The whole city of Chang'an was shaken.
Between Li Qiubai and Chang'an City, there was a huge aura as huge as the Lancang River.
A surge of sword energy surged out from left to right.
Niu Er jumped out, and the Taoist weapon that had been covered in dust for thousands of years regained its former glory as the sword master opened the way again.
Like a broken sword being reforged.
Then, its momentum returned.
A light as clear as water flashed across the three-foot-long sword of Niu Er, lingering in glory.
The buzzing sound of the sword echoed between heaven and earth, and spread out like ripples at a terrifying speed, spreading in all directions.
The heaven and earth resonate with the sound of the sword, and all things and myself, joy and sorrow are forgotten.
Everyone who witnessed this sword gasped.
Finally, as the sword came out.
The world became silent, with only the whistling sound of flying swords cutting through the sky.
Everyone looked up following the sound.
Chang'an, the capital of Daxia, was once flourishing with flowers and crowded with people. As the largest city in the human world, its urban construction layout is extremely well planned, unlike some small cities where the streets are winding like spider webs.
Its first line of defense, which is also the first impression people have of Chang'an, is the Xuanwu Gate.
The Xuanwu Gate is extremely majestic and reflects a cold light under the sunlight.
There is a sword mark in the very center of Xuanwu Gate, and the sword intent on it has remained for ten thousand years. This was left when Li Qiubai first ascended to the Sword Fairyland.
You must know that the Xuanwu Gate, as the facade of Chang'an, is made of ten-thousand-year-old black iron, and is engraved with exquisite and mysterious magic patterns. It would take an extremely long time for an ordinary ninth-level cultivator to blast through this gate.
Only Li Qiubai could easily leave a sword mark on this door.
The bull's ear rotated slightly, generating a strong airflow that remained on the trajectory of the bull's ear, like a flame tail.
It went straight to Xuanwu Gate, advancing without retreating.
The next moment, there was a loud bang.
The Xuanwu Gate, which was like a majestic Great Wall and seemed solid and indestructible to the world, was instantly shattered into countless tiny pieces by this sword. The pieces flew all over the sky and did not cause any obstruction at all.
Niu Er continued to rush forward with unstoppable force.
Behind the Xuanwu Gate is the spacious Xuanwu Road.
With Xuanwu Road behind Xuanwu Gate as the central axis, buildings on both sides are arranged in sequence, which is magnificent.
Niu Er jumped out of the door gracefully.
Wherever it passed, the tiles of the buildings on both sides were pulled by the invisible energy and were blown away and flew upwards.
There was a bell tower in a Taoist temple. The eaves on the top of the tower broke straight off as if it was crushed by a mountain. Then the bell tower collapsed downwards as if it had been cut smoothly by a sword.
The central avenue is extremely wide and leads directly to the Guangming Gate in the inner city.
A flying sword like thunder blasted open the Gate of Light again.
That sword passed through Qixia Gate, Mingde Gate, Anhua Gate, Yanping Gate, Jinguang Gate, Kaiyuan Gate...
In addition, there are many buildings and walls blocking the way, but to this flying sword, its dominance is as if there is nothing else in the world. Anyone who dares to stand in its path, whether it is an object or a person, will be turned into dust.
Then, continue to Gwanghwa Palace, Gyeongyo Palace, Fanglin Palace, Tonghwa Palace, Chunmyeong Palace, Yeonheung Palace...
When the Niu Er encounters a door, it opens it; when it encounters a palace, it breaks it.
Just like its sword master, the path of sword is bumpy, so if you encounter mountains, you can move them, and if you encounter water, you can block the river.
The sky and earth merged, leaving only a thin line.
This line is the sword thrown by Li Qiubai.
This is a truly straight line, and nothing encountered on the road will hinder Niu Er's progress.
From south to north, it ran through the entire Chang'an, smashed the Xuanwu Gate, and continued forward along the long Imperial Road. Wherever it passed, the aura was so strong that the bluestone slabs on the streets cracked and turned into powder.
At the center of the central axis, which is the most central and important location in the entire Chang'an City, stands the Great Xia Palace.
This is the political center of Daxia and the embodiment of power.
But at this moment, a long sword broke through the palace gate.
Its target is naturally not the Daxia monks in the palace.
