Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Amidst the howling wind, Russell's calm voice rang out.

The chilling sword intent pierced through the sky in an instant, roaring as it met the sword energy filled with rage.

Ripples rolled across the sky, creating huge waves. With just a brief contact, the world was stirred into a mess.

“You clearly have such skill in swordsmanship, why do you still play that attention-seeking clown!” Fuyou’s eyes suddenly brightened.

This is the kind of swordsmanship competition he yearns for.

Sword energy against sword energy, swordsmanship against swordsmanship, and the way of the sword against the way of the sword.

Instead of doing shameless things like before.

This behavior is not that of a true man.

"It was my fault for judging others by my own petty standards. What follows is my true swordsmanship. Be careful, Brother Fuyou." As he spoke, countless acupoints around Russell's body lit up with starlight, and streams of the purest and most refined sword intent slowly condensed on his body.

The fact that the Sword Qi Great Wall side didn't have many questions about calling the demon clan members their elder brothers.

Racial divisions only represent opposing positions, not fundamental differences in character.

"Of course, Sword Immortal Luo, just draw your sword." Fuyou laughed, and the immortal sword named Mayfly returned to his hand, with strands of crystal-clear sword intent flowing like water on the blade.

"punish."

He uttered a single word softly.

The space, like a fragile glass mirror, shattered instantly, revealing a deep, dark crack.

A torrent of desolate, ancient, and extremely chilling sword intent suddenly burst forth from the crevice.

The ancient flying sword, originally named "Fellow Daoist," transformed into a pure white killing sword and appeared in front of him.

The floating creature looked around and saw that the world was completely red. All it could see was a red light, like a curtain covering an area of ​​countless miles.

"What a deadly sword."

Fuyou gave a praise, and the Mayfly Sword hummed softly, its sword energy condensing and transforming into a lifelike long dragon of sword energy.

With a resounding clang, all other sounds in the world ceased to emanate as the long dragon of sword energy roared towards the pure white killing sword.

The sword energy hissed.

The Zhuxian Sword is only for killing.

The sword light flashed by, and when this sword was slashed out, the flow of time seemed to slow down ten or a hundred times, and space was completely frozen and still.

Only that cold, clear sword light flowed past like the pure moonlight.

It seemed slow, yet it traversed tens of thousands of miles of sky in an instant, extinguishing all life wherever it passed. All space, and even time, seemed to be cut, broken, and obliterated by this single stroke.

Everyone who witnessed this sword strike was filled with indescribable shock and felt a chill run through them.

"That bitch has this trick up her sleeve?!"

On the Great Wall of Sword Qi, countless sword cultivators stared in disbelief. This sword strike was pure and simple killing intent.

They asked themselves if they could withstand such a sword strike.

"Who told you that a scoundrel is necessarily weak?" The eldest swordsman, Chen Qingdu, said calmly.

He always knew that Russell was in Tibet.

So when he asked for the eighth position, he agreed without hesitation.

“This kid…” Yao Lingxi clicked her tongue and patted little Ning Yao’s head.

She couldn't compare to her younger brother, but luckily she still had her daughter.

"It should have been done long ago!"

The sword intent in Fuyou's eyes grew brighter and brighter, eventually burning like two silver-white fireballs.

The moment the sword appeared, he felt every inch of his flesh being pierced by the chilling killing intent contained within the sword light.

The long dragon of sword energy was almost instantly shattered into countless fragments.

But the floating creature's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

The wind and waves surged, and endless sword intent converged, transforming into a long river of sword energy that swooped down from the sky.

The sword rang out with a sharp clang, piercing straight into the thunder, and a moon-like streak of light flashed across the sky for hundreds of miles.

Sword energy clashed with sword energy, and sword intent intersected with sword intent.

His floating form retreated a thousand miles, the Immortal Execution Sword Qi annihilating his protective water miasma. He then retaliated with a slash.
"kill."

Another single character.

A murderous intent suddenly rose between heaven and earth.

Wait a minute, the sword slowly faded, transforming into a crimson demonic sword.

Boundless Yin energy surged forth.

The endless sea of ​​blood churned, forming towering waves. Every drop of blood contained a mad sword intent that slaughtered all living beings. In the rolling blood waves, countless twisted and painful faces floated and howled, converging into a blood-red torrent that devoured all life.

The blood waves crashed down, gurgling and releasing a scorching heat.

A stench filled the air, and the aura of slaughter assaulted the very soul.

"cut!"

Fuyou cried out in surprise and slashed down with his sword, unleashing a highly refined, dark blue sword aura.

The sword energy surged against the wind, and the filthy, viscous sea of ​​blood, filled with endless killing intent and resentment, was cleaved in two by this simple and unadorned sword strike.

A soft rumble stirred ripples in the sea of ​​blood.

"trap."

The sword flashed a pale blue light as it read "Stop!"

An indescribable, sinking force silently spread out from the center of the Immortal-Trapping Sword.

