The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 231 You all should find your own way forward.
There are four kinds of martial arts divine forms that Xu Xingchen comprehended. They are the "Huashan First Sword" that can be performed with true qi of various attributes, and the "Primordial Magnetic Ring", "The Weight of Mount Tai" and "The Lightness of All Things" that are performed with the power of yin and yang.

The Yuanci Magic Ring, as a defensive martial arts magic, does not show off its power, but restrains all its strength and charm to the extreme. It can be recycled and used for a long time without worrying about over-consumption. It is extremely mysterious.

The Weight of Mount Tai is a kind of martial arts divine appearance that brings the "heavy" power of the Yin-Yang Yuan magnetic true energy to the limit. A few days ago, he displayed his divine power on Guangming Summit when dealing with Yang Xiao, the Left Protector of Guangming.

The lightness of all things is a kind of martial arts divine appearance that brings the "lightness" power of the Yin-Yang magnetic energy to its limit. He has never displayed it in front of others.

Today! Now!
When Xu Xingchen rushed towards the Yuan army's base camp, he used it in the face of countless enemies swarming in.

"Ah~~~!"

A faint sigh sounded in everyone's heart, revealing a compassion for all living things, so strong that it made everyone's eyes sore and almost shed tears.

Afterwards, the Yuan army guards, red-robed foreign monks, and martial arts hawks and dogs saw a ray of sword light breaking out of the misty clouds and flying towards them at a high speed.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted and fascinated by the sword light.

From that sword light, they saw the martial arts will of countless sword practitioners who practiced sword skills day and night, and saw the sharp edges of those long swords gradually blooming in the hands of each sword practitioner.
Afterwards, the martial arts will and the sharpness of the swords of countless sword practitioners in the world condensed into that sharp sword light.

Unrivaled, unstoppable, irresistible.
That sword.
Too fast! Too quick! Too fierce! Too violent!
This should have made all the masters rushing towards him feel terrified and desperate, as if they were being stabbed in the back, as if a knife was at their throat, and as if they were facing the abyss.
But, that indestructible sword light merged into a layer of white true energy, becoming extremely gentle, extremely agile, extremely fast, and extremely... sad? !
When the sword light passed by the people in the front, their eyes became dazed for a moment, and their bodies seemed to be paused, standing still and not moving anymore.

An incomparable feeling of relaxation rose from the depths of their souls and emanated from every inch of their bodies, pushing their spirits higher and higher, farther and farther, until they flew into the clouds.

Floating, as if isolated from the world, ascending to heaven.
“So relaxing”

“So comfortable”

That was the last thought in those people's minds.

A strong wind blew, and the Yuan army, red-robed foreign monks, and martial arts hawks and dogs that were standing still fell to the ground with thumps, like wooden stakes.

Even when they were lying on the ground, they still had a relaxed and happy smile on their faces, as if they were not killed by anyone, but had swallowed the elixir that could lead them to immortality.

Between the brows of those weird smiling faces, bean-sized red blushes appeared silently, as if someone had painted a glaring red mole on them.

This sword is the "lightness of all things", and also the lightness of life.
This sword light, which combined the "sword edge" and the ultimate "lightness" of the Yin-Yang magnetic energy, moved forward all the way, turning all the people it passed by into wooden and clay statues. Then, with a weird smile on its face and a little blood on its brow, it was blown to the ground by the strong wind.

Thousands of Yuan soldiers, hundreds of red-robed foreign monks, and dozens of martial arts lackeys, no one could stop the sword light, and no one could remain standing after the sword light passed by them.

Even the countless dense arrows, hidden weapons, darts, and iron wheels flying in the sky could not catch up with the lightning-fast sword light.

Xu Xingchen rushed all the way to the front of the platform.

His figure flashed and he stood on the high platform in front of Wang Baobao, the commander of the Yuan army.

"Protect the coach! Protect the coach!"

"Come on, come on!"

"Kill."

With shouts, the Yuan army, foreign monks, and hawks and dogs that swarmed in from the surroundings rushed onto the platform one after another.

Xu Xingchen looked at Wang Baobao, who suddenly stood up from his chair with a solemn expression. Without looking back, he casually swung his sword backwards.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Dozens of weapons were broken into two, and the owners of those weapons screamed, splattering blood, and fell backwards.

Xu Xingchen took light steps, circled around Wang Baobao, and swung his sword seven times in a row.

Seven sword lights slashed across the sky, and all the warriors who jumped onto the platform fell down in a dense crowd.

No one is his match.

"Why don't you kill me?!"

Facing Wang Baobao's questioning, Xu Xingchen continued to draw his sword, forcing back the approaching warriors, and smiled softly: "Don't worry, wait for me to kill more of your loyal subordinates."

"How dare you!" Wang Baobao glared at the young man who was circling around him. With a clang, he drew his sword and chopped it out viciously.

In the past, when the Yuan court conquered the world, it destroyed countless martial arts sects and confiscated countless martial arts secrets. There was no shortage of precious medicines such as elixirs and ginseng in its treasure house.

