The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 114: Blackwood Cliff. Fight! Fight! Fight!
On the eighth day of September, autumn is coming!
In Hebei Province, east of Hengshan Mountain and northwest of Pingding Prefecture, there is a large river with fast-flowing water.

It was noon, and the sky was covered by thick clouds. The sun shone through the gaps in the clouds and fell sporadically on the nearby rocks, red as blood.
The Blackwood Cliff rises high into the sky, piercing into the clouds, hiding itself in the high sky.

There are dense crowds of martial artists on both sides of Xingxing Beach.

On the shore below the Blackwood Cliff, tens of thousands of members of the Demon Cult, all of them strong and powerful, lined up in formation and remained silent.

In front of the followers, hundreds of demon sect masters stood side by side, wearing clothes of seven colors: green, blue, white, purple, black, etc., and with belts of various colors tied around their waists.
On the other side, there were also many people standing.
The main forces were the seven major sects and Ren Woxing's men, plus countless martial artists who came from all over the world to help, totaling tens of thousands of people.

In the Shaolin Temple camp, Master Bujie and several of his fellow disciples stood in the front, with eighteen yellow-robed monks holding copper sticks behind them. Behind them were hundreds of gray-robed monks holding a variety of weapons including sticks, knives, and swords!
In the Wudang Sect camp, several first-generation disciples were in the front row, and behind them were dozens of second-generation disciples wearing Taoist robes.
There are also hundreds of yellow-shirted disciples of the Songshan School, led by the six great guardians of Songshan.
There were dozens of disciples from the Hengshan Sect, led by another junior brother of the Sect Leader, Mr. Mo Da.
The Hengshan Sect was still led by the hot-tempered Master Dingyi, and dozens of nuns behind her were waiting in silence.
Taoist Tianbai of the Taishan Sect and three fellow disciples of the same age stood in front, and the disciples behind them were holding the hilts of their swords, standing tall.
Only the Huashan Sect had seven or eight cats, the fewest in number.
The eight disciples of the sect leader Yue Buqun were all present. The eldest brother Linghu Chong and the younger brother Xu Xingchen stood in the front row, while the other brothers and Yue Lingshan stood in the back.

However, although the number of people is small, they still have considerable weight, as they have two brothers, Xu Xingchen, who has been gradually recognized by the world as "the best swordsman in the world", and Linghu Chong, the "drunken swordsman"!
The elites of the seven major sects are all here!

Behind them were the upright fellows who came from all corners of the world to help, including those from various sects and schools, and there were also quite a few masters. All together, there were as many as five or six thousand people.

There were tens of thousands of followers under Ren Woxing's command, all of whom were heroes from the mountains and villages, and heroes from the rivers and lakes.
Saint Lady Ren Yingying, wearing a white dress and a white hat, stood at the front, surrounded by Lan Fenghuang, seven guards, and many underworld masters.
The sky is covered with dark clouds and thick fog!
Scattered sunlight shone through the gaps, and the dim tones were intertwined with the crimson rocks, making it look desolate!

On both sides of the river, everyone held their breath. The atmosphere was eerily quiet. Only the surging river water was flowing happily and loudly as usual.

Xu Xingchen withdrew his gaze from the people of the Demon Cult on the other side, turned his head to scan the people of the seven major sects, and finally landed on the camp of Saint Lady Ren Yingying. Seeing the many "heroes" who had fought with him before, he felt both sighing and excited.

"I don't know how many people will die in today's battle."

"But, his name will surely spread across the world for hundreds of years!"

Presumably, this is also the voice of countless people present!

The calm before the storm made many people breathless. I wonder who was the first to be unable to bear this depressing atmosphere and let out a long howl to the sky.

Subsequently
More and more people are joining the ranks of long howling
The roars of more than ten thousand martial artists were earth-shaking, echoing on both sides of the river, circling the Black Wood Cliff, and even dispersing some of the haze in the sky!
Dozens of light pillars of varying sizes broke through the clouds and shone on both sides of the river, like spotlights on a stage in heaven and earth.
Brilliant! Dazzling, magnificent!

The sky and the earth brightened, like a signal to attack
Saint Lady Ren Yingying waved her arm and hundreds of strong men with bare upper bodies immediately rushed out from the crowd behind her, carrying three-foot square baskets on their backs. They ran to the bank of the river and lined up in a row.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.
The square baskets fell to the ground one by one, making a dull sound and raising a lot of dust!

The strong men took out pieces of wood from the basket, about an inch thick and two feet square, and threw them forward.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Hundreds of wooden boards flew out immediately, crackling and splashing, and fell on the surface of the surging river, distributed near and far.

Hundreds of strong men threw the wood several times, and the river was now covered with densely packed square wooden blocks, floating up and down with the waves.

"on!"

"Kill~~~!"

"Rush over!"

Accompanied by shouts, the top masters from the seven sects and the underworld masters under the Saint Lady all jumped up and leaped into the river.

On the Huashan Sect's side, Xu Xingchen rushed out first, followed closely by Linghu Chong. The other fellow disciples stood still for the time being, looking at the two figures with nervousness and worry on their faces, and then they landed on the river.

Xu Xingchen stepped on the wooden board on the water surface and jumped high again; the board sank into the water and was soon pushed out again by the huge buoyancy.
The rapid flow of the water pushed the wooden board downstream quickly, but the people dispatched this time were all masters with superb martial arts. Even though the wooden board on the river surface moved very fast, they were still able to grasp the lead time and land their toes on it accurately.

