Sword Qi to the Sky

Chapter 424 goes down in history
Invincible below the level of a sage?

An Zhiyao was a little stunned, and then looked at Mu Changqing.

Will it be possible to achieve this in just a few more years?
There are countless cultivators in the Great Li world. Countless top geniuses have cultivated for many years, and those who can enter the seventh realm are already top-level cultivators.

As for the realm of sainthood, how many people in the world are there?
Even though she was the pride of Baiyujing, she didn't know how many saints there were in the world.

She knew perfectly well what it meant to be invincible under the Holy One.

Taibai Sword's evaluation of Mu Changqing was that he was like a celestial being.

The cultivators of Baiyujing were all extremely shocked, and their gazes involuntarily turned to Xiao Lu. Xiao Lu was now at the peak of the Dao Body realm, but he still had a long way to go before he could become invincible below the Saint level.

"The three of them should be fellow disciples, all of them disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect," Xiao Lu murmured, looking at the three cultivators on the battlefield.

Li Fan inquired about Baiyujing and ascended to the summit.

Mu Changqing, who taught Bai Yujing, claimed to be unskilled in cultivation, but with a single move, his words became law, and he killed Wanxiang Zhenren.

And that gentle, jade-like...

Even as Mu Changqing made his move, Wen Ruyu was still sensing Wen Haoran's sword intent.

Centered on his body, black and white lightning formed from the righteous sword intent and the killing sword intent wove into a sword net, enveloping him like a giant cocoon, so much so that Wen Haoran's phantom was surrounded by black and white sword light.

Wen Ruyu closed his eyes, comprehending the battlefield. His sword intent continued to grow stronger. He had already broken through the late stage of the Dao Body realm, but his aura continued to rise.

Wen Haoran's illusory image was still there, his illusory long hair fluttering in the breeze, his gaze towards Wen Ruyu gentle. This was the last time he and his son would see each other.

When Wen Ruyu was young, he was exceptionally strict with him and rarely spent time by his side. Some regrets cannot be made up for. Now, he only hopes that Wen Ruyu will walk his own path.

Countless points of light floated toward Wen Ruyu's mind from Wen Haoran's illusory figure, the billions of rays of light resembling sword light.

Wen Ruyu closed her eyes tightly, and Wen Haoran's voice echoed in her mind: "Ruyu, Haoran Sword Dao and Killing Sword Dao are not opposite sword dao. All things are mutually generating and restraining, yet also interdependent and inseparable. With a transcendent state of mind and clear thoughts, the way of all things is my sword."

Black and white lightning surged violently between heaven and earth, seemingly about to tear this place apart.

"He is comprehending the Dao of the Sword." A cold voice rang out.

Tai Cangjian took a step forward, raised his arm, and slashed towards Wen Ruyu's location. Instantly, a hundred-foot-long sword appeared in the sky, seemingly coming from beyond the heavens. It cut through space and slashed down, splitting the sky in two. The black and white lightning in the sky was also cleaved in two, and the sword fell towards Wen Ruyu's location.

Wen Haoran's illusory figure looked up, his hand forming a sword incantation, and pointed to the sky.

His fingers unleashed a torrent of sword intent, and the sword-shaped finger phantom flew out and landed on the giant sword slashing down from the sky, causing the giant sword to tremble, crack, and then shatter into nothingness.

The Tai Cang Sword of Lingxiao Pavilion cannot penetrate even a single finger's strength.

This is still the remnant soul of the Haoran Sword that has returned from the dead. If it were the Haoran Sword or the Tai Cang Sword at their peak, they would probably be annihilated with a single finger.

"Why didn't Senior Haoran take the initiative to attack?" Everyone stared at the battlefield in the sky and saw that Wen Haoran was only protecting Wen Ruyu and did not take the initiative to attack.

Is it because the power of the remnant soul is limited, and if an overly powerful attack is launched, the remnant soul will dissipate?
After all, that was not the living Haoran Sword.

