Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 367: The Dust Settles, Who is the Best?
In a moment.
Yan Shisan widened his eyes and looked at the broken sword in his hand with a look of shock.
This sword was forged by Gongzi Yu at the order of several skilled craftsmen, who spent ten days and ten nights to forge it. It contains rare gold and iron from eight directions. It is not stained by dew in summer and frost in winter. It can kill people without staining them with blood. It has been with him for many years and is a rare and divine sword.
Since he entered the martial arts world, countless senior veterans have been defeated by this sword, and countless up-and-coming talents have fallen by this sword.
But now, the sword is broken.
What cut off the sword was actually a crystal hair.
It was a strand of white hair, twisted between Li Muchan's fingers, rising and falling with the wind, like a peerless divine sword, silently cutting off the weapon in his hand.
Xie Xiaofeng was also shocked.
Yan Shisan's sword was even more perfect than Xie Longteng's fifteenth sword, but he didn't expect that the sword was cut off by a hair halfway through.
But Yan Shisan quickly focused again. Although the sword was broken, the man was not dead yet and still had hope.
As long as life is alive, the sword's power will never be extinguished.
Yan Shisan's eyes were bright but his spirit was shining. He held the broken sword in his hand and looked ahead.
He must thrust this sword.
The broken sword is still sharp. Not only is this man's momentum intact, but his edge is even sharper than before.
And the broken sword has been restored to its original state.
It was not that the broken sword was recast, but that a black sword light suddenly emerged from the broken sword, instantly repairing the sword body.
Destroy and then rebuild, a shocking sword.
This sword has surpassed the fifteenth sword.
The fatal sixteenth sword?
No.
If the fifteenth sword was a sword filled with the breath of death, then this sword had a glimpse of life.
It’s like a cycle, a dead tree comes back to life in spring, and even after reaching its end, it can still move forward.
As the sword was drawn, what Li Muchan saw was as if the night had ended and the day had dawned.
Suddenly, a ray of golden light shone through the dark
The snow goes away and the day breaks.
Yan Shisan grasped the sword with both hands. The broken sword in his hand had already blossomed with a brilliant brilliance, as if it could compete with the sun. He muttered, "What's the difference between life and death? I can break it with one sword!"
This person actually made a breakthrough in the middle of a battle and survived a desperate situation.
Li Muchan suddenly thought of Xie Longteng.
He could only think of this person, because it was this person who pushed Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan here, and then condensed this sword.
It was precisely because he had previously witnessed the Fifteen Deadly Swords and felt the changes therein, as well as the changes in Xie Xiaofeng, that Yan Shisan was able to use this sword.
This sword move was unprecedented and could not be described by ordinary sword techniques. Perhaps even Yan Shisan would not be able to make a second similar sword move.
This sword, combining the right time, right place, and right people, condensed the momentum of heaven and earth, and gathered the determination to move forward. Through Yan Shisan's flesh and blood body, it was pointed directly at Li Muchan.
“Puff!”
On the other side, a stream of blood suddenly appeared on Xie Xiaofeng's body.
He had been pierced through the chest by the edgeless sword swung by Li Muchan.
But this man seemed not to feel any pain at all. He pointed his sword and the splattering blood condensed and did not disperse, gathering at his fingertips like a magic sword.
The sharp edge rises again, and the sky is filled with blood.
Xie Xiaofeng dodged and rushed towards Li Muchan and Yan Shisan.
The sword was so powerful that it seemed to cover both of them.
He also longed for Yan Shisan's sword and wanted to give it a try.
Under this sword, there is no life or death, only victory or defeat.
However, a figure suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, standing between heaven and earth, separating him and Yan Shisan.
"I didn't expect to be able to enter again. It's really a pleasant surprise."
Li Muchan took another step, the snow under his feet rolled like waves, his black robe fluttered, and he looked at the two top swordsmen on his left and right. He slowly raised his hands and each of them raised a sword finger, as if pointing to the sky and drawing the earth, and then turned in the air, just like drawing two circles, as if to circle Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng.
The force of his fingers was like water, stretching out endlessly and vastly, giving people a feeling of sweeping away thousands of mountains.
Looking closely, one can see that all the frost and snow trapped in the circle by the finger force are like being peeled off from heaven and earth, floating away on their own, without a single piece falling to the ground.
Yan Shisan came with a sword in hand.
Xie Xiaofeng came with instructions.
Two shocking sword energies, powerful enough to transcend ancient and modern times, have arrived beside Li Muchan with earth-shattering power.
However, just when the two swords were about to touch Li Muchan, they both stopped in mid-air at the same time.
The sword's power soars into the sky, and the sword's intent is sharp and vigorous.
However, that tiny gap seemed like an insurmountable chasm, making it difficult to advance any further.
Li Muchan faced the wind and the snow, with thousands of snow waves under his feet. He looked up at the golden light that broke through the clouds and fell. Under the gaze of Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng, he changed his fingers into palms, pressed his palms into the air, resisting the attacks of the two men, and stood steadily, catching the two swords that shocked the world and made ghosts cry.
He actually blocked it.
After a brief moment of dead silence, Yan Shisan's cheek trembled and Xie Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows. The two men's swords were still full of energy and they were determined to defeat the best man in the world.
Li Muchan spread out his palms with his five fingers, as if capturing the sun and the moon, and took Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng, along with all their attacks, into his palms.
He moved both of his palms together, just like trying to pluck a star from a bucket. In a split second, the two of them were already in mid-air, lifted up, like the flying snowflakes just now, separated from the sky and earth, or as if trapped in a cage, unable to break free.
The sword energy released by the two now seemed as light as a feather, like a spring breeze blowing on your face, and was transformed into nothingness.
At this moment, Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng understood that they had already been defeated.
And they were defeated completely, with no chance of winning.
"This is the vast ocean." Li Muchan seemed to be explaining something.
If the formless magic skill is to make one's own existence invisible, then this method is to wipe out the opponent's momentum out of thin air, to fight the enemy with the head, and no matter how fierce the waves are, they will become nothing but gentle breeze and drizzle, and everything will disappear.
This method requires the use of the Wuxiang Divine Art to draw upon the power of the ocean, integrating the divine will and transformations of the other five supreme skills, transforming offense and defense into one, and controlling the universe within the palm of one's hand. Not only can one neutralize the opponent's offensive power, but one can also pluck flowers as knives, pluck hair as swords, transform decay into magic, and turn the power of others into one's own.
Even Li Muchan himself has not yet fully understood the mysterious changes.
After he finished speaking, Li Muchan held the two of them in his palms, standing on the top of the mountain, like an invincible martial arts saint. While changing between offense and defense, he lightly clenched his ten fingers, and the energy in his palms exploded immediately, like two thunderclaps.
In the violent flying snow, Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng coughed up blood and flew backwards, staggering back.
After glancing at the two of them, Li Muchan put his hands back into his sleeves, looked nonchalantly down the mountain, and said softly, "In this world of martial arts, too many people only think that winning or losing is about the sword, but they don't know that winning or losing is about the heart. Winning over others is nothing, winning over yourself is the key to being invincible!"
What a similar sentence! Zhu Si also said this when he died.
Li Muchan took one last look at the scenery at the top of the mountain, raised his hand, and pulled the long sword back into the air not far away.
"The road ahead is long, we'll meet again if we're destined to!"
After saying this, he took a step forward and went down the mountain without paying attention to the reactions of the two people behind him.
The sky is high and the earth is vast, and bursts of laughter drift in the wind.
"Haha, it feels so good, so good!"
