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When the three sword intent trajectories solidified on the ancient scroll
It emitted a clear and melodious sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, startling crows on branches a hundred feet away into flight.
Rain-born Demon's "World-Destroying" sword strike froze halfway, the skull patterns on the black blade...
It even emitted specks of golden light—this was the first unusual phenomenon to appear in the thirty years he had cultivated the "Heaven-Shattering Sword Intent".
Suddenly, the aura surrounding Wei Changxuan transformed into the shape of a yin-yang symbol.
Lightning represents the yang fish eye, while blue light represents the yin fish eye.
As the two forces spun, countless derivative sword intents arose.
Like ripples spreading to a radius of ten miles.
As the sword demon gazed at the boy's furrowed brows, he suddenly felt as if a reflection of himself from thirty years ago was appearing before his eyes:
At that time, he was new to the martial arts world, seeking the "ultimate swordsmanship".
Only he knows the hardships and dangers he encountered along the way!
"Do you know that the last person who dared to do this is already a handful of dust?!"
Yu Shengmo smiled, a rare occurrence, sheathed his sword and took a half-step back. His demonic energy transformed into a gentle sword aura.
"But if you can survive this ordeal... you might truly glimpse the supreme realm of the unity of all swords."
On the ruins of the Broken Jade Pavilion, lightning and azure light finally condensed into a tangible sword beam.
Asking for flowers
A three-inch-long sword of chaos coalesced in Wei Changxuan's palm. Mu Nanzhi noticed beads of blood clots on the boy's eyelashes.
But when he opened his eyes, a clear, bright smile appeared on his face—a joy born from breaking free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao.
It is also a solitary courage to go against the current.
Ji Ruofeng inscribed in wild cursive script on the last page of the ancient scroll: "Autumn of the third year of the Tianqi reign."
The young Wei Changxuan comprehended the method of fusing the three swords at the Broken Jade Pavilion, his sword energy soaring to the heavens and shattering the nine layers of the sky.
Yu Shengmo stood with his hands behind his back in the mountain wind, watching the sword intent in the sky transform into fireflies.
Suddenly, I felt that the demons that had been weighing on my heart for many years were loosening a bit at this moment.
What should have been a decisive battle turned into a dramatic one due to the boy's extraordinary act.
It has left an indelible mark on the history of Kendo.
As the chaotic sword light soared into the sky, the fireflies formed from the sword intent lingered on the ruins of the Broken Jade Pavilion for a long time.
At Tianqi Academy, thousands of miles away, the stone statues of the successive founders of the Sword Sect suddenly cracked all at once.
The four characters "遇轩而开" (meaning "open when encountering a pavilion") are revealed inside.
Even more distant are the Kunlun Immortal Mountains, deep within the forbidden land of the "Primordial Sword Tomb," where the sound of ten thousand swords resonating echoes.
The illusory image of the ancestral sword, which had been dormant for ten thousand years, unexpectedly trembled three times.
And all of this was because of the boy who stood with a sword in the ruins.
With extraordinary talent, he carved out his own path of swordsmanship amidst the sword intents of two peerless experts...
Chapter 370 Li Changsheng's Contract!
Above the sky, thunderclouds surged like a raging sea.
Li Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, his silver hair and white beard fluttering in the strong wind.
The green wood barrier surrounding him was transforming into thousands of green light butterflies, which fluttered their wings and disappeared into his palm.
He gazed at Wei Changxuan, who stood in the arena, his clothes stained with blood, yet still holding his sword.
A smile spread across his face, and contentment flowed through the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
Brother Yu, look at this young man's swordsmanship—his sword moves with unparalleled ferocity as it dances like a dragon.
The finishing move is as gentle as spring water; this understanding of the "7-5-3" principle, which combines strength and gentleness, is far more insightful than what we had back then.
Before he finished speaking, Li Changsheng flicked his finger, and a wisp of azure light condensed into a tangible arrow.
It landed precisely on the bluestone beside Wei Changxuan, instantly carving a half-scroll of sword manual phantom image onto the stone surface:
If one can integrate this sword intent into the Chun Gong, one's future achievements may surpass those of you and me.
The boy's grip on the sword tightened suddenly, and the blade hummed.
Several wisps of green light actually traveled along the sword's edge, startling the disciples watching the battle into low gasps.
The sword intent surrounding Yu Shengmo remained undiminished, its three-foot-long gleam flickering like a venomous snake's tongue.