It's unclear when it started, but most of the spectators now seem to hope that Li Shan and his group will win. Perhaps this is the influence of a legendary swordsman. The moment the Haoran Sword returned, everyone's mindset changed.

"boom……"

With a deafening roar, the void trembled. The seventh-realm cultivator beside Princess Taihua radiated golden divine light, resembling a deity. He took a step forward and walked towards Wen Ruyu in the sky below.

"Ok?"

A powerful aura locked onto him. He frowned and looked up, only to see a streak of light burst forth. He raised his arm and slammed it forward, a golden fist beam piercing through the heavens and earth. Before him, a demonic ape roared, and its enormous fist crashed down, unleashing a destructive storm that raged across the world.

Xing Feng appeared above Wen Ruyu, his gaze fixed on the two seventh-realm cultivators above him. He was worried that Wen Haoran's remnant soul would not be able to withstand the high-intensity battle.

"Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to go through a lot." In the crowd at a distance, Ye Yunke said to the Prince of Puyang beside him, "At least make a show of stopping Mu Changqing, there's no need for a life-or-death battle."

He never expected things to develop this way. With the return of the Haoran Sword and Xing Feng as his protector, Mu Changqing displayed astonishing talent.

This was originally a hunt for Wen Ruyu, but the situation has reversed. If this continues, those who came to participate in the hunt are very likely to be killed instead.

If he continues to watch like this, it will be difficult to explain.

"Alright," Prince Puyang nodded.

"Sir, please remember, avoid taking action if possible," Ye Yunke added telepathically. "Lock your aura on Li Fan, and he won't dare to act rashly."

He found it strangely amusing when he said that.

Beside him was the renowned King Puyang of Dali, who had been forced to retreat by Mo Yang, the Sword Master of Lishan, back in Chuzhou City.

Now, however, he faces a young cultivator who has left the mountain.

He actually lacked confidence in the Prince of Puyang? He even needed to use Li Fan to intimidate Mu Changqing.

With a single step, the King of Puyang arrived at the high-altitude battlefield. With a thought, a heavy sense of oppression enveloped the boundless world.

Mu Changqing naturally sensed that aura. He turned to face the Prince of Puyang, glanced back at Li Fan, and then turned his gaze to Ye Yunke in the distance.

“It should be easier for me to kill him,” Mu Changqing said to the Prince of Puyang.

Ye Yunke smiled. He had seen Mu Changqing's methods and knew that killing him would be easy for Mu Changqing. His words were law, and he could probably kill him in the blink of an eye.

"Senior Taibai Sword, Bai Yujing, if I die here, it might not have a good impact." Ye Yunke looked up towards the Heavenly Gate, actually trying to drag Bai Yujing down with him. If there is any force in this Jade Capital City that can truly determine the direction, it is Bai Yujing, but Bai Yujing has always maintained a wait-and-see attitude.

But if the prince of Dali dies at the feet of Baiyujing... then things become quite serious.

"Boom..." The moment his words fell, a thunderbolt descended from the sky, enveloping his body like a thunder prison, as if Mu Changqing could kill him with a single thought.

Mu Changqing was also telling Ye Yunke that if he wanted to kill Ye Yunke, Bai Yujing wouldn't be able to save him in time.

"Insolence!" King Puyang took a step forward, and the cultivators on the battlefield felt their blood surging. Mu Changqing, however, remained unmoved. With the Vajra Venerable protecting him, the opponent's pressure had no effect on him.

"Mr. Mu," Ye Yunke called out, "In that case, how about neither of us makes a move?"

Mu Changqing looked at him quietly without responding.

Ye Yunke smiled and cupped his hands in greeting. His original intention was to avoid interference, and he only made the Prince of Puyang take action out of necessity.

Puyang King and Mu Changqing stood in the air, their auras soaring to the sky. Puyang King's eyes were deep as he stared at the young man opposite him. Mu Changqing was a junior to him, but facing such a junior cultivator from Lishan, he was on high alert. The aura surrounding him seemed to have formed a huge figure, like the heavens and the earth, ready to defend against the opponent's attack at any time.

