Chapter 644
Kunlun! The Nameless Sword
"I don't care who he is, if he dares to kill my Tu'er, I will tear him to pieces!"
The Bitter Saint walked alone, exuding a fierce killing intent.
Clang—!
After saying that, the dark iron sword, which had already been sheathed, was drawn again.
He didn't move his feet, but swung his longsword through the air.
Click—click—!
The sword flashed sharply, and hundreds of meters away from the summit of Mount Hua, rocks flew everywhere.
The light of the sword dharma image grew brighter and its power increased.
All that could be seen was through the clouds and mist; the opposite rock face became somewhat blurry at this moment, making it impossible to see clearly.
at this time,
The dark longsword was constantly carving, stabbing, slashing, chopping, cutting, and slicing against the rock wall!
All-encompassing!
This is the "Bitter Sea Technique" from the Kunlun Swordplay!
Standing to the side, Duan Shan looked up at the swordsmanship his master was displaying, his eyes sparkling, his heart filled with admiration.
Waaah—!
A vast net, with endless sword shadows, enveloped the surroundings.
This is the power of the Sword Domain.
Standing in the sword domain, Duan Shan felt as insignificant as an ant, as if he could be destroyed by the sword intent at any moment.
He believed that there were very few people in the world who could withstand his master's sword technique.
"Master, what's wrong with you—!"
hiss!
The next moment, when he saw what was on the rock face, he was shocked and could not believe his eyes.
In less than fifteen minutes.
A painting was actually carved into the rock wall by the endless power of the sword dao dharma image.
Standing atop a cliff, hundreds of meters apart.
They actually carved an enormous portrait into the opposite rock face.
The sword is drawn from Kunlun, the sea of suffering is boundless!
At first glance, it is the sword tomb of the Kunlun Sword Sect!
"Thirty years ago, I broke through to the Sword Saint realm, but due to the heavy sins I had committed, I violated the teachings of my sect."
"In order to enhance the power of my swordsmanship, I entered the Sword Tomb and took the 'No Regrets Sword,' which violated a major taboo of the sect, and I was expelled from Kunlun."
"However, I have no regrets about any of this, because it was with the Sword of No Regrets that I was able to break through to the second stage of the Meditation Realm—Severing Ties!"
"What is severing ties? It is cutting off all worldly affairs and giving up all inner interests and pursuits."
"After leaving Kunlun, I came to the top of Guanzhong Mountain and secluded myself for arduous cultivation."
"Although my swordsmanship level has not broken through again, my combat power has undergone earth-shattering changes and has reached the limit of the initial stage of Sword Saint."
Duan Shan remained silent, listening quietly to his master's teachings.
The beautiful women and concubines beside them remained silent.
Although they were Shen Duxing's concubines, they did not conceive any children for the Shen family.
The higher Shen Duxing's martial arts skills, the lower his chances of having children.
Because although he only has gray hair, he doesn't look old.
but,
His actual age was several decades ago when he celebrated his 100th birthday.
Shen Duxing continued:
"Duan Shan, you go and contact Prince Ning, Li Mu, and ask them to assist in the investigation to find out how Tu'er died."
“If it was Qian Wang Chen Jie who did it, then I, Shen Duxing, will return to the world and be irreconcilably opposed to Qian Wang.”
"Anyone who dares to kill my Tu'er, no matter who it is, will pay a bloody price."
"Even the 'Sword Master of the Shocking Clouds' of the Great Qian Dynasty's inner palace can't stop me, Shen Duxing, from stepping into the Central Plains."
"Furthermore, isn't Prince Ning, Li Mu, planning to rebel? Tell him that I, Shen Duxing, support him. Since he wants to rebel, let him do it. I will guarantee his absolute safety."
Join the WTO!
Indeed, to Duan Shan's surprise, his master Shen Duxing wanted to enter the world.
After living in seclusion for over thirty years, he has now chosen to re-enter the world!
Although Shen Duxing had already let go of worldly affairs and entered the second stage of the meditation of forgetting worldly ties.
but,
He ultimately couldn't let go of his son.
