Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 419 The grudge is settled

It was May, and spring was in full bloom both north and south, a scene of prosperity and vitality.

Even in the frigid far north, the weather remains freezing cold. For miles around, the wind and frost are like swords, etched into the bone, and there is not a trace of human habitation, which stifles all life.

However, in this windswept ice field, a dark ice fortress stands quietly.

The gate tower plaque was covered in frost, but even so, the two characters "Sword Sect" on it still shone brightly.

Jian Zong.

A peculiar sect.

They are not like Shaolin and Wudang, who have become the leading figures in the world, nor do they contend for supremacy like the World Society. They never get involved in worldly disputes and have no real power.

There is only one purpose—to practice swordsmanship!
This is a force formed by a group of true swordsmen. They are not bound by the distinction between good and evil. Apart from abiding by the most basic sect rules, they are not required to obey the sect leader's orders, and they cannot mention the name of the Sword Sect to outsiders when they travel the martial world.

Therefore, although the Sword Sect is the origin of all swordsmanship in the world and has cultivated many peerless swordsmen, it has always been little known to the world.

Inside the Sword Sect's Ice Fortress, the chill was bone-deep and lingered for a long time.

The main hall is magnificent and spacious, capable of accommodating a hundred or so people. Twelve stone pillars rise to the sky, each engraved with the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, and the twelve zodiac animals.

Each stone pillar was also riddled with sharp swords, each sword piercing deep into the stone. Cracks, like spider silk, spread far and wide across the entire pillar, demonstrating the ferocity of the sword fight back then.

Even so, the stone pillars did not collapse because there was a master supporting each one.

However, these people, along with the stone pillars, were frozen in ice, their expressions and movements frozen in that very moment.

Yes, this is one of the most memorable scenes from the series.

"Watch the Sword Sect duel and enjoy a frozen life."

Ren Shaoyang watched all this, clicking his tongue in amazement. He then turned to look at Jian Chen and asked with a smile, "What are your thoughts?"

Jian Chen was taken aback. He looked at the white-robed man, then at the two people standing with their swords in hand, and finally at the sword in the air.

It was a sword that charged forward relentlessly, sharp and deadly, yet it was also a sword frozen in ice. A jade ring was placed on the tip of the sword. The pillar to which the sword pointed had a human-shaped indentation that was three-tenths of an inch deep in the stone, making it the only place in the entire hall that was not frozen in ice.

Finally, Jian Chen's gaze swept to the old man in the center of the hall, who was also frozen in ice.

He sat cross-legged, his thick beard and long hair framing his face, staring intently at the sword in the air, one hand poised as if to throw it.

Jian Chen said, "It was Grandmaster Jian Hui who threw away that jade ring, right?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Yes."

Jian Chen shook his head and sighed, "Sword God Ren, you just asked me what I thought. After seeing this, I can only say three words."

Ren Shaoyang asked curiously, "Which three?"

Jian Chen sneered, "That's unfair!"

Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and laughed, "You've got ambition, huh? Hehe, but unfortunately, you're not quite up to the task."

Jian Chen smiled faintly and said, "Compared to Ren Jianshen and others, I am naturally not good enough." He looked around at the many experts who were frozen in ice, and his smile turned cold. "I just didn't expect that, in front of everyone and with so many experts as witnesses, my grandmaster would still dare to treat my master like this."

"I never expected this!" Jian Chen pointed his halberd at Po Jun and roared, "This bastard escaped with his life and then poisoned my master's wife!"

Ren Shaoyang looked in the direction he was pointing.

Wuming wielded the Hero's Sword, while Pojun held the Greedy Wolf Sword and the Heavenly Blade.

They looked at each other, standing silently.

"Heh." Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Where in the world is there any fairness? At best, one can only ensure the most even distribution of resources among those below while protecting one's own interests."

Upon hearing this, Jian Chen frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Hey kid, look!"

Jian Chen looked up at the sword with the jade ring stuck in it.

Ren Shaoyang said, "This is irrefutable evidence."

Jian Chen stared blankly for a long time before saying, "Does Ren Jianshen mean that Master Ying Pojun has harmed Jian Hui's interests, so he will no longer uphold fairness and will directly overturn the table and destroy the Sword Sect?!"

He couldn't quite accept it and tilted his head, asking, "Is it really that serious?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and smiled wryly, "I don't know what Jian Hui is thinking." He smacked his lips and finally said, "This is not something a normal person would do!"

In the field.

Wuming looked at Pojun quietly and said coldly, "I spared you back then out of kindness, but I never expected that it would lead to the death of my beloved wife."

"I'd rather you, you hypocrite, kill me!"

Po Jun, his white hair flowing, his expression cold and stern, said, "After that battle, my hair and beard turned completely white, and I felt like I was living a life worse than death!"

Wuming said, "Fine, we're both living a life worse than death, let's end it here."

Po Jun laughed heartily: "Come on!"

Wuming opened his eyes and thrust the Hero's Sword diagonally. Swish, swish, swish, three swords flashed in the air.

Po Jun felt as if three white plum blossoms were blooming before his eyes, and he shouted, "Showy but insubstantial! Watch me break your swordsmanship!"

Swords and blades were drawn simultaneously, their fierce light flashing, as they attacked the hero's sword.

In an instant, the ice fortress was filled with a cold wind carrying flying snow, a vast expanse of white, the wind blowing even faster and stronger.

The two figures were swept up by the wind and snow, moving swiftly and indistinctly, yet the clash of swords and the sparks flying everywhere made the intensity of the fight beyond imagination.

