Liver into a martial arts legend: starting with Embroidered Spring Blade

Chapter 169 Sword Intent Shakes the Heavens, Eagle Claws Tear Through the Sky! [First Update]

As the sun sets, another night falls.

At the entrance of the alley outside the Money Gang, the Giant Whale Gang suffered heavy casualties; some died, some fled, and the battle was gradually coming to an end.

Even Elder Li Tianhao was dead, pierced through the heart by Murong Qiudi's sword, and fell unwillingly into a pool of blood.

With Youming's strength, dealing with a mere Giant Whale Gang is naturally a piece of cake.

But now, an even more powerful adversary has arrived.

"The White-browed Eagle King and the Green-winged Bat King... two Grandmasters have actually arrived. This is troublesome," Murong Qiudi murmured, her brows furrowed.

Although she had personally witnessed Jiang Xuan's strength and seen him defeat Shangguan Jin Hong, who was at the second step of the Intent Realm, she was still very grateful.

But I still can't help but feel worried.

This time, after all, they are two grandmasters.

Even if Shangguan Jin Hong encountered this situation, he would probably find it extremely troublesome.

Looking at the two dark figures standing on the rooftops on either side of the street, Murong Qiudi's expression was extremely solemn. She quietly waved her hand and led the Netherworld people back to the Money Gang's territory, leaving the battlefield to them.

She herself had no intention of interfering.

A battle at the Grandmaster level is far beyond her current capabilities. If Yan Shisan, Huang Xuemei, and the rest of the Netherworld were all present, they could perhaps use their numerical advantage to hold off one of Jiang Xuan's opponents and alleviate some of the pressure on him.

But at this moment, everyone else had gone out to resist the invasion of the various sects, and she was the only one here, so she was powerless to do anything about it.

On the contrary, if one's strength is insufficient, forcibly helping will only cause trouble and distract Jiang Xuan.

It can only be said that the timing chosen by Yin Tianzheng and Wei Yixiao was too coincidental. It happened just when the forces of the Netherworld were scattered. Even Tianji Laoren and Li Xunhuan had left more than ten days ago, leaving Jiang Xuan isolated and helpless.

But there was nothing she could do; now she had no choice but to trust Jiang Xuan.

At the alley entrance, Jiang Xuan's long hair flew wildly, and his Dragon Blade was already unsheathed. He looked up at the two figures in front of him, who were as bright as the sun and exuded a terrifying aura. His face was cold and his eyes were extremely solemn.

The four guardian kings of the Ming Cult were all top-level masters when Yang Dingtian was the leader more than ten or twenty years ago, and they were renowned in the martial arts world.

Now that so many years have passed, it's not surprising that he has broken through to the Grandmaster level.

He just didn't expect that the two of them would come together.

One person might have a chance of winning, but in a two-on-one situation, the outcome becomes more unpredictable.

He could sense that, in terms of martial arts realm alone, neither of them was inferior to Shangguan Jin Hong, especially Yin Tian Zheng, whose aura was terrifyingly profound.

Among the grandmasters Jiang Xuan had ever met, only the "Iron-Blooded Marquis" Zhu Wushi and the Heavenly Mystery Elder could probably compare to him.

Even Shangguan Jin Hong and Li Xun Huan were far from enough.

This is a difference in realm, not in combat strength; it is achieved through exceptional talent and a long period of time.

Therefore, Jiang Xuan did not dare to underestimate it in the slightest.

"The two great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult have come together; they certainly think highly of me!" Seeing that neither of them intended to make a move immediately, Jiang Xuan spoke first, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"What a vibrant and healthy body! In a moment, I'll drain all your blood and see if you can still be so sharp-tongued!" Wei Yi laughed wickedly, completely ignoring Jiang Xuan's mockery. He was determined to avenge the Eagle King and make him return to the Holy Sect with him.

"Get out of my way, I don't need your help!"

Yin Tianzheng shouted, then looked at Jiang Xuan with sharp, piercing eyes like a hawk, staring intently at the ghostly mask on Jiang Xuan's face, and said coldly, "I don't care about your background. My son took the Heavenly Demon Harp, but his strength was insufficient, and he was defeated by you. I have nothing to say. But you shouldn't have killed him directly."

"I have only had one son and one daughter in my life, but fate has been cruel. My daughter disappeared more than ten years ago, and now my son has died at your hands. I cannot let this go unavenged."

"Although you are only at the Grandmaster level, you have already mastered the power of intent, and even Shangguan Jin Hong died at your hands. You must already have the strength to fight against a Grandmaster. My fight with you cannot be considered as suppressing you with my level."

"Today, I will fight you fairly. If I lose, this feud will be over. I will admit defeat and never mention revenge again."

"But if you are defeated, then don't blame me for being ruthless and avenging my son!"

