The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 354 This chaotic battle is somewhat terrifying!
The bright moon, like a jade plate, casts its pure light upon the layered palace complex.

On the rooftops of each of these magnificent palaces, there are several figures with solemn expressions standing.

Without exception, their gazes were all fixed on the roof ridge of the largest, most magnificent, and most luxurious palace in the center.
There stood several unparalleled masters whose fame resounded throughout the world!
How high is it?
How powerful was it?
Even when the Song emperor was so angry that he couldn't eat for three days and smashed countless things in his study, he could only swallow his bitterness and had to retreat, a terrifying existence he was powerless to change.

This is the true value of the Four Great Martial Arts Masters!

The group of martial arts masters who had scaled the city walls stood on the eaves of the palace near the walls, gazing at the situation ahead.

They were all powerful figures in the martial arts world, and they still couldn't hide their excitement when they met the legendary Four Masters of the Martial Arts World.

Central Palace Roof
Standing atop a corner of the eaves, Ouyang Feng said coldly, "Stop playing coy and tell me your plan!"

On another corner of the eaves, Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, also turned his gaze over.

Zhou Botong scratched his head and asked, "Brother Xu, tell me quickly, what would make the martial arts competition more fun and interesting?"

Xu Xingchen's gaze swept over everyone, and he said seriously, "My idea is, why don't we all have a big free-for-all!"

"A big brawl?"

The people around were all completely confused, unable to grasp the meaning behind Xu Xingchen's words.

After frowning and thinking for a long time, Hong Qigong turned to ask, "Boy, do you mean what you said literally, or is there another meaning behind it?"

Xu Xingchen put it very clearly: "It means exactly what it says!"

Everyone was stunned.

A moment later, Zhou Botong was the first to shake his head and shout, "No! No!"

He glared and said, "Let's all attack together, fight each other recklessly, and whoever gets hit gets hit! We can fight anyone!"

"In that case, wouldn't we have no real opponents, yet everyone would be an opponent?"

"Won't the fighting get so bad that it becomes a complete mess, a chaotic battle, and in the end, no one can tell who's the winner?"

Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly in dissatisfaction and said, "You brat, you're always giving me random ideas!"

Ouyang Feng also mocked, "I thought you could come up with some brilliant suggestions, but I didn't expect you to be such a fool!"

Qiu Qianren stroked his bald head, which was sparsely covered with hair, with his large, calloused hands. After a moment of contemplation, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, he suddenly said, "Actually, I think this kid's suggestion is excellent."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he continued, "We attack each other, and we can switch opponents at any time; it's much more dangerous than a duel between two people."

"Such a chaotic battle puts a person's martial arts skills, reflexes, and intelligence to the test even greater end."

"Whoever emerges victorious in the end will be the true number one in the world, and all of us will have to admit defeat!"

Upon hearing Qiu Qianren's words, Hong Qigong's eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily, "Qiu Qianren's words make sense! If the number one person in the world can truly be determined in the grand melee, no one will be dissatisfied!"

Qiu Chuji, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, stepped forward and said loudly, "Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a chaotic brawl, the seven of us brothers will fight together!"

Ma Yu and the others exchanged glances, having already realized the wonder of the free-for-all.

The seven of them formed a sword formation, and it didn't really matter who they fought or what kind of chaotic battle they were in.

On the contrary, in a chaotic battle, with the others restraining each other, they might be able to take advantage of the situation and gain some edge.
Having understood this, Ma Yu immediately spoke up: "A free-for-all is an unprecedented form of martial arts competition; we, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, agree with this form of competition!"

Zhou Botong stood there, his long white eyebrows drooping, deep in thought for a while. Suddenly, he remembered his ambidextrous fighting technique, and his spirits lifted. Changing his tone, he exclaimed, "Hey, I just thought about it, and I feel like this free-for-all would be really fun; how about we have a free-for-all?"

"It's really fun when you hit me, I hit him, and then he hits someone else!"

Seeing that the majority of people agreed to a "free-for-all," Huang Yaoshi's gaze swept over the group one by one. After a long while, he said indifferently, "If you want a free-for-all, then let's have a free-for-all. I don't care!"

Everyone's attention turned to Ouyang Feng, who was at the back.

Although Ouyang Feng was treacherous and cunning, and did whatever it took, as one of the Four Great Masters of the Martial World, he still possessed the pride of a martial artist. He couldn't help but sneer, "Since you are all willing, why should I, Ouyang Feng, be afraid!"

His words signified that everyone on the rooftop had agreed to the chaotic battle format.

Their expressions immediately turned serious.
Xu Xingchen, Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, who were standing together, scattered in all directions like blooming petals.

Among them, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were considered a group, and they always maintained a tight formation.

The others all kept a similar distance between them, wary of each other!

Without a sound.
The aura emanating from the crowd began to rise and change, their eyes flashing with lightning-like light, and the muscles all over their bodies shifting between tension and relaxation, keeping their bodies in a state of readiness to strike at any moment.

Everyone should relax their minds and pay close attention to the changes in the energy of others around them.

At this moment.
Apart from the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, everyone else is their opponent, their enemy, and someone they need to be wary of.

Under the moonlight, everyone stood in silence.

As time slowly passed, the tense atmosphere grew stronger and stronger.

Soon, we reached a critical point!

The first person to make a move was actually Huang Yaoshi!

He suddenly raised his long flute, placed it to his lips, and began to play.