The line between heaven and earth is a thousand feet high, rising into the sky, with an imposing manner that stands in the way of the heavens and the earth, and with a mighty and majestic momentum, it pierces upward in the air.
Xia Qing, standing above the palace, faced the oncoming sword with a solemn expression and a frown on his face. He didn't know whether he was more shocked or angry.
There was a storm in his heart.
This is Li Qiubai's sword that opens the way.
Xia Qing's blood rushed to the sky and he was extremely solemn.
He held the Luzun Spear in his hand and thrust forward with the spear in a defensive posture.
The muscles on his sturdy bronze arms were as hard as rocks, containing the power to split mountains and seas.
On one side, Qi is flowing and surging, while on the other side, blood is raging like a vast ocean.
Xia Qing is the strongest physical cultivator among the human race today.
Spear and sword collided.
There was a loud bang.
Where the two collided, the energy was surging, like a layer of mirror.
Then, the sky opened up and became full of light and colors.
A beam of light fell from the sky.
At this moment, Xia Qingnaru's face was filled with horror that could no longer be concealed.
Because, this is...Heaven's Gate.
It’s not his Tianmen, it’s Li Qiubai’s Tianmen.
boom!
There was another particularly majestic and spectacular column of bright light falling straight down from the sky, from top to bottom.
Two pillars of light stood.
The gate of heaven is complete.
The Lu Zun spear is seven feet long.
The bull is advancing inch by inch.
With every inch of advancement, the Lu Zun Spear disappeared an inch.
Every time a foot long spear disappeared , Xia Qing would bleed.
When only one foot of the seven-foot-long spear was left, Xia Qing's eyes and ears were bleeding profusely. The miserable appearance of the only half-ancestor of the human race was truly horrifying.
"Li Qiubai..." Xia Qing's face was covered in blood, but he looked pale.
He knew that Li Qiubai, who had resumed his sword art, was now extremely powerful, but he did not expect him to be so powerful.
Entering the Tao is the peak, and a sword comes out of the sky.
But the problem is that sword cultivation is about opening up the way, not integrating the way.
To develop such a powerful sword art, the luck required is probably second only to the luck of heaven.
If Li Qiubai had reached such a level of swordsmanship ten thousand years ago, even with the part of Great Xia's luck borrowed by Xia Xiaoxiao , it would not be enough to protect him.
But now, the luck of Great Xia in Li Qiubai's body has dissipated, but his swordsmanship has reached an even higher level. This increase and decrease means that the day he opens the sword will be the day Li Qiubai dies.
This will be the pinnacle sword strike of all sword masters in the world, and also Li Qiubai's last sword strike.
"All cultivation efforts are hard-earned, why would you want to make such a mistake?" Xia Qing murmured, with all kinds of emotions flowing in his eyes.
The last foot of the spear was blown away by the wind.
A line of sword collides with the body of the half-ancestor.
Xia Qing's clothes were bloody as if they had been cut into pieces.
In just a moment, Xia Qing almost died.
But the power of the sword is still growing.
Xia Qing was struck by lightning and his whole body was shaking violently. His golden blood gushed out like a floodgate opened, and endless wisps of golden mist spread between heaven and earth.
The sword had already pierced through Xia Qing's body.
This half-ancestor who had been planning for ten thousand years closed his eyes, his body was riddled with holes as if pierced by thousands of swords, he fell to the ground, his breath stopped.
His thousands of years of planning and his martial arts skills were ultimately defeated by Li Qiubai's sword skills.
An invincible sword.
Everything is settled, but it’s not over yet.
Li Qiubai looked at the women in the city.
Xia Zhao's face was already covered in tears, but she didn't look sad at all.
He leaned forward slightly and said softly, "Don't cry."
The woman's eyes were dazed. When she heard Li Qiubai's voice, she smiled through her tearful eyes.
Smile like a flower.
Li Qiubai smiled, without too many regrets, and felt unexpectedly cheerful. He said loudly, "Since Li Qiubai has been the leader in swordsmanship for thousands of years, my last sword should be used to open up new paths for future generations."
"Just watch this sword carefully." He raised his head and said softly, practicing sword skills with all the sword practitioners in the world.
Knowing that he is doomed to die, Li Qiubai wants to do one last thing.
