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Chapter 487 Master and Disciple Battle Against Nameless

Jian Chen is dead.

He died at the hands of Po Jun.

Five years ago, when Ying Xun helped Li Yi snatch Yan Ying, they happened to encounter Po Jun trying to take Yan Ying and Jue Tian and his son away.

Then, Po Jun was beaten up by Ying Xun, who then handed him over to Wuming for disposal.

As it turned out, Wuming was kind-hearted and not only did not kill Pojun to avenge him, but also tried to influence Pojun and bring him back to the right path.

Three years ago, Po Jun recovered from his injuries and fled, but was discovered by Jian Chen, who then died at Po Jun's hands.

After Aotian briefly explained the reason for Jian Chen's death, Ying Xun was filled with emotion.

He couldn't say he had a good impression of Jian Chen.

Although the butterfly effect prevented Jian Chen from defiling Chu Chu, Jian Chen's betrayal of Wuming remained unchanged.

It was because of Jian Chen's betrayal that Wuming was captured by Wushen Juegong before Jue Wushen even set foot in the Central Plains.

It's hard to have a good impression of someone who betrays their master.

Of course, it's not entirely true that one's impression of Jian Chen was terrible.

Throughout the world of Fengyun, Jian Chen's life was full of twists and turns. In his early years, he was a chivalrous swordsman who passed on the Hero Sword. In the middle period, he was ruined by jealousy and betrayed his mentor many times for personal gain. After many hardships, he finally realized his mistake and returned to the right path. In the final chapter, he was killed by Hayato Ten'in in order to stop the Great Calamity of the Thousand Autumns.

Overall, Jian Chen was a righteous person, so Ying Xun naturally couldn't possibly dislike him too much.

Therefore, Ying Xun was more lamenting that Wuming was too kind.

Kindness is a double-edged sword; sometimes it hurts others and yourself.

How to use it depends on the person.

The nameless one is clearly the wrong target.

"Condolences."

Wuming nodded without saying anything, but his eyes were filled with unconcealed guilt, and he suddenly became desolate and forlorn.

Ying Xun wasn't good at comforting people, so he simply changed the subject: "By the way, this girl is my apprentice, and she wants to learn a thing or two from you."

Before he could finish speaking, Ao Tian said, "Master, I am also your disciple."

Ying Xun was speechless: "When did I say you weren't my disciple? If you want to learn from Brother Wuming, wait until you can beat your senior sisters. Asking you to take action now would just be embarrassing."

"Alright."

Ao Tian smiled, not feeling disappointed by his master's evaluation. Instead, he said excitedly, "Senior Sister, you go!"

Third Tong nodded, looked at Wuming, clasped his hands and said, "I have heard the legends of your martial arts world since I was a child, and I have always admired you. Please do not hesitate to teach me."

"Sure, come on."

Wuming did not refuse. After all, as a senior in the martial arts world, it was not appropriate to refuse a junior's request for guidance. Moreover, he had a good relationship with Ying Xun and wanted to see what kind of disciple Ying Xun had taught.

"Senior, be careful."

Swish!
A flash of light, and the sword was drawn.

If you examine this knife closely, you can see two characters on its blade.

—A light dream.

Light Dream is the name of this knife.

The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as melancholy.

This knife is very light, as light as a freely flying flower, as light as an endless drizzle, as light as... a dream.

This also corresponds perfectly to the sword technique that the third Kirito specializes in—Flowing Light Breaks Dreams.

Facing the legendary martial arts master Wuming, Third Tong unleashed her most skillful and strongest move: the Flowing Light Dream-Severing Blade Technique.

The first move of "Flowing Light Breaks Dreams": Flowing Light.

The blade flashed and approached Nameless in an instant, its speed unbelievable.

Even the nameless one was somewhat surprised.

He had never seen such a fast strike before; it was truly like a streak of light, arriving in a flash.

However, it was merely surprise.

Without even drawing his Hero Sword, Wuming flicked his wrist and unleashed the Hidden Name Sword Technique.

An invisible sword aura burst forth, transforming into a sword that seemed almost tangible, easily blocking the third Tong's strike.

Third Tong changed her move extremely quickly. With a twist of her slender waist, her dress fluttered as her long sword instantly slashed out with thousands of blades of light, engulfing Wuming like a tidal wave.

This move is not only fast, but also has a wide attack range, making it impossible to dodge.

It was the second move of the Flowing Light and Broken Dreams – A Thousand Lights in an Instant.

The nameless finger forms a sword, with one finger thrusting forward.

This finger strike was unexpected, even incomprehensible, yet it seemed to be unrestrained and unpredictable, like a gazelle hanging its horns – a truly inexplicable move in the mysterious sword technique.

When that finger was thrust out, San Tong's swordsmanship froze instantly.

Because the nameless finger landed on the blade, it directly interrupted the subsequent attack.

Despite having his two consecutive attacks easily broken by the nameless one, Tong showed no discouragement or panic at all.