What's more, on the shore behind them, those strong men were still throwing wooden boards continuously, landing them in some places upstream, letting them drift down.
Dozens of figures leaped across the river like flying, stepping on the wooden boards on the water, quickly crossing the river that was dozens of feet wide, and flew to the other side.

The members of the evil cult on the other side were well prepared!

Three rows of people had already lined up and were waiting, each holding a powerful crossbow in their hands, with the crossbow arrows flashing rows of cold light.

Some people were holding bamboo tubes in their hands, and pushing the handles behind them to pull them as far as possible.
When dozens of figures approached, crossbow arrows were immediately shot out, as dense as bees and as fast as lightning.

Xu Xingchen drew his sword, and with his true energy he empowered the sword, as he danced in front of him, flashes of sword light flashed, knocking away and deflecting all the crossbow arrows that were coming at him.

Dangdangdang!

The sound of metal clashing and sparks flying showed how incredible the force of the collision was!
The power of the crossbow arrows was very terrifying at close range, but it could not hurt Xu Xingchen at all. Linghu Chong, who was following behind, was blocked by Xu Xingchen in front of him. Occasionally, one or two arrows slipped through the net, but he could also use the "Breaking Arrow Style" to deal with them.

Other masters also waved their weapons to block the oncoming crossbow arrows.
Only one or two unlucky ones screamed and fell into the river. Soon, blood-red water appeared in the water.
Even if they are martial arts masters, if the timing and location are not favorable, coupled with a little bad luck, they will be defeated in this wave of attacks!
The crossbows in the hands of the cult members were Zhuge Crossbows, which could fire nine times in a row. Therefore, one could see cold light flashing in the air, and arrows were shot continuously.

Most people managed to hold out, but a dozen unlucky ones were shot and fell into the water.
The crowd finally managed to get through this wave of crossbow attacks, and poisonous water was sprayed out from the bamboo tubes behind them.

Xu Xingchen raised his sleeves and spread out the oilcloth ball that he had prepared long ago in front of him, blocking the splashes of the poisonous water.

The sword swung sideways, striking with the blade, and the stretched oilcloth pushed forward, covering a member of the Demon Cult in front.

"Ah~~~!"

The cult members screamed miserably, the poison on the oilcloth quickly corroded his skin, bursts of white smoke rose up, and a bad smell floated in the air.

Xu Xingchen jumped onto the shore and rushed into the crossbow formation of the cult members. His sword flashed and moved around. Wherever he passed, broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, and screams and groans filled the air.

Figures swooped down from the sky, and the crossbow team of the Demon Cult was instantly routed. The angry people killed them, leaving corpses all over the ground and blood flowing like a river.

A master of the Demon Cult rushed over quickly and ordered the members of the crossbow team to disperse and hide.

Xu Xingchen and others dispersed the archers on the shore, rushed forward quickly, and soon collided with the masters of the Demon Cult.

In this life-and-death fight, Xu Xingchen had no intention of exchanging martial arts, nor did he have the idea of showing mercy.

The sword flashed, and the first elder in yellow who rushed to him had blood spurting from his chest. With an expression of disbelief on his face, he spun around a few times and fell to the ground beside him.

Several hall masters, incense masters, and even elder-level figures who rushed over from behind were all sent to death by him with one sword, without even giving them a chance to strike again.

Xu Xingchen is invincible and no one can stop him!

When other people face off against the masters of the Demon Sect, it is like four pounds against eight ounces, or tit for tat against tat.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Bang bang bang bang!

The sounds of weapons clashing, fists hitting each other, and loud shouts and low yells came one after another, fiercely and ferociously.

Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords is equally unstoppable against the members of the Demon Cult. He can still easily deal with one or two masters of the Demon Cult, but he must be cautious when there are more than three of them.
Without the various adventures in the world of the books, his progress in internal strength was much slower!
Xu Xingchen was nearby, beheading the enemies while secretly taking care of the senior brother.
These masters who charged into battle broke up the crossbow team of the Demon Cult members. Upon seeing this, Ren Yingying on the other side of the river immediately gave orders again.

"Hey Yo! Hey Yo!"

"Hey Yo! Hey Yo!"

With the loud sound of calls, hundreds of strong men rushed out from the team behind him again, and every ten strong men lifted a wooden boat on their shoulders.

The wooden boat is about three feet long and only six feet wide.
Dozens of wooden boats were thrown into the water, splashing water everywhere. Those skilled in making a living on rivers, lakes and seas jumped on board, grabbed the wooden oars on the boats, waved their arms, and rushed to the other side together.

When the boat reaches the middle, the speeds of the people differ. The people on one side continue to move forward, the people in the middle stay where they are, and the people at the back move closer to the river bank on their side.

Afterwards, the boats changed directions and gradually formed a row on the river.

Everyone on the boat dropped their oars, picked up long ropes, and threw them left and right into the hands of people on nearby boats. Those people quickly tied them to the wooden stakes in the middle of the boat and the sides of the boat.

Wooden boats were laid across the river, connected by ropes and then fixed to the banks on both sides.

It didn't take too much time before three more boat paths appeared on the wide river!
"Come on!"

All the martial artists on the shore rushed out and jumped onto the boat one after another.
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