He wanted to force open the gate of sword for all the sword practitioners in the world.
Chang'an Sword Immortal, today I will give the way of sword an unparalleled elevation and an unparalleled fortune.
Niu Er continued to move forward.
This sword was meant to open up the sky.
The sword energy surged like a river, descending from the sky, as if it was going to destroy the glittering and colorful gate to heaven.
A crack appeared in it.
But at this moment, the green-robed swordsman who threw out the sword no longer looked at the scenery behind the Heavenly Gate that all sword practitioners in the world dreamed of, but just stared at the woman.
He wielded this sword not for himself, but for all the sword practitioners in the world.
No matter how beautiful the scenery behind Tianmen is, it is not as beautiful as the smile of the woman in my heart.
The green-shirted swordsman raised his hand and reached forward.
In the palace, the female ruler who was both crying and laughing had a tacit understanding and raised her hand as white as jade.
The two of them seemed to ignore the long distance between them and held hands.
Until now.
Blood oozed out from all the pores on Li Qiubai's body, instantly soaking and dyeing his blue shirt red.
A gentle breeze blew between heaven and earth.
Bringing a sense of righteousness.
The vast power of heaven and earth completely enveloped the Chang'an Sword Immortal.
At first, golden light rushed out from Li Qiubai's body.
This is Li Qiubai's sword luck, protecting him.
But the power of heaven and earth is too majestic and too unstoppable.
The golden light was quickly blown away.
Li Qiubai's green shirt began to dissipate, and then his body began to turn into smoke and dust.
First the legs, then the torso and arms.
In the end, there was only a breeze between heaven and earth, and no more blue shirts.
The sound was so sad and unlike the previous one, everyone in the room burst into tears when they heard it again.
From then on, there is no more Chang'an Sword Immortal in the world, no more Li Qiubai in the world, and there will never be another Li Qiubai.
In Chang'an's 20,000 years, there is only this one person.
…
The sound of a jade flute is playing in the dark, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luo City.
Seven thousand miles outside Chang'an City.
Streams of light cut through the sky.
Lu Qingshan stood at the bow of the boat, with a huge tide surging in his heart.
On a whim.
Something big is happening.
Buzz.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a sword.
Lu Qingshan looked up and around, initially thinking that he was hallucinating.
Afterwards, the sound of swords became louder and louder, coming from all directions.
"What did you find?" The master of Shuiyue Temple, who was driving the spirit boat, discovered something unusual about Lu Qingshan.
"Master, did you hear any strange sounds?" Lu Qingshan asked.
"Strange sound?" The head of Shuiyue Temple frowned and shook his head, "No."
Lu Qingshan was about to say something, but suddenly his whole body was shocked and he stood still.
"Just watch this sword carefully..." There was a gentle and mellow voice, which seemed to come from thousands of miles away, and also seemed to ring right next to the ear.
Then, in front of Lu Qingshan, a mysterious door suddenly opened, and inside it was a dazzling array of light, and the heaven and earth were full of strange visions, majestic and magnificent, and dotted with stars...
…
Three thousand miles outside Xiazhou is the blue sky.
The sword light cut through the sky, and wisps of spring breeze and white clouds lingered around the sword light.
It's like a green dragon swaying in the sea of ​​clouds.
In the sword light is Qingyun Sword Immortal, one of the three great sword immortals of the human race today.
Suddenly, the green dragon stopped.
The rainbow light dissipated, and a sword immortal with an extraordinary temperament appeared. He closed his eyes and pretended to listen attentively.
After a moment, he opened his eyes.
Before his eyes, there were also countless changes...
After a long time, the strange and magnificent scene disappeared, and Xie Qingyun closed his eyes, as if he was immersed in the scene just now, or as if he was reminiscing about something.
At the same time, a huge force was building up in him.
Behind him was a blue road, the end of which was hazy and misty.
The next moment, the clouds disappeared and the rain stopped, revealing a section of road shrouded in fog, as spacious as the blue sky.
Qingyun Sword Immortal's swordsmanship has advanced a thousand miles.
Make rapid progress.
Finally, Xie Qingyun clasped his hands together and bowed deeply in the direction of Chang'an City.
"Sword Sect thanks Qingyun, and Sword Immortal Chang'an for opening the gate to heaven for us sword cultivators."