Because she knew very well that Wuming was not someone she could test with just two moves; otherwise, Wuming wouldn't have the reputation of being a martial arts legend.

All of Kirito's murderous intent was hidden in his final strike.

It can be said that the eight moves preceding the "Flowing Light Breaks Dreams" technique are all preparations for the final strike, accumulating momentum for that final blow.

With the previous eight moves executed one by one, the third Tong's aura had reached its peak, and the sword energy spread all around, with an unparalleled sword momentum condensing on Qingmeng.

With a flash of light, the final strike, "Severing Dreams," was unleashed.

The sword energy that had been spreading around was stirred, and it poured down like a waterfall, completely enveloping Wuming.

Even faster than the blade energy is the blade light.

Like the aurora borealis piercing the dark night, it carries a dreamlike and magnificent color.

This flash of light was like a dream, capable of captivating the soul and killing.

I entered the dream in an instant, and then the dream ended.

This is the ninth move of the Flowing Light and Broken Dreams technique – Broken Dreams.

Nameless's expression finally changed, his previous composure vanished, and his brows furrowed slightly as sword energy surged forth from his body.

Compared to his expression, his actions were remarkably calm and collected.

With a flick of his sword, he sent blades of grass flying like arrows into the flash of light.

The dreamlike blade light was shattered by the grass in the blink of an eye, but then swallowed up Wuming in the next moment, as if this martial arts legend was about to face being torn to pieces.

However, the shattered blade light shattered again the instant it touched Wuming.

The light shone so brightly that people couldn't open their eyes.

With a clang, Third Tong staggered back three steps, her pretty face slightly pale, and said with admiration, "Senior's cultivation is profound, and his swordsmanship is even more superb. This junior is far from being able to match him."

The final strike from San Tong was actually perfect; any ordinary expert would have died from that strike long ago.

But unfortunately, she encountered a legend in the martial arts world, a celestial swordsman, and the nameless one who, besides Ying Xun, had gone the furthest on the path of swordsmanship.

Those blades of grass that pierced out were not meant to clash with the final strike of the third cleaver, but rather to integrate their own sword energy into the blade's energy, using the subsequent sword energy to counter the killing move hidden within the blade's light.

The third Kirito's final move, "Dream Breaker," was flawless, but her downfall stemmed from its very perfection. Perfect swordsmanship requires equally perfect precision and control.

However, even with Kirito's strength, he couldn't perfectly control the final strike.

Not to mention, Nameless's perfect swordplay disrupted the blade's momentum, which greatly reduced the power of the final strike.

Third Tong sheathed his sword and returned to Ying Xun and the First Evil Emperor's side, saying somewhat dejectedly, "Master, I lost."

Ying Xun smiled and rubbed the head of the third Tong: "It's okay, losing is normal. There are very few people in the world who can beat Brother Wuming."

The First Evil Emperor nodded in agreement and took over the conversation, comforting him: "Your opponent is a famous martial arts legend. It's not shameful to lose to him. Even if I were to go up against him, I would most likely lose."

Ying Xun shook his head: "It's not just most likely, it's definitely a loss."

"Brother Ying, in front of so many people, at least give me some face."

Indeed, it wasn't just the five of them present at this moment; there were also a group of disciples from Baijian Villa who had been drawn by the battle between Wuming and Santong, as well as Ying Xun's wife and children.

Judging from the First Evil Emperor's smiling face, it was clear that he didn't care about Ying Xun's words. After speaking, he even picked up Ying You, who was standing at Ying Xun's feet.

Ying You wasn't shy at all. She had become quite familiar with the First Evil Emperor after only two or three days at the Sword Worship Manor. Moreover, she was a supportive friend, sweetly smiling and saying, "Uncle Evil Emperor, you are the best."

"Really, is it your father who's more powerful, or your Uncle Evil Emperor?"

"They're both powerful. Uncle Evil Emperor is just as powerful as my father."

Ignoring the two enjoying themselves, Ying Xun looked at Wuming and asked, "How does my disciple compare to yours?"

He lived a life of obscurity, with only two apprentices.

A sword at dawn.

One Bu Jingyun.

He paused for a moment, seemingly making a comparison, before replying, "Jian Chen is no match for your disciple, but as for Bu Jingyun... we're about evenly matched."

"Yes, great minds think alike." Ying Xun nodded with a smile, took a step forward, and said with a laugh, "Since my disciple has lost, then only I, as his master, can save face and have a friendly spar?"

Although it was a question, Wuming knew very well that Ying Xun had not given him a choice at all.

We have to fight, whether we want to or not.

He himself actually wanted to spar with Ying Xun, so naturally he wouldn't refuse.

"Let's take action."

As he spoke, Nameless had already drawn his Hero's Sword, focusing intently on it.

Ying Xun nodded, opened his palm, and a character appeared in his palm.

A character full of mysterious meaning.

It seems that countless secrets are hidden within this character, but it is shrouded in a mysterious force, making it impossible for anyone to see through it.

