Why not make a move?
This is a question well worth pondering.
If it were Mak Cansheng, he would not have minded taking care of Qing Yu after he had finished with the East.
“I don’t know why he didn’t make a move, but it’s not a bad thing for us after all,” Pei Dongliu said, “Now we can also spare our men to rescue the Human Emperor.”
The Human Emperor had been captured for more than a month and a half, and during this month and a half, the Great Qian had been fighting against the Eastern Empire, but had no time to worry about the safety of the Human Emperor. Now that they could finally spare their men, it was only natural that they should go and rescue the Human Emperor.
“Fine, let’s rescue the Human Emperor first.”
Mak Cansheng pressed down the doubts in his heart and said to Pei Dongliu, “How is your comprehension of the Armour Martial Scripture?”
“The “Scroll of Heaven” and “Scroll of Earth” have improved very little.”
Pei Dongliu first raised his hand to condense a trace of clear qi and a trace of earth qi, and then dispersed these two qi, and a force of cracking heaven and earth filled his palm, “But I have gained a lot from the “Scroll of Cracking” that I secretly stole from the Daoist Sect.”
The “Scroll of Rift” was widely circulated in the Dao Sect, and with the skills of Mak Cang Sheng and the others, it was not difficult to steal it.
“Perhaps it is because it matches my martial art.
Pei Dongliu stood with his fingers alongside each other, and a trace of the qi of the warrior’s weapon was cut out at the tip of his fingers, tearing a spatial rift in the air, “The intention of cracking the sky, and the Ten Transformations of the Heavenly Warrior have fused into one, my martial dao has improved again.
It is hard to imagine that such an all-encompa*sing martial arts scripture is in the hands of a young man like Qing Yu.
But when I think about it, I think Qing Yu is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and can manifest all kinds of qi energy, so he can be said to be on par with the legacy of the Tai Shang Dao Sect.”
“But ——,” Pei Dongliu frowned, “this kind of martial art has been pa*sed down too easily, and I fear there is some kind of trouble.”
The best thing to do is not to use the “Armor Martial Scripture” when we face Qingyu. He said.
If you want to talk about doubts, there are naturally some, and many more. But there are times when you don’t do something just because you think it’s problematic.
If you hadn’t cultivated the Armour Martial Scripture, you might not have been able to pa*s those previous hurdles, and at certain moments, even if you knew there were problems, you would have had to do it.
“Let’s go.”
The duo left, their figures disappearing into the air in an instant, leaving only this roiling sea of fire still blazing in place, devouring everything combustible.
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In the bitterly cold wasteland of the northwest, a lone peak like a sword stood above the wilderness.
A figure, slowly landing in front of the peak, looked at the lone peak in front of him and revealed a bitter smile, “Buried Sword Peak ——”
“I can’t imagine that after going round and round, I would end up back here.”
This person is precisely Yuan Jian Yi, who was instructed by Ren Piaomiao to go in search of the Sword God. He had been wandering around the jianghu for nearly a month, but finally came to the Buried Sword Peak.
“In the beginning, I stayed at the Piaomiao Sword Palace for the sake of the sword dao refinement, which made the peak master a few people have deep grievances, now that I have returned, I am afraid that I may not be able to meet the peak master.” Yuan Jian Yi shook his head and sighed.
Why couldn’t he see him? Naturally, it was because he had come after the Sword God’s trail.
At this moment, the Sword God was on the Buried Sword Peak, so naturally, the situation of the Buried Sword Peak Master and the others would not be too good.
After all, they were the descendants of traitors.
“Miso…”
Yuan Jian Yi slowly drew out the Thousand Sky Snow Ling gifted to him by his master, and carried the snow-like white sword as he slowly stepped onto the mountain path.
The Buried Sword Peak originally had no mountain path, it was a steep and lonely peak. Those who lived on the peak were at worst martial artists of the True Dan realm, and the existence or otherwise of a road was meaningless to them.
But now, the road appeared.
The stone steps were newly chiselled at first glance, full of brand new marks, and ——
sword intent.
Yuan Jian Yi picked up the steps, his feet stepped on the sword, and a clanging sound was emitted between his steps. That was his sword intent confronting and fighting with the sword intent on the stone steps.
Each of the sword intent on these stone steps was enough to cause a True Dan realm martial artist to explode and die, making even the Tong Shen realm have to be careful with them. One could tell that the person who had left behind the sword intent must be a powerful swordsman.
However, it was not a Sword God.
There seemed to be a sword aura in Yuan Jian Yi’s eyes as he kept his pace, and in the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred visions fell behind him.
With his current strength and sword realm, apart from the Sword God, all the other sword dao powerhouses could have a fight, as there was no other supreme powerhouse in the sword dao apart from the Sword God.
Although everyone thought that that Palace Master of the Misty Sword Palace was also a Sword Dao supreme, Yuan Jian Yi could tell others with certainty that that person was a supreme, but not a Sword Dao supreme.
“The Sword Dao has been in decline for a long time, and if not for Palace Master Ren opening up the Sword Palace and setting up the sealed Sword Tower, then the next supreme power of the Sword Dao could be said to be a long way off.”
Yuan Jian Yi faced the old man on the first hundred steps and said as such.
“So, you then want to use the Sword Palace to achieve your own supremacy?” The old man on the steps, Shen Cangwu, the Great Sword Master of Buried Sword Peak, asked.
