Xuanxia

Chapter 704: Sword Heart Clear
Before Jiang Baichuan got into trouble, people in the martial arts world would give him a thumbs-up and respectfully call him "Hundred-Armed Sword Immortal" when they mentioned him.

What is the Hundred-Armed Sword Immortal?

The first is speed, the second is breadth. He knows thousands of sword manuals in the world. When he swings his arms, they turn into thousands of shadows. One sword shadow can perform one sword style. In the blink of an eye, he can use thousands of sword techniques. He is called the Hundred-Armed Sword Immortal.

This amazing skill also earned him the title of "Invincible Under the Stars".

In this world, no matter he is a master or a mediocre one, no one would doubt whether he can break through the Xuanxing realm.

Everything is just a matter of time.

People even speculated with relish that although Jiang Baichuan was not young, would he be able to surpass Ning Baimei one day and become the next number one in the world?

But after his accident, no one hoped that he could break through Xuanxing anymore.

Also... maybe there is, but that is also the "Lord", Huijue, who stands on the same line as the Master of Xiyu Pavilion.

They are the public enemy of the world.

After the battle at the Xiyu Pavilion headquarters, Jiang Baichuan fled and had not been seen or heard from for several months. Many people were relieved, but they were also worried.

No movement means he is not in good condition.

But it is also possible that he is in seclusion to achieve a breakthrough.

Until today, everything is revealed.

He made a breakthrough, but instead of lighting up the Xuanxing, he took a strange path that no one had ever walked before!

Only my way?

What is the way of me?
Such a question flashed through Li Jingzhe's mind.

The next moment, dense swarms of broken swords pierced through his body.

The long sword was upright, the sword energy was flowing, and the Mingjian Zhishi brand emitted a black light, condensing into an illusory shield around him, but it could only resist for three breaths.

Blood exploded on him.

Hong Zhi standing by wasn't much better.

The broken sword scraped a big gash on his beautiful face, and then slammed into his armor like raindrops, making dense clanging sounds. He swung his spear so hard that water could not penetrate it, but the huge force pushed him back continuously.

But in just three or four breaths, the knuckles of his hands were cracked, his spear was knocked away, and several corners of his armor were broken off. The broken sword pierced his body with a bloody mist and knocked him to the ground.

This is the case for the Cave Heaven-level experts, let alone others.

Those one hundred elite imperial guards had no power to resist at all.

The military tactics they had just displayed together were broken, and they were all injured. Now they were drenched by the fine rain of swords. They groaned in pain, and rolled down from the roof of the library, with no idea whether they were alive or dead.

The secret envoys who were a little further away drew their swords to fight back, but one by one their swords were knocked away or pierced through the body. They fell to the ground wailing in pain, like wheat being harvested.

Even the golden array in the sky was cracked under the bombardment of these broken swords, and finally exploded!

Outside the Xuanmeng headquarters, a group of spellcasters, including Ning Wuwang, had tears of blood in their eyes, blood spurting out of their mouths, and fell to the ground with a groan.

This terrifying rain of swords also fell on Hua Wuying and his fellow junior brothers and sisters behind him.

"No! Stop!"

Hua Wuying yelled and raised his hands subconsciously.

He did not swing his sword, perhaps because he did not have time to draw it or perhaps because he felt that drawing the sword was useless. He just raised his hands in vain to protect himself.

But he was not protecting himself, but the fellow students behind him who were terrified and confused.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The former disciples of the Wulin Alliance looked up at Jiang Baichuan in the sky.

Once they looked at him with only respect and admiration in their eyes.

But now, there is only fear, resentment and avoidance.

Perhaps at this moment, not many of them were afraid of their impending death.

Just as Hua Wuying had shouted out in front of Jiang Baichuan, these disciples had died once on the day they entered the Nether Prison, and that time, it was Jiang Baichuan who stabbed them.

So what difference would it make if he stabbed me again today?
But there was one person who didn't want to.

There was one person who was afraid.

Hua Wuying was afraid.

After Jiang Baichuan left, he couldn't bear to see his fellow junior brothers and sisters wandering around and being looked down upon.

The Wulin Alliance was not founded by Jiang Baichuan alone; many people contributed to it.

When the altar was being built, they were only in their teens, carrying bricks and wood, and building houses and buildings every day. When the Wulin Alliance recruited various small and medium-sized sects to join the alliance, it was these disciples who traveled thousands of miles to persuade them one by one, drank wine at every event, and helped mediate every matter.

Those secret books, those riches, and that reputation were not accumulated by Jiang Baichuan alone.

Hua Wuying knew better than anyone how much his fellow junior brothers and sisters had silently endured.

He couldn't bear to ask them to give up everything and leave to become stray dogs in the world.

Therefore, he tried his best to gather them together and not let anyone get separated, so as to build the Xuanmeng.

Whose dream is Xuanmeng? Is it Jiang Baichuan's dream?

Perhaps, but Hua Wuying established the Xuanmeng in the hope that he and his people would not get separated, and that everyone could be together and go further, to the future that everyone had envisioned and imagined when they were young.

It's the same now.

He feared death more than anyone else.

None of the people behind me can die.

But this rain of swords will not spare anyone.

If possible, Hua Wuying hopes... he can stop this rain of swords.

Then the rain of swords stopped.

In other words, only he and the rain of swords in front of them stopped.

The violent rain of broken swords was still whistling, but the iron sword fragments in front of Hua Wuying were all suspended in the air, hovering in front of his raised hands.

He looked at the stopped iron sword fragments in astonishment, and the first thought that came to his mind was that Jiang Baichuan had spared them.

But he soon realized something was wrong—he could sense them!

He could sense the sword intent of Jiang Baichuan, "pressing forward courageously and seeing nothing in his eyes," on these fragments, but something in his heart was invading them little by little, and even swallowed up the sword intent that Jiang Baichuan left in them!

"Oh?"

In the sky, Jiang Baichuan sensed something, turned his head and looked over here.

The next moment, the rain of swords instantly gathered together and condensed into a long sword in his hand again.

But this time, there was a hole in the iron sword in his hand.

There are still some iron sword fragments floating in front of Hua Wuying.

Hua Wuying's mind was clear.

He lowered his hands amid the surprised gazes of his fellow students behind him.

The iron sword fragments fell to the ground with a sound.

"I see."

Jiang Baichuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Wuying, this is your sword heart."

"This is my sword's heart."

Hua Wuying looked at Jiang Baichuan from afar, but his voice was extremely cold: "You always said that I have too many distracting thoughts in my mind, and I can't move forward without seeing anything - now, I understand."

"I'm not following your path."

"You want to be invincible, but what I want is peace and happiness."

"My swordsmanship is to protect my relatives and friends, and to keep my heart."

Only then did he draw out his sword and point it at Jiang Baichuan in the sky.

On the ground, countless people fell and blood flowed into a pool. It was unknown how many people died in this rain of swords.

Jiang Baichuan was hovering in the sky with an indifferent expression, like a devil or a ghost.

"Jiang Baichuan!"

Hua Wuying said in a shocked voice: "For the sake of world peace, one day, I will kill you!"

The sound is like thunder, shaking the sky!
“Hehe…hehehahahaha…”

Jiang Baichuan listened and grinned. After a few laughs, blood began to flow from his mouth and nose, and his face became even more gray and old. It was obvious that after this battle, he was not as relaxed as he looked.

But he didn't seem to care. He just raised his head, moved his body, went up to the sky, and disappeared.

In the wind, only an unusually cold voice was left.

"I'm waiting for you."

(End of this chapter)