The sound was long and echoed in the sky.
…
On this day, all the sword practitioners in the world heard a whisper in their ears and saw the grand spectacle of swordsmanship that they had never seen before.
Although what we saw varied greatly, we gained something in some way.
All the sword practitioners in the world were taught sword skills by the Sword Immortal Chang'an, and all inherited the kindness of Li Qiubai's sword.
How can such a person not be romantic?
How can I not be called the leader of kendo?
A long time later in the swordsmanship, or in the swordsmanship of the human race since then, the name Li Qiubai has been as shining as a star and lingering.
Because, when no one knew the way forward, he was the first sword practitioner to open up a new path for the sword.
With his own strength, he raised the swordsmanship of all sword practitioners in the world to a higher level.
He alone is the greatest swordsman in the world.
He made it clear to all sword practitioners in the world that although the way of the sword is an acquired way, it can also lead to the ancestral realm.
The significance of this is extremely profound - it turns out that human power can really reach heaven and earth, and can reach the extreme, and the acquired way is no less inferior to the innate way nurtured by heaven and earth.
The sword opened the sky gate, which was not only a big step for Li Qiubai, but also a big step for sword practitioners, and even more so a big step for all human practitioners.
If the so-called sword art, gun art, and other acquired ways appear in the future, I think some of the credit will belong to Li Qiubai.
The anthem of humanity is courage.
Li Qiubai's heroic feat today will inspire countless cultivators in the world in the future, giving them the confidence and courage to explore and follow the path they love and insist on.
People once commented that in the way of swordsmanship, there is one stone that is elegant and Li Qiubai is the master of eight.
Today, after Li Qiubai's sword strike, the sword art might owe him two fights.
…
The sky above Chang'an City was covered with dense clouds and mist, and a huge and strange vortex appeared, covering the entire sky.
This is a phenomenon of the disappearance of the Tao, a strange phenomenon that only occurs when a powerful cultivator dies.
Heaven and earth are tolerant and generous. They allow any living being to absorb its nutrients and grow, and they are loving to all things.
However, in the process of growing up, a powerful cultivator constantly absorbs spiritual energy from heaven and earth in order to advance, prolong life, fight, etc. The consumption is really too terrifying. Even if the will of heaven and earth is generous, it cannot turn a blind eye to it.
Therefore, after reaching the eighth realm, every step forward a cultivator takes must be tested by heavenly tribulations. In addition, once a cultivator at the ninth realm dies, it will surely trigger the phenomenon of the demise of the Tao.
This is a process in which a cultivator returns the fruits of his cultivation to the heaven and earth, and the energy released is extremely terrifying.
However, no one can absorb this terrifying energy, and can only let it return to the earth.
Because this is the will of heaven and earth.
No one can go against the will of heaven.
Today, a half-ancestor and a sword immortal died, and the celestial phenomenon was unprecedentedly terrifying.
Such a large-scale phenomenon has never appeared in the world before. It is almost comparable to the sight of a god ascending to heaven.
Heaven and earth were moved.
The vortex continued to spin, greedily absorbing the huge spiritual energy.
The clouds rolled and spread out layer by layer, and in an instant they covered almost half of Xiazhou.
In the vortex, it was as if the sun exploded, naturally emitting billions of golden lights.
The golden light was like a meteor, falling into Chang'an not far away, into Xiazhou, into the Zhongtian domain, and into the entire sky.
This is the sword that opens the sky. After the sword art is elevated to a higher level, the sword art luck overflows from heaven and earth.
It will be distributed to all sword practitioners in the world.
In the golden light, there was also a flash of rainbow light, rushing towards an unknown place.
That was the Taoist weapon, Niu Er, that was left ownerless after Li Qiubai's death.
The golden light transformed by the sword's luck tore the clouds in the sky into pieces.
Pieces of white cloud fragments wandered and spread out in the sky, and finally fell from the sky like snowflakes.
The debris flew everywhere, turning into heavy snow all over the sky and silver waves all over the ground.
In Xiazhou, under the heavy snow, no matter whether they were the high and mighty monks or the weak mortals, they all looked up, their hearts were extremely shocked, and they would never forget this scene in their entire lives.
It must be that the fairy was drunk and broke the white clouds into pieces.