions converged and turned from invisible to visible.
Li Muchan, who had been standing still, suddenly rose into the air. In a trance, above the top of the mountain, it seemed as if a shadow of a knife rose from the ground to the sky, and the blade pointed straight to the sky, meeting the mighty torrent.
At this moment, the world was silent, the wind and snow were silent, and everyone stared with their eyes wide open, not blinking.
Time suddenly seemed long, a moment or a second passed, but it felt like going through spring, autumn, cold and hot seasons, with no end in sight.
Time has no end, but life and death do have an end.
The sword intent rises to the sky, and the knife energy sweeps across thousands of mountains.
On the top of the mountain, frost was flying and snow was falling, and there was no trace of the torrent or the sword shadow.
There was no earth-shattering scene, just two bodies confronting each other, one winning and one losing.
Xie Longteng seemed to have never left. He just looked at Li Muchan quietly and asked softly, "What's the name of your martial art?"
A trace of blood appeared on Li Muchan's jade-like cheek. He raised his finger and wiped it away, and then he rubbed his fingertips while speaking softly, "The vast sea and the world are what I learned while overseas."
This is the result of his life-long learning, based on the Wuxiang Divine Art, which integrates the Mingyu Divine Art, the Sizhao Divine Art, the Jiayi Divine Art, the Shenshui Divine Art, and the Tianfo Scroll, as well as years of discussions with the famous hero Shen Lang and others, to create an unprecedented miraculous skill.
Xie Longteng nodded thoughtfully, then sheathed his sword and sat cross-legged in the snow.
Finally, Xie Longteng looked at Xie Xiaofeng, the brother he had envied and resented his entire life. Just looking at the man's head of white hair, he felt a sense of pity for no reason.
It turns out that this person is even more pitiful than himself.
"Thank you, Prince...Alas!"
Xie Longteng sighed softly, then looked up at the sky and slowly closed his eyes, unwilling to lower his head until his death.
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The moment the breath dissipated, the man's clothes on his back suddenly tore apart, and a stream of hot blood splashed into the sky, staining the snow behind him red.
A knife pierces the heart.
Xie Xiaofeng's eyes became redder and his white hair seemed to be whiter.
A look of regret flashed across Li Muchan's eyes. In the end, this man still died with his sword for his brothers.
Because Xie Longteng died for Xie Xiaofeng.
Yan Shisan also fell silent.
Xie Xiaofeng murmured, "Why?"
This person seemed to have no tears left and just stared blankly.
Xie Xiaofeng really couldn't understand why the person who hated him to death in the past would do this now.
Li Muchan held the hilt of the sword and stroked the empty blade with his palm, but saw the broken sword reappear. Countless fragments flew from all directions, even fragments flew out of Xie Longteng's body. In the blink of an eye, the long sword was intact again.
"Because he wanted you to break free from the shackles of the Xie family." Li Muchan looked at Xie Longteng's corpse with a complex expression, his words filled with emotion. "Xie Longteng has already passed on all fifteen sword moves of the Deadly Sword Technique to you, and yet you still risked your life to test my strength."
Li Muchan was actually a little confused at first, but it was not until he saw Xie Longteng's last look that he came to his senses.
Perhaps this person never hated Xie Xiaofeng, but hated the Xie family, hated those rules, hated Xie Wangsun, hated all the clansmen, and hated Xie Xiaofeng even more for never resisting and allowing himself to be manipulated.
But now Xie Wangsun is dead, and he died at the hands of Xie Xiaofeng. The second young master of the Xie family must have realized his mistake long ago.
If we have to say when it started, it was probably the moment this person learned that Xie Wangsun was dead.
Xie Longteng used this sword not only for himself but also for Xie Xiaofeng.
Even if you know you will lose, you still have to draw your sword.
Li Muchan said slowly: "He lost, but he wanted you to win."
Xie Xiaofeng stood there in a daze, but his eyelids were trembling violently and his pupils were shrinking rapidly, flickering like flames.
Li Muchan asked again lightly, "Now, are you sure you can win this battle?"
Yan Shisan's eyes flickered, he took a step forward, and whispered, "I want to fight you."
And what about Xie Xiaofeng?
He looked at the Xie family's magic sword in his hand and suddenly made an unexpected move.
"Bang!"
This divine sword, which represented the reputation and prestige of the Xie family, was actually broken on the spot by Xie Xiaofeng.
The broken sword wailed mournfully, but an incomparable and indescribable sword intent rose from the ground and soared into the sky.