A mournful, low-pitched sound of a flute rose from the void.
In the blink of an eye, it shot straight into the sky like a thread, becoming sharp and high-pitched.

Throughout the process, the sound of the flute maintained a beautiful, undulating melody, producing a sonic melody that surpassed the capabilities of ordinary musicians. Driven by Huang Yaoshi's profound inner strength, the sound of the flute rapidly spread out, enveloping the entire imperial city.

Everyone within the imperial city
Whether it was the heavily armed soldiers hiding in the courtyard below or the martial arts masters standing on the roof, they all let out a muffled groan and their bodies trembled.

Those with profound internal strength can withstand it.

But those soldiers who had no internal strength immediately collapsed to the ground, dropping their weapons, covering their ears with their hands, and writhing and howling in pain.

Apart from these two groups, other martial artists with slightly weaker internal strength felt their internal strength being affected by the sound of the flute, slipping out of their control and becoming chaotic and disordered.

A moment of crisis.

Their bodies immediately underwent drastic changes.

Amidst the cracking and popping sounds of bones and muscles, his clothes were torn into fluttering pieces like butterflies.

His muscles grew and expanded continuously, turning him into a muscular giant with bulging muscles.

Of course, there are a few who, after transforming, do not appear as muscular men, but they still unleash the power of breaking through to the second level.

Not bad!

It takes at least the power of breaking through to the second realm to withstand the attack of Huang Yaoshi's "Azure Sea Tide Song".

Those who had only cultivated to the point of breaking through to the next realm were no match for the soldiers and could only fall to the ground, clutching their ears and struggling in pain.

above the roof
The transformed spectators regained their footing, using their inner strength to protect their eardrums from the sharp and varied flute sounds, while looking at the top of the central palace complex with horror.

The Eastern Heretic, one of the Four Greats, barely managed to overwhelm them with his mere display of skill, truly awe-inspiring!
On top of the central palace complex.
Xu Xingchen and the others were also struck by the sharp sound of the flute. In an instant, their bodies tensed up, and they circulated their internal energy to protect their eardrums.

This time, Huang Yaoshi's performance of the "Azure Sea Tide" was not as restrained as when he tested Guo Jing and Ouyang Ke on Peach Blossom Island.

The mesmerizing power contained in the sound of the flute is like a surging tide, rising and falling in waves, ever-changing and ever-changing.

Even those with profound skills, such as Xu Xingchen, Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng, Zhou Botong, and Qiu Qianren, felt their internal energy vibrate and hallucinations arise in their minds.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were already weaker than the others, and the moment the sound of the flute soared into the sky, they almost used the power of breaking through to the second realm.

Fortunately, the seven of them maintained the formation of the Big Dipper Formation, and their energy was interconnected.

When attacked by external forces, the body reacts by instantly mobilizing its internal energy to resist.

at the same time
The seven people quickly moved their feet, huddled together, and swiftly placed their left hands on each other's shoulders and backs.

The seven people's internal energy immediately connected, transforming into a vast and profound internal force that circulated within their bodies, completely blocking Huang Yaoshi's flute music.

The sound of the flute rose, and everyone was astonished!
While circulating his internal energy to resist, the energy within his body also underwent drastic changes.

Driven by mutual attraction and influence, they were forced to take action.

next moment.
Figures leaped and swooped, moving freely across the rooftops, launching attacks without any clear target.

The target of the attack comes from the subtle attraction between their respective energies!

Xu Xingchen drew his longsword, its light flashing, and exchanged two blows with Hong Qigong's jade bamboo staff in an instant.

Then, the sword light suddenly moved backward, blocking Ouyang Feng's Ghost-Faced Serpent Staff.

Using the momentum to retreat, they avoided Qiu Qianren's whistling iron palm.

He then faced off against Zhou Botong's Empty Fist.

The sword light flowed like water, breaking through the two attacks of the Empty Fist, and then met seven meteor-like, sharp sword lights.

Ding ding ding ding ding!
The swords wielded by the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were all forged by skilled craftsmen. Even if their quality was not as good as the Dragon-Slaying Sword in Xu Xingchen's hands, they were not easily damaged with the support of their internal energy.

Xu Xingchen's Dragon-Slaying Sword clashed fiercely with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's Heavenly Dipper Formation, and he immediately felt the pressure brought by the Heavenly Dipper Formation.

However, before he could even savor the benefits, the Big Dipper Formation expelled him, forcing him to confront Ouyang Feng's vicious and ruthless Ghost-Faced Serpent Staff.

Huang Yaoshi continued playing his flute, his figure transforming into a gentle breeze as he joined the chaotic battle.

Wherever it goes, its whirlwind-like, leaf-sweeping kicks strike in rapid succession, as fast as lightning.

The first kick was aimed at Hong Qigong's back, the second at Ouyang Feng's face, the third at Zhou Botong's knee, and the fourth was already at Qiu Qianren's chest.

He launched four consecutive kicks at four powerful opponents.

Their moves are unpredictable and their actions are as swift as the wind.

Even so, he was met with repeated counterattacks from powerful rivals around him.

The seven sword lights of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, like shooting stars chasing each other, streaked across the sky and almost pierced Huang Yaoshi's sleeve.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump.
The group moved with the speed of a whirlwind, their attacks as swift as lightning, their explosive energy creating a dense barrage like a string of small firecrackers.

After only a few rounds of fighting, everyone's hearts became extremely heavy.

"This chaotic brawl is...somewhat terrifying."

(End of this chapter)