Yuan Jian Yi’s prediction had gone wrong; not only had the Sword God not made things difficult for the Buried Sword Peak’s people, he had even allowed them to come here to meet with him. The Fragrance of Books
“The word use should not appear. I truly want to achieve supremacy, and I also truly believe that the Misty Sword Palace will become the next Sacred Land of the Sword Dao.” Yuan Jian Yi.
“Even if this Sword Dao Sacred Land replaces the Sword God Lake?” Shen Cangwu’s face turned stern.
“Elder Shen,” Yuan Jian Yi locked eyes with him, “Sword God Lake, it has long been gone.”
The Sword God Lake had disappeared over 150 years ago, and it would not reappear today. Because the Sword God would not agree, Ren Piaomiao would not agree, and the other Sword Masters would not approve of the Sword God Lake taking on the name of a sacred place of the Sword Dao once again.
Only Shen Cangwu, an old man of the Sword God Lake, is still tirelessly hoping for the reappearance of the Sword God Lake.
“To imprison oneself in the past is not the right way.”
“Your sword dao is what this so-called past has given you.” Shen Cangwu spoke in a cold voice.
“Whether it is right or wrong, let the sword speak for itself.”
Yuan Jian Yi gently raised his sword, and the sword was quietly approaching.
He was not good at articulating his views, and asked himself if he could not convince the old man in front of him, so if that was the case, then let us use the sword to speak.
“Miso miso–”
The sword intent that broke through the clouds could not hurt the Buried Sword Peak by a single inch, as if there was an invisible force protecting it.
But at this moment, the two of them had no intention to care about this strange situation, for their eyes were only on their opponent.
“Whew…”
A fresh breeze brushed by, two swords sounded and sword qi rushed to the sky.
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The top of Buried Sword Peak.
The Sword God turned his back on the sword qi that rushed up to the sky, his hands gently washed in the sword pond, then took the white towel handed to him by Gongye Baiwu and wiped it carefully.
“Gongye, how long do you think Shen Cangwu can stop Yuan Jian Yi?”
“Around a hundred moves, Yuan Jian Yi can beat Shen Cangwu.” Gongye Baiwu said back.
He was a master of sword casting and also a master of the sword dao, his own cultivation level was at the Tong Shen realm, so he could naturally see the contrast between the strength and weakness of these two sword powers.
Compared to Shen Cangwu, who was old and had lost his sharpness, Yuan Jianyi’s advantage was too great, and he said it was a hundred strokes, still on account of the fact that Shen Cangwu was once the Grand Sword Master of the Sword God Lake Sword Discourse Hall.
“Yuan Jian Yi’s experience may be insufficient.” Gongye Baiwu stated the reason why he thought it was a hundred strokes.
“I do think that within ten moves, the winner will be known.”
The Sword God shook his head, “Yuan Jian Yi has obtained the sword intent I left in the Sword Tablet, and he has also received the dying legacy of my rebellious disciple, and he has also been nurtured by Ren Piaomiao, if he still cannot win against Shen Cangwu, a rotten sword, within ten moves, I will personally draw out his sword intent and nullify his sword dao.”
Any one of these three encounters is unattainable, and no other swordsman can expect to get any of them in a lifetime.
If Yuan Jian Yi was not able to win easily, the Sword God felt that he could not stand to watch.
As he spoke, the swords were shifting and fighting fiercely outside the peak, and it was estimated that it was nearly ten moves.
“No Self, No Sword.”
Yuan Jian Yi’s eyes were empty, the heart of his sword was empty, his body and sword seemed empty, his sword was like a gleam, and he nailed his sword on Shen Cangwu’s long sword that was straddling his side.
The tip of Qianxiao Xueling’s sword entered the body of the longsword and swept past the side of Shen Cangwu’s neck, lightly taking a strand of white hair.
“Elder Shen, you are defeated.”
The snow-white longsword seemed to be non-existent as it was drawn back again, and Yuan Jian Yi spoke softly, pa*sing by Shen Cangwu, leaving only the obvious sword marks on the longsword, and the words that rang in his ears.
The two exchanged ten strokes, and Shen Cangwu was defeated.
“No more, no less, exactly ten strokes,” Gongye Baiwu sensed the sword fight under the peak and lamented softly, “I never thought that the master of that childish sword intent outside the Heavenly Melting Mountain would now be this accomplished.”
When Yuan Jian Yi’s senior brother and sister went to Heavenly Melting Mountain to seek a sword for him, they met Qing Yu, and then after receiving a message from his senior brother, Yuan Jian Yi rushed to Heavenly Melting Mountain, wanting to see who had made the former Sword God Lake sword-casting master forge a sword for him.
It was also then that Gongye Baiwu sensed Yuan Jianyi’s sword intent.
That was the only encounter between the two of them, and after that, there was no more connection. Today, when they meet again, they find that the other has reached such a stage.
But when I think of the other person involved in that encounter, the unqualified swordsman who took over the World’s Greatest Hits from him, I feel that this sigh is not enough.
Who would have thought that now, a few years later, that unqualified swordsman would have become the world’s most popular figure?
“If we defeat Shen Cangwu within ten moves, the rest of them will be hard to escape defeat, that is, the final White Peak Master will be a bit tricky.”
Gongye Baiwu said and said to the Sword God, “Yuan Jianyi has not let the Sword God down.”
Gongye Baiwu was also delighted to see a successor to the Sword Dao, and he believed that the Sword God was the same.
He was right in guessing that the Sword God, at this moment, was naturally elated in his heart. However, the Sword God’s joy was not for the sake of a successor to the Sword Dao, but because the arrival of Yuan Jian Yi represented a certain message.