That's right, he only has one son.
He originally thought that by leaving a protective sword intent on himself, everyone in the martial arts world would give him face and not kill him outright.
but,
To his surprise, his son and his bodyguards were all killed, leaving no trace of their bodies.
Duan Shan was very clear that as long as his master went down the mountain and joined the camp of Prince Ning, Li Mu, and swore a blood oath, he would be in trouble.
Then,
The power under Prince Ning, Li Mu, will increase dramatically.
It should be noted that although Shen Duxing only had one son, he had nine disciples.
Each disciple made a name for himself in the martial arts world.
Shen Duxing represents not just a 'Sword Saint,' but all the forces behind him.
"Yes, Master! I'll make the arrangements right away and gather my fellow disciples together!"
finished,
Duan Shan turned and left the pavilion atop Mount Hua, flying down the mountain.
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Kunlun Sword Sect, at the summit of ice and snow!
"Kunlun Sword Sect, Sword Nameless, requests instruction from Prince Qian!"
An old man who looked like a hermit called out in a deep voice.
As he spoke, a sword-wielding phantom materialized behind him, and his arm slowly rose.
this moment,
The longsword in his hand was like a burning torch.
The raging fire was a manifestation of innate vital energy, its sharpness like a thorn.
obviously,
This sword is no ordinary object.
"I have offended you greatly today by ascending to the Kunlun Sword Sect!"
Chen Jie spoke calmly.
Swish!
He slowly raised the Wuji Sword in his hand, and a phantom of a giant dragon instantly surrounded the torch-like sword.
The longsword emitted a dragon's roar and burst forth with a sword beam.
It seemed as if the sword had acquired a spirit and was eager for the upcoming ultimate showdown.
This battle was not the first time Chen Jie had faced a 'Saint-level' powerhouse.
From his first battle with Archbishop Regus of the West in the waters off Ryukyu, to his final sword strike that killed him.
Next,
He was nearly killed when Miyamoto Musashi cleaved him into the sea from a hundred miles away with a single sword strike.
Until this moment, his battle with Jian Wuming, the sect leader of the Kunlun Sword Sect, was the third time he had encountered a 'Saint-level' expert.
"When I reached the Great Perfection of the Meridian Opening Qi, I fought against Archbishop Regus. Now I have broken through to the Divine Indestructibility realm. Witness my breakthrough to the Great Perfection of the Divine Indestructibility realm with the Nameless Sword, forging an invincible momentum for cross-border challenges."
Chen Jie took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
The Wuji Sword in his hand seemed to sense the surging fighting spirit within him.
Buzzing—buzzing—!
The sword trembled with a resounding clang, and the phantom of a giant dragon circled around it, the sword's radiance reaching its peak.
“Your swordsmanship is very similar to that of my Kunlun ancestor, the ‘Sword Ancestor of Limitless’, but at this level, everyone’s swordsmanship is different. Perhaps—you have a connection with our Kunlun Sword Sect.”
Jian Wuming looked up at Chen Jie and said meaningfully.
The fact that he said this to Chen Jie clearly shows that he already considers Chen Jie an evenly matched opponent.
Actually,
Of all the powerful figures in the entire Great Qian Dynasty, no more than five could catch his eye.
Almost all of them are Saint-level powerhouses who have retired from the martial world.
Even Li Aoshuang, the contemporary "Master of the Surprising Cloud Sword," was not qualified to be his opponent.
right now,
He had already acknowledged the existence of Prince Qian, Chen Jie, as someone in the entire Great Qian Dynasty who could rival a Saint-level expert.
The way of martial arts is not limited by age.
Although Chen Jie is only twenty-five years old, in the eyes of these martial arts masters who are over a hundred years old, Chen Jie has the right to be on equal footing with them.
Almost the instant the two sides finished speaking.
Jian Wuming's aura erupted instantly.
The sword domain of the Sword Saint realm began to spread, enveloping the surroundings, causing his clothes to flutter even without wind.