This power is formless and intangible, yet so heavy that it seems capable of crushing all the heavens and myriad worlds.

The entire battlefield groaned under this crushing force; the space became viscous like a swamp, the light distorted and dimmed, and gravity seemed to increase a thousandfold in an instant, threatening to crush everything tangible and intangible into annihilation.

In an instant, Fuyou felt as heavy as a mountain in his limbs and bones, and every breath became incredibly difficult.

The omnipresent force of gravity not only affected his physical body, but also frantically pulled at his soul and his sword intent, trying to drag him into an abyss of no return.

He grunted, the veins on his forehead bulging slightly, and he gripped the sword hilt tightly, pressing it down hard.

Like the Milky Way flowing backwards, a vast expanse of eerie light emanated from the Mayfly Sword, coiling around it and resisting this irresistible gravitational pull.

Now that things have come to this, he has no regrets.

All I ask is that after witnessing Russell's fourth sword, I can make the Great Wall of Swords and the entire desolate world see his sword.

"Absolutely."

Following the white, red, and blue swords, the last black immortal sword has finally appeared.

Once this sword is drawn, all directions will be destroyed.

All life is extinguished, and all things return to stillness.

The floating aura suddenly plummeted to its limit, and the immortal sword in his hand shattered, turning into a soft blue light.

"Thank you."

"Floating," he said calmly.

He had long been aware of the gap between himself and Russell. If Russell hadn't wanted him to see his four immortal swords, he would have been killed by Russell long ago.

Now that Russell has seen his sword, it's time for him to see his own.

"Mayflies are born in the morning and die at dusk, their lives lasting only a day."

Floating creature raises its right hand.

A point of ethereal blue light shone in his palm, then extended, transforming into a longsword formed from the convergence of countless mayflies.

Countless mayflies are born and die countless times in the blink of an eye within the river of time formed by this long sword.

Deep within the desolate wilderness, Zhou Mi silently watched this scene.

Those who live only a day seek a fleeting eternity. This sword both cuts through time and is cut by time.

He was the person he had specially chosen to exchange pieces with Russell.

After this sword strike, the floating sword was destroyed and the person died. Russell would also be annihilated in the corridor of time on that day, without birth or death.

There was no winner in this battle, yet he managed to exchange his life for that of the greatest swordsman of all time. All things considered, he was still the superior one.

"With this sword, I return the favor to my fellow Daoist."

Since it was a sword strike that had consumed the opponent's life, Russell would naturally not hold back.

Then, four sword lights of white, red, blue, and black flew out, majestic and magnificent, as if they were about to split the endless void.

A colossal array encompassing the heavens appeared in the endless void, with four-colored sword lights intertwined, transforming into an indescribable and terrifying sword aura.

A sword fell.

In the eyes of a mayfly, the sun sets and the moon rises, and the morning sun rises again.

The floating sword light, carrying all the sword intent and righteousness, along with the millions of tiny mayflies, witnessed the sunrise of the second day. The mayfly sword light, edged with gold, was so dazzling.

next moment.

The floating man and his sword were shattered; his body perished and his spirit vanished.

Russell faced the desolate world, surrounded by four immortal swords.

"The outcome of the Thirteen Battles is now decided, and the Wilderness World should fulfill its promise," Chen Qingdu said in a deep voice.

As previously agreed, the demon race must hand over all swords in the desolate world to the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Among the demon race, a powerful demon snorted coldly and stepped forward.

In an instant, demonic clouds rolled in.

The earth shook violently, and a deafening roar spread from afar, causing the whole world to tremble.

All sorts of ferocious beasts converged into a sea current, rushing out from the spatial passage, stretching out in a continuous line, like a long black line, rolling in like ocean waves.

A malevolent aura swept across the heavens and earth, and demonic energy permeated the air. A thunderbolt streaked across the sky, its dazzling white light illuminating the darkness for a fleeting moment, revealing a glimpse of the massive army in the distance.

Clearly, the demon race has no intention of fulfilling its oath.

"Let's fight." Chen Qingdu snorted coldly.

Streaks of sword light descended from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, surging into the battlefield of the demon race.

Russell silently raised his hand.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation blotted out the sky and sun.

As the sound of swords echoed, it was as if ten thousand swords were traversing the sky. Countless streams of air were swept up by the sword energy, transforming into a storm of sword energy that swept across the universe.

Endless sword light instantly filled the entire world, reaping the lives of the demon race.

In the blink of an eye, blood cascaded down like a waterfall, and severed limbs and heads rained down from the sky.

A powerful demon at the peak of the thirteenth realm charged towards Russell without regard for anything else, but with a flash of sword light, the demon's corpse crashed to the ground.

The entire demon race's offensive was momentarily halted.

The Sword Qi Great Wall side was also shaken.

A sword cultivator at the peak of the thirteenth realm, just like that, died?

"Good to kill!"

