The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 91: One Sword, Kneel.
"Are the brains of these three people fixed with screws? Their thoughts are so rigid."

Xu Xingchen complained in his heart, but then he thought again and felt that he had taken it for granted.

Many clique disputes are actually disputes over interests, which can lead to fights and even bloodshed.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little bored. He had originally thought that since there was no one else present this time, he would finally be able to witness Feng Buping's swift sword skills. But at this moment, he had no interest at all.

Feng Buping slowly drew out his long sword from its scabbard and said coldly, "Boy, draw your sword. Let's see if my self-created 108-stroke Kuangfeng Swift Sword can defeat your 'World's Number One Sword'."

Xu Xingchen glanced at the three of them and said calmly, "Three uncles, do you still remember Huashan?"

Feng Buping frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Xu Xingchen suddenly laughed: "Three uncles, since you know that I am respected as the best swordsman in the world, you should know one thing. Any one of you will not be my opponent, so, the three of you should come together!"

"Insanity!"

Feng Buping shouted angrily and swung his sword. Dozens of sword lights dispersed and spread, forming a cold and flashing sword energy gale, which cut through the grass on the ground and separated the branches that stretched out nearby, and spread out towards the figure of the young man three meters away.

The sword light surged, the sword wind whistled, the momentum exploded to the extreme, and it was unbridled to the extreme, as if it wanted to destroy and tear apart everything it encountered along the way.
Xu Xingchen let out a long sigh and drew his sword.

A sword light rose up around his body!

Instantly, a brilliant light bloomed
In this radiance, there are the shadows of ancient cypresses, the desolation of endless fallen leaves, the warmth of bells and drums, the noise of poetry and swords, the wonder of the upside-down hanging celestial being, the tenacity of the welcoming pines, the flying of golden geese and colorful phoenixes, the freedom of riding the wind and the flying dragons, until finally, a long rainbow breaks through the white clouds and rises into the sky.
At this moment, I will be at the top of the mountain, overlooking all the other mountains!

All the wonders and beautiful sights, all the hustle and bustle, all the leisure and happiness, all come together to form the majestic, dangerous, beautiful and magnificent Mount Huashan!
The extremely strong charm of the sword technique spread out, turning into a majestic voice, constantly echoing, calling out, and shouting in the hearts of Feng Buping, Cheng Buyou, and Cong Buqi.
Huashan! Huashan!
Huashan! Huashan!
Xu Xingchen wielded this sword light with unprecedented gentleness, advancing forward like mercury pouring out of the ground, seemingly slow but actually fast.

The fierce sword light and sword energy like a strong wind hit it, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an ant trying to shake a tree, and it was annihilated and dissipated silently.

The sword light was like the most beautiful, magnificent and strange painting in the world, sweeping Feng Buping's figure in, and continued to move forward, enveloping the figures of Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi as well.

After a competition with Feng Qingyang and more than half a year of revision and improvement, Xu Xingchen's "The First Sword of Mount Hua" has made great progress.

The martial arts skills of the three members of the Sword Sect are top-notch in the entire martial arts world, especially Feng Buping's internal strength and swordsmanship, which are not necessarily inferior to some of the leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

But even the Sword Saint Feng Qingyang couldn't help but feel shaken and dazed when facing this sword technique half a year ago, let alone the three people from the Sword Sect.

Faced with this fantastic and mysterious sword, the three of them were captivated and were drawn into it without any power to resist.

In a trance, those memories that stayed in the deepest part of my heart, those scenes that had faded for many years, or even forgotten for a long time, were turned over again.
The master, mistress, brothers, brothers, sisters, and younger sisters in my memory.
People who were once so close to me but are now so unfamiliar to me seem to become fresh and vivid again at this moment.
Together they swam and played in various places on Huashan Mountain, walked in the dense ancient cypress forest, admired the desolation of the endless fallen leaves, marveled at the stone pillars hanging upside down in the sky, and praised the pine trees rooted in the rock walls.
All the brothers gathered together for a grand gathering, feeling the warmth of the bells and drums, listening to the beauty of the ensemble of zither and flute, chanting the heroic poems of the ancients, and learning from each other's swordsmanship.
They climbed up the cliffs and watched the rolling clouds in the mountain stream. When they saw the wind and clouds rising, it seemed as if someone was riding a dragon and flying away.
A line of golden geese flies across the sky
The autumn is crisp and clear.
All the brothers and sisters, uncles and uncles of Huashan Sect stood together at the highest peak, admiring the majestic and beautiful Huashan.
The white clouds roll like waves, a rainbow pierces the sun, and the sky is clear.
There is peace and tranquility between heaven and earth
I don't know when.
Feng Buping stood there motionless, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, still unaware that his eyes, which had been dry for many years and only had endless anger left, now had some crystal clear liquid in them.
Cheng Buyou fell to his knees helplessly, his hands tightly grasping the weeds and soil on the ground, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, so clear and hideous.
Cong Buqi leaned against a big tree and slid down to sit on the ground, covering his face tightly with his hands, his shoulders shaking violently.
Xu Xingchen has disappeared.