"This is the first character in the world. The clay bodhisattva calls it the initial character, but I think it is more appropriate to call it 'Heavenly Cry'."

Upon hearing this, Wuming was startled: "This is the twelfth panic on the Panic List—The Cry of Heaven?!"

"Indeed, in terms of power, it is in no way inferior to the divine weapon that is about to be unveiled."

Suddenly, the sky burst forth with brilliant light.

"You... be careful."

A meaningful smile flashed across Ying Xun's face. Then, with a thought, the power contained in the Heavenly Cry suddenly erupted, and a mysterious and unpredictable radiance burst forth, like a surging river, rushing towards Wuming.

Wuming's movement technique was extremely skillful, but the vast river of light swept over him like a tidal wave, leaving him nowhere to hide or avoid.

More importantly, he did not sense any killing intent or power from this radiance.

So Wuming simply didn't hide and let Huaguang wrap him up.

In an instant, countless fragments flowed through the radiant light, each fragment seemingly representing a profound piece of history.

Wuming felt a blur before his eyes, and in a daze, he found himself back at the Sword Sect!
Then, he saw someone.

A person who was both a stranger and a familiar face, and whom he greatly admired.

The person seemed unfamiliar because he had never met them before.

The familiarity stemmed from the fact that he had seen the man's portrait countless times.

Wuming was certain that this person he admired should never have appeared.

Because this person was the creator of the first sword technique, the first sect leader of the Sword Sect, and the forger of the Hero Sword in the Nameless Sword—the Great Swordsman!

The Grand Swordsman had an ancient appearance and an imposing presence. The sword he held was quite antique, clearly a prototype of the Hero Sword. It was likely that the Grand Swordsman used the sword in his hand as a basis to forge the righteous and awe-inspiring Hero Sword.

"Very good. After a thousand years of silence, the Hero's Sword has finally found its master." The Great Swordsman looked at the Nameless Swordsman and nodded with a smile, his expression full of satisfaction.

"This junior...this junior is nameless, paying respects to the ancestor!"

Wuming had no idea how the Great Swordsman could communicate with him across a thousand years, so much so that he was so shocked that he stammered when he spoke.

Moreover, although he knew that the great swordsman in front of him was an illusion, he still clasped his hands and bowed in respect out of reverence for his sect's ancestors.

"Enough with the idle talk. Let me see what the swordsmanship of a thousand generations is like, and let me see if you are worthy of the Hero's Sword."

The great swordsman drew his sword, its light flashing like a rainbow or a mighty river, and slashed towards the nameless man.

Facing the creator of the world's swordsmanship and the founder of his sect, Wuming dared not be arrogant in the slightest and went to meet him with his sword.

Dangdang Dangdang!
In an instant, the sword lights clashed, and in the blink of an eye, the figures of the Great Swordsman and the Nameless One were gone from the world, leaving only two streaks of lightning that pierced the sky and shifted and changed direction.

Of course, this was not real lightning, but a sword light that was even more dazzling and breathtaking than lightning.

This battle was absolutely spectacular, a true pinnacle of swordsmanship.

If it were seen by people in the martial arts world, it would surely be recorded in history and passed down to future generations.

The Great Swordsman was the first person to create swordsmanship and is the origin of swordsmanship. However, in his era, swordsmanship had developed to its current profound and sophisticated state, and its essence lay in its expansive and unrestrained movements. Therefore, his swordsmanship was full of a majestic and boundless feeling, just like a rushing river in the primordial era, without any restraint, raging and destroying everything.

The Nameless Swordsman uses his own inexplicable sword technique. Each move seems straightforward and lacks variety, but in reality, it is infinitely variable, encompassing all the changes in the world. Every sword strike is exquisite, surpassing even the Holy Spirit Sword Technique of the Sword Saint.

Of course, this is on the premise that the Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Three doesn't come into play.

when!
After another exchange of blows, the two swords clashed heavily together.

The energy unleashed this time was earth-shattering.

The sky and the heavens seemed to tremble and sway precariously.

The two figures merged briefly and then separated.

A moment later, the two figures reappeared in the world.

A bloody sword wound had appeared on the great swordsman's chest.

"I have lost. As expected, the world is bound to progress, and the future will surely surpass the present. Purely in terms of swordsmanship, you are already superior to me."

The great swordsman spoke slowly, weakly, as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away by the sword wound on his chest.

"I only managed to defeat the patriarch by a stroke of luck. If I were to truly fight the patriarch, I would likely be the one to lose," Wuming said respectfully.

Although he won by half a move in the battle just now, that was only because they were comparing sword techniques.

It's important to understand that a real battle is an all-around engagement, and sword techniques are just one aspect of it.

A mere half-move advantage in swordsmanship cannot determine victory or defeat, much less life or death.

"A loss is a loss. You have three opponents. I am the first, but the other two will not be easy to deal with. Be careful." The great swordsman laughed as he finished speaking, and his figure became increasingly faint.

Just as Wuming was about to ask a question, the Great Swordsman had completely vanished, as if he had never come out at all.

(End of this chapter)