The surrounding snowflakes danced in the strong wind, forming what appeared to be a suit of armor, protecting itself.
His gaze shifted sharply as he looked up at Chen Jie.
Swish!
The next moment, he took a step forward and instantly closed in on Chen Jie.
Clang!
Chen Jie's eyes suddenly darkened, and he also swung his longsword, taking a step forward.
boom--!
His divine sense erupted, sealing off the heavens and earth, forming a domain. Atop the snow-capped mountain, a battle of epic proportions!
The clouds swept down like surging waves on the sea.
Boom! Boom!
A violent collision occurred between the forces of heaven and earth, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
At this moment, Chen Jie and Jian Wuming, standing atop the snow-capped mountain, appeared to be strolling leisurely and at ease.
but,
In an instant, both sides unleashed their full combat power, holding nothing back.
This is a battle at the level of a sword saint; victory or defeat hinges on a single thought.
The battle of divine consciousness is invisible and traceless.
However, the terrifying killing intent unleashed by both sides far surpassed any other state.
This round of sword domain clashes erupted with a deafening roar.
Swish-!
Chen Jie and Jian Wuming were both jolted by the backlash from the sword domain.
Next,
Both sides were as if struck by a meteorite from outer space, each retreating dozens of meters away.
puff--!
After a single exchange of blows, a trickle of blood spilled from Jian Wuming's mouth.
He suddenly looked up at Chen Jie, his gaze turning crazed and filled with fighting spirit, while his face also became ferocious.
Chen Jie's face also turned deathly pale, and he tasted blood in his mouth.
Such powerful sword domain power!
call!
Chen Jie took a deep breath and actually took a few more steps forward.
boom!
His life essence began to burn, and his condition not only did not decline, but became even stronger.
With this step, both of them shuddered once more.
"Cough cough—cough cough—!"
Jian Wuming's face grew even paler.
He knew that although his Spirit Refining Realm had broken through to the Forgetfulness Realm, he still did not have the advantage when facing Chen Jie's Sword Domain.
then,
Without the slightest hesitation, he took a few steps back and slashed his longsword through the air.
In an instant,
The sword strike, a condensation of the immense power of heaven and earth atop the snow-capped mountain, actually distorted space itself.
The wind and snow transformed into an enormous sword shadow, heading straight for Chen Jie.
In the instant it slashed down from mid-air, the outline of a human figure appeared on this giant sword formed from wind and snow.
At first glance, it looked as if someone was in the air, wielding a giant sword a hundred meters long, charging down towards where Chen Jie was standing.
"Hmph—Sword wielded by the primordial spirit!"
Chen Jie's eyes flashed, and he swung the Wuji Sword in his hand once again.
Buzzing—buzzing—!
this moment,
The Wuji Sword emitted a piercing roar, as if a long-awaited battle had finally arrived.
It grew larger as it faced the wind, and a crimson sword-like phantom appeared.
It was like a crimson rainbow appearing in the sky, connecting heaven and earth, and instantly slashing towards the illusory image of the primordial spirit wielding a hundred-meter-long giant sword.
In an instant,
The two sides approached each other without dodging or entanglement.
at this time,
The two sides seemed to have encountered a mortal enemy, and at the last moment, they actually clashed head-on.
It seemed that this head-on clash was destined to crush one side.
It's a battle to the death!
Neither of them wanted to back down; both wanted to defeat the other with the most powerful and fierce swordsmanship.
Clang clang clang—!
The sound of metal clashing echoed continuously.
Chen Jie's arms kept waving, as if an invisible force was restraining the sword dharma image in the air.
His swordsmanship was completely different from Jian Wuming's. Jian Wuming used his primordial spirit to wield the sword, while Chen Jie's cultivation level was not high enough. He had not yet condensed his primordial spirit and could only control the sword dharma form with his divine sense.
Such a direct confrontation would be extremely disadvantageous for Chen Jie.
but,
His life essence replenished the depletion of his divine sense.
As the sword dharma image slashed through the air, the whistling sound of the sword light echoed throughout the entire snow mountain peak.
