Sword Qi to the Sky

Chapter 251 Sword of the Sword Master
Li Fan learned from Zuo Canglan.

So, who is his master?

Who is Zuo Canglan’s master?
The wind rose in Chixiao City, and there was deathly silence below. Even Li Chengying was stunned, and seemed a little surprised. The expression on his face seemed no longer so aloof, and even the lines on his face twitched.

Many years ago, there was a sword cultivator in Dali who was known to have the best sword luck in the world. He alone accounted for seven points of the luck, and the other Dali sword cultivators shared the remaining three points.

At that time, he was not questioned by others like Li Fan is today, but was recognized by all the sword practitioners of Dali.

He alone represents the Dali sword art.

"Master." Li Fan shouted, his eyes slightly red. He didn't expect that at the critical moment of life and death, he would see the old man again.

Back then, for the sake of the old blind man, my master entered the imperial city with his sword and his oil lamp went out.

This evening, the master appeared from the sword again for him.

He had a hunch that perhaps this was the last trace of his master's soul left in the world.

"Uncle-master." Ji Hua bowed, his eyes revealing deep admiration. Ji Hua has a free and easy personality. Even his master Gu Qingyang cannot constrain him. He does not want to stay in Lishan, but travels around the world. However, his feelings for Lishan are no less than those of other Lishan disciples.

He has been away from the mountain for thousands of years. As a disciple of Lishan, he is proud of it. There have been many legends in the past thousands of years, but the legend closest to him is the one about the old man in front of him.

Ever since he entered the sect, he has been listening to the old man's legends. Although the old man was still alive at that time, he had basically retired and it was difficult for them, the younger disciples, to see him.

It turns out that after the old man died, he was still protecting Lishan...

He is Li Shan’s past luck, and Li Fan is Li Shan’s future luck.

"Boundless Sword Saint."

Li Chengying whispered, his eyes became extremely solemn. The old man in front of him was the closest sword saint to him.

Li Chengying's words undoubtedly confirmed many people's guesses, and caused a storm of emotions in his heart.

The Sword Master is still here.

It was in Li Fan's sword, protecting him.

Is that handsome young man Li Shan’s hope?
The sword cultivator from Lingxiao Pavilion also had an extremely solemn look in his eyes. He had not expected that the Sword Saint was still there. What exactly was Li Fan's status in Lishan?

In the distance, an extremely sharp sword intent spread towards this side, and then everyone saw a beam of light descending from afar and landing in a direction not far away.

When they saw the figure appearing, some elders of Chixiao City felt a surge of emotion in their hearts. The Xuanyuan Sword had arrived.

The best sword in the world today is the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Junior Xuanyuan, nice to meet the Boundless Sword Saint."

Even if he is the best in the world, he still bows in front of the Sword Master. This is a sign of respect.

After he saluted, he glanced at Li Fan. No wonder this young man was able to seize the inheritance of the secret realm. The Sword Saint protected him, which showed his talent.

Could this be the future top swordsman of Dali?
The old man did not respond, but stretched out his hand. The illusory palm merged with Li Fan's palm. The old and the young seemed to have traveled through time and space and held the same sword.

The moment he grasped the sword, a gust of wind blew between heaven and earth, and the swords of all the sword cultivators hummed softly. Then, one sword after another was unsheathed, broke through the air, and flew into the air, like a pilgrimage, heading in the direction of the old man.

In the distance, countless sharp swords flew into the air. At this moment, countless people looked up. Even in far away places, some people looked in this direction. What happened there?
Sword energy was flying in the sky above Chixiao City. The moment the old man held the sword, it seemed as if the whole world had quieted down.

The people who were in the air and who had previously spoken in secret to capture Li Fan retreated silently. The faces of those proud disciples of Li Chengying no longer had the arrogance and conceit they had before, but were filled with deep fear and awe.

There is a saint outside the mountain!

It seemed that at this moment, they finally understood the meaning of the word "Lishan" in Dali.

I also understood why the Dali court had clearly broken with Lishan but did not take over Lishan.

Perhaps, the Dali court has always been wary of Lishan.

"Xiao Fan." A voice came into Li Fan's mind. Li Fan was stunned and responded, "Master, I'm here."

"Your master is not doing his job well. He blinded himself and ruined Lishan's luck. You are his chosen successor, so Lishan can only rely on you."

The old man sighed in his voice: "After I leave, I don't want to suffer such humiliation in the future when I leave the mountain."

Li Fan was moved, his expression solemn, and his mind replied: "Master, I understand."

Today, Li Chengying ignored Lishan and attacked the younger generation. In the eyes of the old man, this was a humiliation.

Even though he was the fifth-ranked sword cultivator in the world, he had never suffered such humiliation in Li Shan for thousands of years. A mere sword cultivator dared to touch Li Shan's successor.

Li Fan couldn't judge who was right or wrong between his master and the old blind man. Perhaps neither of them was wrong. They just chose their own paths.

The master was responsible for leaving the mountain, so he hoped that the old blind man would inherit his mantle.