He transformed his entire body, which was ten feet in size, into a frozen, icy prison.
He scoffed coldly, his sword pointing directly at Li Changsheng's brow:
Stop trying to fool me with sweet talk! Ye Dingzhi has been missing for over half a month.
Do you know how many secrets were involved in the ancient bronze edict he investigated during this period?
Before the words were even finished, the clouds within a hundred miles suddenly condensed into ice crystals, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Li Changsheng remained expressionless. With a light wave of his sleeve, the countless ice crystals suddenly hovered in mid-air, transforming into specks of shimmering blue starlight.
His gaze was firm as he met Yu Shengmo's chilling eyes:
Brother Yu, let's end this battle here.
I assure you that I will give you an explanation regarding Ye Dingzhi's matter in three days.
The aged voice carried an undeniable authority.
His recent expedition to investigate clues about the ancient decree must have led him into an ancient secret realm; given his cultivation level...
Cultivation level? Yu Shengmo suddenly roared, his sword intent exploding outwards, shattering the hovering ice crystals into dust.
Do you know how many powerful beings perished when the ancient bronze token was last revealed to the world?
He took a step forward, and the bluestone beneath his feet cracked inch by inch. Li Changsheng, what makes you think I should believe you?
In an instant, an eerie silence fell over the world.
Li Changsheng slowly raised his hand, and a beam of azure light burst forth from his Dao Heart.
It condensed into ancient contract runes in the air.
As the runes flowed, the ancient emblem of Apocalypse Academy unexpectedly appeared.
And the dense array of Heavenly Laws:
I swear on the honor of Linglong 852 Tianqi Academy and on my own Daoist heart.
Three days later, Ye Dingzhi will definitely appear before you.
If I disobey, my Dao heart will be shattered, and I will be condemned to eternal reincarnation!
The moment the oath was uttered, the laws of the heavens within a radius of ten thousand miles trembled.
The cinnabar brush in Ji Ruofeng's hand fell to the ground with a thud.
The usually composed head of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion widened his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down:
Senior Li is betting the foundation of the academy and his own path!
The onlookers were in an uproar, for a cultivator's Dao heart was as precious as their life.
Such a vow is almost tantamount to betting one's entire future.
Yu Shengmo stared at the contract rune, his eyes filled with a mixture of killing intent and hesitation.
After a long while, he slowly sheathed his sword, and the sword intent around him receded like a tide.
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But it left sword marks on the ground: Okay! I'll trust you this once.
He raised his hand to catch the falling contract rune, and a crimson light emanated from his palm as he refined it.
But if we don't see Dingzhi in three days, our next meeting will not be as simple as it is today.
Before he could finish speaking, his figure transformed into a streak of blood-red light and vanished into the sky.
Only the deep, bone-revealing sword mark on the ground remained, telling the story of the tense and dangerous situation that had just occurred.
Chapter 371 The Coming Bloodbath!
The sword intent surrounding Yu Shengmo condensed into a blood-red rainbow, instantly tearing through the clouds.
The sound of something tearing through the air was like a thunderclap, and birds within a ten-mile radius were shaken and fell to the ground.
Even the guardian cranes circling above the Apocalypse Academy folded their wings in fear.
The sword light shot straight into the heavens, leaving a deep purple crack in the clouds.
It took a long time for the ice to slowly dissipate, leaving only a few scattered ice crystals drifting in the sky, reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.
As the crimson sword light completely disappeared, Li Changsheng's tense back suddenly relaxed.
The azure light surrounding him, like a punctured bubble, dimmed considerably.
He raised his hand and pressed it against his slightly trembling chest, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, spreading dark stains on his Taoist robe.
"Senior, are you alright?" Wei Changxuan tiptoed closer.
The blood-stained Taoist robe was still swaying gently in the wind.
The boy's eyes were filled with worry; just now, when the two powerful figures were locked in a standoff...
He clearly saw that, in order to stabilize the contract runes, a faint crack appeared in Li Changsheng's Dao heart.
Li Changsheng waved his hand, and the green wood mark that appeared on his palm flickered between light and shadow:
It's alright, it's just that forcibly invoked the laws of Heaven, which consumed some of the original energy.
He glanced at the trembling longsword at Wei Changxuan's waist, his smile deepening.
As for you, having forcibly broken through amidst the triple sword intent, did you gain anything?