Furthermore, shockwaves continued to blast around, preventing the wind and snow from getting within a hundred meters of either side.
The sounds of swords clashing echoed back and forth, revealing striking similarities in the swordsmanship of both sides.
A look of shock appeared in Jian Wuming's eyes. He kept swinging his left hand, while the longsword in his right hand began to undergo earth-shattering changes.
One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight—!
In the blink of an eye, one hundred and twenty-eight sword-wielding phantoms appeared before him.
Whoosh whoosh!
next moment,
One hundred and twenty-eight sword shadows actually formed a sword formation and headed straight for Chen Jie.
Chen Jie's expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of panic.
As the illusory sword shadows loomed over them, the situation became extremely critical.
His arm jerked outwards, and the Limitless Sword Shadow let out a dragon's roar.
Instantly, the surrounding天地 (heaven and earth) forces surged forth like a whale swallowing its prey, rushing towards the giant dragon conjured by the sword shadow and being frantically absorbed.
In an instant,
The sword shadows of the dragon's avatar began to circle around Chen Jie, their speed increasing.
Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by the sound of lightning and thunder, rings of sword-based protective energy formed around Chen Jie.
The sound of metal clashing continued to spread.
Those illusory sword images that materialized collapsed as soon as they approached Chen Jie's sword-based protection, unable to get any closer.
This is the manifestation of the power of the dragon's might, the second form of the Vajra Indestructible Body.
"Hmph! Since you like swordsmanship for protection, then today I'll let you protect to your heart's content!"
Jian Wuming snorted coldly.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly pressed down with his left hand.
next moment,
The sword phantom that had just materialized actually condensed again and underwent even faster fission.
The original 128 sword phantoms instantly multiplied to 256.
Then,
It split once again, transforming into 512 sword phantoms.
The entire space seemed to be filled with endless sword shadows, making people feel suffocated.
It is clear,
Jian Wuming began to burn his life potential, unleashing his strongest combat power.
These sword phantoms grew increasingly powerful, hurtling straight down towards Chen Jie.
In an instant,
The illusory swordplay trapped Chen Jie, sealing off all his escape routes.
It was clear that Chen Jie was about to be swallowed up and surrounded by Jian Wuming's sword illusory image.
but,
Chen Jie remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged.
He simply swung his arm, then his five claws.
Boom—!
A bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the sky.
This bolt of lightning was formed by Chen Jie absorbing the power of heaven and earth.
Although only a small portion was absorbed.
but,
When thunder evolved, a magical change occurred.
Just as he unleashed the Dragon Claw Hand technique, he unexpectedly triggered heavenly lightning, seemingly causing a tribulation.
"Oh no! How did I trigger the tribulation lightning?!"
Jian Wuming was greatly surprised.
Kunlun Mountain has a great array of heaven and earth that shields it from celestial secrets, so under normal circumstances, it is difficult for a tribulation of lightning to strike.
However, to his surprise, Chen Jie used the power of heaven and earth to generate thunder, causing the tribulation to resonate.
This lightning tribulation stirred up the dark clouds atop the snow-capped mountain.
For a while,
Dark clouds rolled in from the sky, and lightning kept falling.
Chen Jie was bombarded by lightning, and in the blink of an eye, a pool of lightning formed around him under Jian Wuming's sword domain.
The area of the Thunder Pool continued to expand, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring, as if the heavens and earth were being turned upside down.
The five hundred and twelve sword phantoms that Jian Wuming had condensed were completely shattered by the power of thunder the moment they appeared.
hiss--!
This scene sent chills down Jian Wuming's spine.
Damn it—
Can this be done?
He stared wide-eyed, not yet considering what method to use to counter Chen Jie's thunderous power.
Within the ever-expanding pool of lightning, the longsword in Chen Jie's hand transformed into a giant dragon, continuously devouring and refining the power of lightning!
Jian Wuming was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
The sword dao dharma form absorbs lightning? How the hell is that possible?! (End of Chapter)