When he sheathed his sword and walked away for a distance, he suddenly heard two or three cries like the weeping of a cuckoo or the wailing of a monkey from behind him, the sounds were filled with the endless sadness of a wanderer away from home.

"Huashan~~~! Huashan~~~!"

“Woo~~~~~~!”

Xu Xingchen did not use "The First Sword of Mount Hua" to attack the three people. Instead, he used the rich charm of swordsmanship to awaken the deepest memories in the three people's minds, and took them back to their youth to re-experience the good memories they had once forgotten.

This kind of nostalgia is definitely the biggest killer for the elderly.

The three people from the Sword Sect were completely defeated by Xu Xingchen's sword and burst into tears.

Xu Xingchen listened to the intermittent sad cries behind him, sighed again, and murmured: "I don't know whether what I did is right or wrong."

Half a month later, three people from the Sword Sect appeared in the back mountain of Huashan and met Feng Qingyang.

"Why are you three back?"

".I've been away from home for more than 20 years. I'm back to take a look!"

"Home? Humph, what on earth happened to make the three of you feel so devastated?"

".We met Master Xu"

"You three went to cause trouble for that kid? You must have hit a wall!" "Yes, Uncle Master!"

"Have you seen that sword technique?"

"It's that sword technique, which is unrivaled in the world and can be called the best sword in the world. With such a person in Qi Sect, what are we fighting for? We can just go back to the back of Huashan Mountain and live in seclusion."

"Hmph! That's fine! This world is already the world of the young. You are already old, what are you fighting for?"

Xu Xingchen naturally didn't know that the three members of the Sword Sect, whose defenses were broken by him, were disheartened and recalled the good life on Mount Hua in the past. They all quietly hid back in the back of Mount Hua, lived in seclusion and never participated in anything in the martial arts world again.
At noon the next day, he finally arrived outside Hengshan City.

As we were walking along the official road, we heard someone running quickly from the nearby woods, and we could faintly hear some shouting and scolding from behind.

Xu Xingchen turned his head and saw a middle-aged man running rapidly in the forest. His speed was as fast as a raging gale.

Under his arm, he was holding a person, wearing a gray robe, with a bald and round head. Because his head was bent down, his appearance could not be seen clearly, but judging from his posture, he seemed to be a delicate woman.

Several dozen feet behind the middle-aged man, a dozen bald women in grey robes were anxiously chasing him, shouting at him from time to time.

"Tian Boguang, you lecher, put Yi Lin down quickly!"

"Slut, don't run!"

"Let's chase him quickly. We can't let him take Yilin away!"

Hearing these movements, Xu Xingchen narrowed his eyes, turned around, took a few steps, and stopped the middle-aged man who was running as fast as the wind. He asked calmly: "Are you Tian Boguang?"

"It's your Grandpa Tian, hahahaha, anyone who stands in the way will die!"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, rushed straight to the young man without stopping, drew the sword with his right hand, put it back into the sheath, and flashed past the young man in front of him.

During the whole process, the pace of the rush did not slow down at all.
"Tian Boguang, where are you going?"

The young man's voice made Tian Boguang's face suddenly change. He stopped immediately, turned around, and looked at the young man three meters behind him. Then his eyes widened and he shouted, "This is impossible!"

Xu Xingchen supported Yi Lin, who was wearing a grey monk robe, with one hand, and took off the strong arm that was around Yi Lin's waist with the other hand, and threw it to the ground. He looked at Tian Boguang calmly and asked calmly, "What's impossible about this?!"

Tian Boguang looked at the familiar arm discarded on the ground, turned his head suddenly, looked at his empty left shoulder, and screamed belatedly: "Ah~~! My arm. When did you cut off my arm?"

Xu Xingchen held Yi Lin's shoulder with one hand, helping her stand on the ground, and replied nonchalantly: "Of course it was when you passed by me!"

"How could your sword be faster than my knife?!" Tian Boguang was so excited that the blood vessels that were sealed by Xu Xingchen's energy burst immediately, and blood spurted out. Panicked, Tian Boguang pressed several major acupoints around his shoulder to stop the blood gushing out.

Even so, Tian Boguang's face still turned pale, partly because of excessive blood loss, and partly because he was shocked by the young man in front of him who was much faster than himself in swordsmanship.

Xu Xingchen looked at the little nun who was unable to move like a piece of wood, and knew that Tian Boguang had pressed her acupoints. He glanced at the several gray-clothed figures approaching quickly and gave up the idea of helping her untie the knot.

Turning his head to look at Tian Boguang, he saw that he actually knew the opportunity to turn around and flee, and had already run two or three meters away. He couldn't help but secretly admire that guy's agility. He was indeed worthy of being a flower-stealing thief who had been in the underworld for so many years and had not been caught and killed.

"Is he bullying me because I can't spare any effort right now?!"

Thinking in his mind, he drew out the sword and threw it forward.

The sword flashed like lightning, and with a slight sound of "swish", it had already crossed a distance of several feet, pierced through Tian Boguang's vest, and pierced out of his chest.

Tian Boguang, who was running fast, saw the sharp sword suddenly appearing in front of his chest. His face turned pale and he stopped.

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