Yin Tianzheng stood tall with his hands behind his back and spoke slowly. Even though he had the upper hand, he voluntarily gave up his plan to join forces with Wei Yixiao and wanted to have a fair one-on-one battle with Jiang Xuan. He truly lived up to the demeanor of a great hero.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuan's eyes flickered slightly, showing some surprise, and his impression of Yin Tianzheng changed somewhat.

Wei Yixiao frowned slightly. Although he had only exchanged one move with Jiang Xuan, he could already sense that Jiang Xuan's strength was no less than his own. He couldn't help but advise, "Eagle King, this kid is acting strangely. Don't be too overconfident..."

"you shut up!"

Yin Tianzheng said sternly, "You know my character very well. If you're my brother, then don't interfere in this matter. I'll handle my own affairs. Otherwise, don't blame me for turning against you!"

Wei Yixiao had no choice but to keep quiet and respect his old brother's decision, because he knew that if he insisted on continuing to take action, the old man might really turn against him.

At that time, it will be extremely difficult to persuade them to return to the Holy Church.

But he was determined that if Yin Tianzheng was no match for him, he would not stand idly by and would ensure his old comrade's safety no matter what.

"Be careful!" Wei Yixiao moved swiftly, retreating to a distance to watch the battle.

Yin Tianzheng looked at Jiang Xuan again, no longer speaking, but the aura in his body continued to rise, like the blazing sun under the long night, burning fiercely like flames, extremely hot.

Jiang Xuan took a deep breath, slowly took two steps back, the Youlong Blade hummed softly, and his words carried a greater sense of respect: "Please."

"Yin Tianzheng actually chose a fair one-on-one duel? If so, he should still have a chance of winning!" Inside the Golden Money Gang's stronghold, Murong Qiudi breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

If Jiang Xuan was able to defeat Shangguan Jin Hong, then defeating Yin Tian Zheng at this moment should not be a problem.

At the same time, she also felt admiration for Yin Tianzheng's magnanimity.

He came here seeking revenge, yet he still upheld the code of honor among the martial arts world and refused to bully the weak with numbers. He truly deserves to be called a grandmaster.

With a loud bang, the two attacked simultaneously.

Murong Qiudi quickly focused her gaze and saw the two of them simultaneously ascend into the night sky. Their true energy, one golden and one white, was dazzling, like two dragons soaring through the night sky, engaging in fierce combat and collision.

The sound was deafening, like thunder and lightning, and incredibly dazzling.

Jiang Xuan gripped the Dragon-Wandering Blade tightly, and in an instant, he unleashed dozens of golden blade lights, moving with lightning speed, almost like a phantom. At the same time, the blade lights were also extremely dazzling, tearing through the night sky, illuminating the darkness, and enveloping Yin Tianzheng.

This battle was both a duel and a fight to the death.

Therefore, he dared not hold back at all, and his first move was his strongest attack.

This strike, enhanced by both true qi and artistic conception, and incorporating most of the sword and saber techniques he had learned, is the strongest sword technique he can currently execute.

With the true qi strength of a sixth-grade grandmaster, coupled with the domineering intent, it achieves the strongest sword intent. Even if the opponent is a top grandmaster, he will be instantly killed. Ordinary grandmasters would also find it difficult to resist.

Just like the Great Joyful Bodhisattva who was attacked for the first time, if he had had the flair of that one strike back then, the battle wouldn't have been so difficult. With just that one strike, he could have seriously injured her and caused her to bleed.

At this moment, the night sky was torn apart, the night wind stopped, and it was as if even time and space had frozen.

Only the dazzling light of countless blades, carrying boundless killing intent, rushed towards their opponent in the night sky.

"As expected, it's the second level of artistic conception..." As expected, Yin Tianzheng was also taken aback, but he quickly widened his eyes in disbelief.

This is... the intent of the sword?
How can this be?

Wasn't this guy supposed to be a swordsman?
But what he was feeling at this moment was the supremely powerful and domineering essence of the sword!
Despite his surprise and doubt, Yin Tianzheng was, after all, a seasoned expert who had been through countless battles, and his reaction was quick.

Amidst the dazzling light and shadow, he too made his move. With a casual wave of his hand, countless claw shadows appeared, as if dozens or even hundreds of eagles were swooping down together, creating countless eagle claw phantoms. It seemed that they also possessed the power to tear through the void, colliding with the dazzling sword light.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the sword lights imbued with profound power shattered, defeated one by one by the void claw shadows. Yin Tianzheng staggered back a bit and landed on the ground, clearly having expended considerable energy.

But his most powerful strike was so easily neutralized. Jiang Xuan frowned, somewhat surprised by Yin Tianzheng's strength.

"Eagle Claw Grappling Technique? He actually mastered it to this level?!"

He recognized Yin Tianzheng's unique skill as a combination of his signature move and a first-rate Eagle Claw technique. However, Yin Tianzheng had mastered it to the level of skill approaching the Dao, demonstrating the 'claw stance' and almost touching upon its power of intent.