Ah Liang laughed loudly, first charging into the formation and slaying a great demon who was also at the thirteenth realm. On his way back, he also wiped out two demons at the twelfth realm.

One sword strike, one return, all done in one smooth motion.

A great battle came quickly and ended just as fast; the fighting quickly came to a close.

The demon race seemed to have little will to fight, and after a few battles, the conflict fizzled out.

With the victory secured, everyone's gaze turned to the figure standing in mid-air, carrying a sword box on his back.

In this battle, the number of demon heads slain by this man in green robes was more than the combined total of everyone in the Sword Qi Great Wall.

The number of great demons who died at his hands was more than two dozen.

Everyone knows that after this battle, Luo Jianren's "Jianren" (meaning "cheap" or "despicable") will have to be changed, and he should be respectfully called Luo Jianxian (Sword Immortal Luo), no, he should be called Luo Dajianxian (Great Sword Immortal Luo).

He was able to kill a peak thirteenth-level cultivator with a single sword strike, so he must be at least a fourteenth-level cultivator. I just don't know what he has merged with.

"Have you decided what to carve yet?" Ah Liang asked Russell cheekily, leaning close to him. Come to think of it, he was qualified to carve a word himself today.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi has a long tradition of inscribing words on it. Of course, the conditions for inscribing words are very strict. One must kill a great demon of the thirteenth realm to be qualified to leave words.

Now, on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there are only seventeen characters.

Chen Qingdu's "Sword Qi Endures Forever", Qi Tingji's "Qi", Chen Xi's "Chen", Dong Sangeng's "Dong", and others include "Dao Fa", "Hao Ran", "Xi Tian", and "Lei Chi Chong Di".

Today, Russell has slain two great demons, thus earning the right to leave behind two words.

"You go first," Russell said with a light laugh.

Ah Liang naturally wouldn't refuse, and went straight for it with a fierce attack.

After eighteen words, Russell finally extended his hand.

The Zhuxian Sword's sharp edge flashed across the city wall like silver hooks and iron strokes, then, without hesitation, it flew away gracefully. Everyone looked towards the Great Wall, where, on the side of the character "猛" (měng, meaning fierce/fierce), the two characters "来过" (lái guò, meaning "I have been here") were written in a particularly elegant and powerful style.

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[Qingming Gazette, Issue A] "Urgent News from the Great Wall of Sword Qi! The final battle of the Thirteen Kingdoms has begun. Russell slays the great demon Fuyou, and the demon race tears up their alliance on the spot..."

[Cloudy Immortal Tales] "The Great Sword Immortal Russell..."

[Bailu Academy Transcript] "The Headmaster's Note:..."

The battle for the thirteenth place has come to an end, with the Great Wall of Swords emerging victorious.

Russell slew two powerful demon sword cultivators at the thirteenth realm with his sword, and unleashed four swords simultaneously, their sword light traversing thousands of miles, chilling the demon race to the bone.

After this battle, his name swept across the four worlds like a storm.

The vast world's official gazette published his deeds frantically. All the major sects, academies, and immortal caves were discussing this peerless sword immortal who had suddenly appeared. Some marveled at his unparalleled swordsmanship, some speculated about his origins, and some were preparing to challenge him to a duel.

Russell, however, had no time to concern himself with these matters.

The waves crashed against the small boat, and the splashing water dampened the hem of Russell's clothes.

The four swords of annihilation, destruction, and annihilation slowly rotated around him, silently cutting through the oncoming wind and waves.

On this journey, he intended to travel overseas to seek out the most virtuous and successful person in the world.

Above the vast expanse of blue water, amidst the swirling mist, a celestial mountain, resembling a giant turtle submerged in the waves, appears and disappears amidst the shifting clouds and rosy hues.

The mountain is incredibly beautiful, and its spiritual energy is so rich that it manifests as flowing clouds that encircle its waist.

This mountain has no name and is not recorded on ordinary maps. The closer you get, the calmer the sea becomes, until it becomes like a mirror, reflecting the flowing clouds in the sky.

Russell paused on the outskirts of the island.

Gazing at the distant green mountains before him, Russell casually unleashed a sword strike, and as soon as the sword was slashed out, visible ripples surged in the void.

His response was also an extremely sharp sword aura.

The two sword energies collided, instantly producing a tremendous roar like a series of thunderclaps.

The roaring sound continued incessantly, filling the clear blue sky with the sound of thunder!
"Who is coming?"

A clear voice echoed through the mountains.

"Russell."

Russell responded calmly.

The next moment, a gust of wind suddenly arose.

It shook the pine forests covering the mountains, stirred up waves, and churned the thick clouds.

The sound of pine trees echoes like the roar of swords! The raging sea condenses into sword energy! The sea of ​​clouds transforms into a sword formation!
Heaven and earth, mountains and seas, wind and clouds—all at this moment become Bai Ye's sword! (End of Chapter)