After all, Mu Changqing's words were law, and an attack could be launched with a single thought, so he dared not be negligent in the slightest.

"Second Senior Brother, don't worry about me," Li Fan said to Mu Changqing.

Only then did the countless cultivators watching the battle in this area understand the relationship between them.

Therefore, they are all disciples of Zuo Canglan.

Mu Changqing ranked second.

Wen Ruyu is third.

Li Fan is the junior brother.

Where is the other person?

Why isn't it here?

However, the cultivators of Baiyujing outside Tianmen, the sword cultivators of Lingxiao Pavilion, and the upper echelons of Dali, such as Ye Yunke, naturally knew who the person who did not come was.

"Li Shan is so difficult to kill," Ye Yunke thought to himself. Zuo Canglan's four disciples were all extraordinary talents.

Give them some more time, and these four people might be able to support a mountain.

Li Fan glanced at Ye Yunke again. He naturally saw through Ye Yunke's scheme. He clearly did not want to take action, nor did he dare to, but he still joined the battlefield in this way, just to give an explanation to his superiors.

After all, he, the Seventh Prince, was right there on the battlefield. He couldn't just stand by and watch the court's affiliated forces be wiped out, could he?
Li Fan did not expose Ye Yunke. He turned around and headed straight for the battlefield.

Today's battle will deter all the forces in the Great Li Kingdom from coveting his Li Mountain again.

His body was like a sword, accelerating across the battlefield, with sword whistling in the air. Two figures rushed towards him at the same speed, their swords flashing.

A sword mark appeared in the sky, accompanied by a flash of blood, slicing two bodies apart. But the sword continued forward without stopping for even a moment.

The two people who were killed were both cultivators at the middle stage of the Dao Body realm.

Crossing the border, a single sword strike kills two.

Having seen the Haoran Sword and Mu Changqing, everyone seemed to have forgotten that this 'junior brother' had reached the pinnacle of Baiyujing just a few days ago.

That sword light pierced into the midst of the cultivators, the light seemingly stained with blood, like strokes of blood crisscrossing each other, each stroke so stunning.

Above, the black and white ink-wash sword intent seemed to merge into one, swirling and intertwining, flowing between heaven and earth like the yin and yang fish of Tai Chi.

Above Wen Ruyu's body, in addition to Wen Haoran's phantom, another illusory figure appeared, a black figure.

The black and white figures intertwined and merged, and Wen Haoran and Wen Ruyu's faces seemed to overlap.

The Righteous Sword Intent is no longer an absolute sword of righteousness, and the Killing Sword Intent has lost its previous ferocity.

Wen Ruyu opened her eyes. At this moment, the Haoran Sword and the Killing Sword transformed into the same sword intent, a sword intent interwoven with black and white.

Black and white sword intent flowed between heaven and earth. The cultivators in the distance sensed a chill run down their spines upon feeling that sword intent. The pupils of the Tai Cang Sword contracted; this was…

"Ruyu." Wen Haoran's voice was comforting and gentle as he said, "Come and take my sword, and do what you want to do."

“Father, let us wield the sword together,” Wen Ruyu replied.

“Okay,” Wen Haoran replied.

As soon as the words fell, the overlapping phantoms simultaneously stretched out their hands, indistinguishable from one another. Black and white sword energy surged wildly in the world, condensing into a sword in their palms.

The moment the sword was completed, the heart of the Tai Cang Sword pounded, and a strange sense of fear arose within it.

Even Guan Shanyue, a sword cultivator far away outside the Heavenly Gate, felt a pang of fear and asked, "Master, what kind of sword style is this?"

"Wen Haoran cultivates the righteous energy of heaven and earth, and his Haoran Sword is a sword of light. Wen Ruyu, on the other hand, cultivates the ultimate sword path of slaughter. However, at this moment, he has broken through the shackles and merged the two sword paths into one, surpassing both the Haoran Sword Path and the Sword Path of Slaughter."

Taibai Sword sighed, "Today's battle will surely be recorded in the annals of the cultivation world of Dali."

(End of this chapter)