Although external martial arts techniques such as fists, fingers, claws, and palms can be practiced to express postures or artistic conceptions, their difficulty far exceeds that of weapon-based martial arts.

Yin Tianzheng managed to reach the realm of profound understanding with only a first-rate Eagle Claw grappling technique. Such perseverance is truly admirable.

Jiang Xuan's expression turned solemn, and his sense of vigilance increased even more. No wonder Shangguan Jin Hong was so strong, yet he had not dared to offend the Sky Eagle Sect, an old and established force, all these years.

The difference in their martial arts skills was not significant.

In fact, Yin Tianzheng's skill level was far superior to Shangguan Jinhong's.

While the power of artistic conception can make up for some of the gap, it is still quite limited.

At least, Yin Tianzheng's Eagle Claw Kung Fu has already reached the point where it can rival the power of artistic conception.

Rumbling--

The two attacked again, transforming into two hurricanes that spiraled upwards. The gold and white colors collided fiercely, whipping up the blue bricks and gray tiles on the ground, as if the heavens were enraged.

From the outside, it looked like two tornadoes intertwined and shifting, a strange sight that shocked countless people in the city, who marveled at the wonder of martial arts.

In reality, this is a clash of artistic conceptions.

Jiang Xuan struck again, each strike with all his might. The blade light surged like golden lightning, shaking the sky and seemingly shattering the long night. He repeatedly cleaved the eagle claws that came flying through the air from the opposite side, and invisible shockwaves spread in all directions.

Despite the great distance, countless people could feel the terrifying oppression spreading from the sky, vast and boundless like the might of heaven.

"Gulp..." In the distance, Yagyu Tajima-no-kami, who had not yet escaped the city, was pale-faced. Looking at the two terrifying hurricanes in the night sky, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his eyes filled with fear and lingering dread.

"Father, is this the Grandmaster of the Central Plains martial arts world?" Liu Sheng Piaoxu supported him, her beautiful, fair face also filled with shock.

Their martial arts in Japan are somewhat different from those in China, and the Japanese ninjutsu she practiced is known for its unpredictable and ever-changing nature.

But compared to this extraordinary phenomenon that was almost like divine might, it was like children playing house, utterly incomparable.

"Go! Go quickly!" Yagyu Tajima-no-kami snapped out of his daze and, instead of answering, urged Yagyu Hyousu to leave.

Before tonight, he still had some confidence, believing that although he had not broken through to the next level, he had the ultimate skill "God of Slaughter One Slash" by his side, and even compared with a true grandmaster, there should not be much of a gap.

But tonight's battle shattered his confidence completely.

He secretly vowed that before he broke through, if he encountered a true grandmaster in the future... no, even if he encountered a grandmaster who had comprehended the essence of the realm, he would run as far away as possible.

The martial arts of the Central Plains are truly terrifying!

That night, the city of Wenzhou, which had just calmed down, was thrown into turmoil again. Countless people saw two tornadoes raging above the headquarters of the Money Gang.

Inside the tornado, two figures could be vaguely seen weaving and leaping, their extraordinary lightness skills allowing them to continuously traverse the sky, even briefly soaring through the air, engaging in fierce battles in the heavens, like ancient gods descending to earth, their divine might overwhelming and awe-inspiring.

"Skilled in both swordsmanship and saber techniques... and even possesses a strange sharpness... is this... the intent of arrows? Three intents combined into one, just who are you?!"

Yin Tian spoke amidst the fierce battle, now finding it difficult to remain calm, his heart filled with immense shock.

Although Jiang Xuan tried his best to conceal it, he had been roaming the martial arts world for over fifty years and had seen all kinds of martial arts. Even the power of intent, which was extremely mysterious to most martial artists, he had seen no less than ten kinds.

Therefore, during the dozens or hundreds of moves he fought with Jiang Xuan, he gradually sensed the essence of Jiang Xuan's Overlord Intent, which contained three different kinds of intent power.

Moreover, the various artistic conceptions and wonders they present are also different.

Although outsiders cannot see this wondrous scene, it is actually real. It not only has the power to bewitch and intimidate, but can also strengthen and reinforce the power of the scene, absorbing the power of heaven and earth to enhance the wonder of the scene and suppress opponents.

Therefore, the more magnificent the artistic wonder, the stronger its power.

Jiang Xuan controlled not just one kind of wondrous artistic conception, but rather three that shifted back and forth between each other.

This proves that it controls at least three different kinds of artistic conception power!
This was unbelievable to him, and he even began to question the meaning of life.

For ordinary people, cultivating a certain state of mind is already extremely difficult and requires a lifetime of effort.

Take him for example. He cultivates the Eagle Claw Intent, but due to insufficient talent and comprehension, he can only persevere and hone his skills over time. However, after cultivating for so many years, he has only touched upon a trace of the power of the intent and has not yet fully comprehended it.

And this guy in front of me has actually mastered three different states of mind, and has even stepped into the second step of all of them.
How can this be? !
(End of this chapter)