However, practicing martial arts is an extremely difficult and personal matter that cannot be replaced by anyone.

If you want to cultivate to the highest level, it depends on talent, luck, and opportunity.

Wang Baobao's martial arts skills are good, and he has already comprehended the spirit of martial arts and become a first-class master. However, as long as he fails to comprehend the spirit of martial arts, in Xu Xingchen's eyes he is just a small bug that can be killed at will.

In this martial arts world where great power belongs to oneself, the value of a top master is terrifyingly high. Only a top master can deal with a top master.

Therefore, King Ruyang attaches great importance to people like the Two Elders Xuanming, Er and San.

While Xu Xingchen was dodging the sharp sword flashes from Wang Baobao's horizontal and vertical slashes, he also drew his sword to kill the martial arts masters who rushed over.

Every time the sword flashed, someone would scream, bleed into the air, and fall out.

Soon, corpses were piled up on the steps around the platform, and blood flowed on the ground and gathered together to form blood-red lakes of varying sizes.

After a while, the besiegers saw through Xu Xingchen's thoughts, and seeing the corpses and broken swords and weapons scattered around their feet, they all felt sad.

The leader of the Ming Cult on the stage was already an unrivaled martial arts master, and now he was holding a sword that could cut gold and jade.
In this case, if they rushed forward, they would accomplish nothing except committing suicide.

Normally, they were respected masters and served as superiors, but now their lives were treated as worthless and were killed at will. Such a huge psychological gap was really hard for them to accept.

When everyone stopped rushing up, when everyone's eyes avoided Xu Xingchen and flickered to their commander Wang Baobao.
Xu Xingchen, dressed in white as white as snow, put away the Dragon Slaying Sword, turned around to look at Wang Baobao who had also stopped and remained silent, and sighed: "You are their commander, they dare not retreat, but they dare not continue to come up and die."

"What do you think they are thinking right now?"

Wang Baobao looked around at his subordinates below the stage, and seeing their flickering eyes, he said with a sullen face, "What they are thinking now is that if I am killed by you, they will have a reason to escape."

"However, our Yuan army has rules and regulations. Those who fail to protect the commander-in-chief and cause his death will be punished for escaping the battlefield and beheaded in public unless they fight to the death on the spot."

After hearing these words, there was a commotion around the audience, but in the end no one dared to rush forward and everyone remained silent.

Xu Xingchen shook his head and said calmly, "This decisive battle has destroyed most of the elite warriors of your Yuan court. At the same time, it has also interrupted the last national destiny of your Yuan Dynasty. From this day on, your Yuan court will decline day by day, and there will be no possibility of recovery."

At this point, he swept his eyes over the people below the stage and uttered a sharp sword that pierced people's hearts: "At this point, they should also think about their new way out in the future."

As soon as these words were spoken, the effect was immediate.

Many warriors below the stage looked at each other, and the weapons in their hands sank a little, which fully demonstrated that the fighting spirit in their hearts had weakened a lot.

Wang Baobao saw this scene and said with a sad face: "Even if I die, my father, Prince Ruyang, is still here. The great tree of the Yuan court will not fall just like that."

After saying that, he put the knife on his neck and pulled it horizontally.

Blood gushed out and the body fell forward to the ground.

The commander-in-chief of the Yuan army, Wang Baobao, has passed away!
Seeing their master committing suicide, the Yuan army, red-robed foreign monks, and martial arts lackeys who had gathered around were so frightened that they all took a step back.

Afterwards, I don't know who turned around and ran first, and the others followed closely behind, and they all dispersed.

Xu Xingchen stood on a wooden platform, looking at the fleeing warriors around him, and raised his head to look at the battlefield in the distance.

There, the Mingjiao camp and the camps of the six major sects had already gained a clear advantage, forcing the Yuan army camp to retreat step by step.

Many people have been paying attention to the battlefield here. When they saw the Yuan army commander commit suicide and Xu Xingchen standing on the edge of the platform, a burst of cheers quickly rose to the sky.

"The leader has killed the commander of the Yuan army! We are going to win, kill~~~!"

"Kill! Today, we must kill all these Yuan soldiers without leaving a single piece of armor."

"Drive out the Tartars and recover our land, today and tonight"

"Kill~~~!"

"Kill~~~!"

"Kill~~~!"

The morale of the Ming Cult members and the six major sects was high, and their attacks were even more fierce and sharp.

On the other hand, the cavalry, red-robed foreign monks, and martial arts lackeys of the Yuan army camp had already been demoralized by the killings, and now they were even more defeated. They turned around and fled, wishing they had two more legs.

The situation on the battlefield quickly became one-sided.

One side flees, the other side chases, the overall situation is determined, and the winner is decided.

At the same time, the three pagan ascetics also had their white wings of the Martial Arts God torn into pieces by the three Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, breaking them into pieces that turned into flying feathers and streams of light.

Seeing this, the pagans in the rear became demoralized and joined the escape.

In fact, if the three ascetics had not suffered so much in Yuan Ting's prison and lost a lot of their life potential, the outcome of this battle would still be unknown.
(End of this chapter)