Li Shan has no sword cultivator to guard the mountain, and this is his fate today.

"His life has been too smooth. You suffered more when you were young, but you still had a pure heart. That's why he chose you. This time, he was not wrong."

"From now on, I can no longer protect Lishan. The future of Lishan is now in your hands." The old man said with emotion: "I wanted to wait, but unfortunately, I won't be able to see that day."

Li Fan felt sad, his guess was right, after the old man appeared this time, he was afraid that he would disappear completely.

"Finally, I'll show you what the Lishan Sword is." The old man said, holding Li Fan's hand tightly, and at the same time holding the sword tightly. The old and the young, one virtual and one real, overlapped their hands and fell on the Tianxing Sword. At this moment, countless swords suspended in the air above Chixiao City bowed their heads.

Even the sword in Li Chengying's hand was trembling slightly.

Li Chengying pursued the supreme realm of swordsmanship all his life. He wanted to kill Ji Hua and take Li Fan away for the sake of the secret realm inheritance and to pursue his swordsmanship.

But at this moment, the sword path he wanted to pursue was standing in front of him, pointing at him.

The fifth-best swordsman in the world no longer had that arrogance. In front of the old man, under the sound of the sword that filled the sky, this swordsman who was known throughout the world seemed particularly insignificant in the eyes of the world.

Why do they feel this way?
That is, the fifth in the world.

Because the one he was facing was the Sword Saint of Dali.

"Chichi..."

A terrifying sword intent emerged behind Li Chengying, and the sky seemed to be broken open. A sword of calamity fell from the sky, as if condensed from the calamity light in the sky. Above the sky, the sword of calamity flowed, and the power of destruction spread out, covering this part of the sky.

Obviously Li Chengying felt threatened. Facing the former sword master, even if he was just a wisp of soul, he still did not dare to be careless and activated his strongest sword intent.

"Look at this sword carefully." The old man was facing the Xuanyuan Sword in the distance and said this to him.

"Okay." Xuan-Yuan Sword nodded seriously, his expression solemn.

He is now the best swordsman in the world of Dali and has reached the level of a semi-saint. However, when he reached this level, he realized how difficult this step is.

Today, I am lucky to see the Sword Master draw his sword.

Moreover, the Sword Saint Li Shan Wu Ya wanted him to watch this sword.

"Om..."

Just as the old man was speaking, Li Chengying drew his sword first. He couldn't just sit there and wait to die.

Even if he is a sword saint, he is just a wisp of sword spirit. What does Li Chengying have to fear?

The calamity light in the sky killed the old man, and the calamity sword that tore the sky apart fell into Li Chengying's hands. He and the sword became one, and a huge Dharma body appeared behind him. He held the calamity sword in his hand and stabbed forward.

When the sword fell, everyone held their breath.

At this moment, Li Fan felt his body move and followed the old man.

Everyone saw the old man holding the sword and walking forward, turning into light, with his white hair flying and the light of robbery flowing backwards.

The countless swords suspended between heaven and earth bowed their heads at the same time, bursting with sword intent, and the sky full of calamity swords behind Li Chengying rolled back towards him.

The old man's figure seemed extremely tall at this moment. The sword in his hand fell on the catastrophe of destruction. The tips of the swords collided, and then the sword containing supreme sword power was seen to crack.

Li Fan's body stopped, but the old man's body continued to move forward, passed through Li Chengying's body, and appeared behind him.

"You shouldn't bully the weak."

The old man murmured, and Li Chengying's eyes revealed fear, surprise, unwillingness, regret...all kinds of complex emotions intertwined together, turning into a distorted face.

"how so……"

His body gradually decomposed, and the distorted face cracked with deep fear, and the next moment, it shattered into pieces.

Time and space seemed to stand still.

There is still sword intent flowing in the sky, moving with the wind.

Many people still seemed to be unable to recover and just stared blankly at the sky where Li Chengying disappeared.

The fifth best swordsman in the world, the great swordsman who was once famous and renowned throughout the world.

Just like that, it disappeared...

When the sword master draws his sword, the fifth best in the world is like an ant.

They looked at the old man with even more respect. Even if he was just a wisp of soul, he could kill Li Chengying with one sword. What a spirit it was.

The boundless swordsman who possesses seven-tenths of the world's sword luck.

Today, I saw him draw his sword. How happy and fortunate I am.

The old man's body gradually became illusory and turned into wisps of green smoke and went towards Li Fan's sword. No one knew whether he was still there.

"Li Shan, I leave it to you."

A vague voice sounded in Li Fan's mind, and Li Fan knew that his master was gone, forever.

In this world of Dali, there is no more Boundless Sword Saint.

"Thank you for the sword, senior."

Xuanyuan Sword bowed towards the place where the old man disappeared. Ordinary people could not understand the sword, but he, who was half a step away from becoming a sword saint, understood it.

Li Fan glanced in the direction of the Xuanyuan Sword. Before his master left, he was still protecting him, protecting Li Shan, and giving him the Xuanyuan Sword.

(End of this chapter)