"Nameless, it's been twenty years, and you still haven't made any progress?"

Po Jun slashed and thrust wildly, roaring incessantly.

Nameless wanders about, his longsword resting on the gaps between his opponent's swords, moving wherever he pleases, with extraordinary elegance.

Upon seeing this, Po Jun was truly horrified, but also filled with extreme resentment, and his attack became even more ferocious.

Seeing that his moves were slightly unsteady and his swords seemed to be out of control, Wuming sighed and said, "Even if I beat you like this, I guess you still won't be convinced."

Po Jun slashed several times with his sword, cursing loudly, "Bah! Trying to talk big with me? Aren't you afraid of your tongue getting twisted by the wind?"

Amidst the curses, Po Jun's powerful energy surged forth, as if creating the world from nothing, causing a deafening explosion all around!

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the surrounding giant pillars snapped in two, and large chunks of ice crashed down with a deafening roar.

The icicles collapsed, causing the entire ice castle to shake.

"Po Jun, Wu Ming, you two deserve to die! Back then, we fought to the death, and you trapped me here for over twenty years. Now, you're fighting again, and you're almost destroying the Sword Sect. Are you trying to crush me?!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from afar, the voice old but full of energy.

Jian Chen asked in surprise, "Huh? The Sword Sect actually has experts?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Yes, you should call him Grandmaster Uncle." As he spoke, his whole body trembled.

hum!
A strange force suddenly spread out, and the ice fragments that were shooting everywhere suddenly stopped, twisted, and returned to their original path.

Jian Chen was taken aback. He looked closely and saw that the ice pillars, which had already shattered and collapsed, were all restored to their original positions as if time had reversed.

Moreover, the temperature of the ice pillar suddenly rose, and flames burst forth, as if the pillars inside were not stone pillars but red-hot steel pillars.

The ice melted instantly, but in that instant, the high temperature disappeared, and an even more terrifying chill erupted, which abruptly restored the ice pillar to its original state, making it no different from before!

"My goodness! Who is this amazing person who possesses such divine power?"

The voice cried out in surprise, clearly startled by Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang watched the two continue their sword fight and casually replied, "Heh, junior Ren Shaoyang greets senior Sword Emperor."

Sword Emperor was the nameless grandmaster. He was originally a member of the royal family, but due to his obsession with swordsmanship, he abandoned his wealth and honor and joined the Sword Sect.

It is said that there are many masters in the Central Plains royal family. Whether it is Xiong Wu (Xiong Ba's senior brother) or Shi Dingtian (who is no less than Jue Wushen), they can sweep across the martial arts world.

Not to mention the terrifying Five Ancestors of the Rebellious Sword, and the even more terrifying Emperor Wenlong.

Because of his poor health, Emperor Wenlong secretly passed the throne to his twin brother, Wuchang. While traveling the martial arts world, he met Wu Wudi, and the two became close friends. In doing so, he also learned the complete set of "Xuanwu True Skill".

He only made a move once, and that was when he subdued Shuanglong Yuan Duanlang with a single strike!

It is astonishing that someone with insufficient skill, relying solely on the "Xuanwu True Skill," could achieve such a record. One cannot help but marvel at the extraordinary talent of the royal family.

Sword Emperor exclaimed in surprise, "Ren Shaoyang? What sect are you from? I've never heard of you before!"

Jian Chen's heart was pounding with shock at Ren Shaoyang. Upon hearing the Sword Emperor's question, he quickly replied, "Grandmaster Uncle, this is the 'Sword God,' currently the number one swordsman in the world!"

"The greatest swordsman in the world?" the Sword Emperor asked in surprise. "Does Nameless acknowledge him?"

“That’s right!” Wuming swiftly repelled Po Jun with a few sword strikes, then laughed loudly, “I would call Sword God Ren the strongest!”

"I never expected this, I never expected this." The Sword Emperor's voice came through the ice wall, his tone desolate, "Even you, brat, have admitted defeat."

"Nameless, we haven't even decided whether we'll live or die yet!"

Suddenly, Po Jun roared, and swords and blades came whistling down, like wolves howling at the moon, surging towards Wuming like waves crashing against him.

Wuming glanced at him indifferently and said, "Po Jun, you can't turn back now!" His movements became swift, and there were figures all around him. It was unknown how many times he moved or how many swords he drew. All that could be seen was the chaotic sword light, slicing through the air with a hissing sound.

Then came a series of clanging sounds, until finally, the chaotic sounds, like pearls on a jade plate, subsided into a single note.

when!
Nameless casually tossed the Hero Sword, which transformed into a streak of light and shot forward.

Po Jun cried out in surprise, his sword flashed out diagonally, and with a whoosh, the Hero Sword changed direction and flew towards Jian Chen.

Before Jian Chen could react, with a clang, the Hero Sword was already sheathed, fitting perfectly.

Po Jun frowned and shouted, "Wu Ming, what do you mean?"

Wuming stood with his hands behind his back, his expression serene, and said calmly, "I said I would end everything."

"Hmph!" Po Jun sneered, "You think you can kill me empty-handed after discarding the Hero's Sword? Do you think you're the Sword God?"

Wuming smiled and said, "Who said I was empty-handed?" He raised his hand and pointed with two fingers.

Click!

The ice shattered, revealing a longsword with a jade ring embedded inside. As small ice fragments fell, they landed in the nameless man's hand.

Nameless stroked the longsword and sighed, "It's been a long time, old friend!" With a slight exertion, the ring jumped up with a whoosh and landed lightly in Jian Hui's palm.

He looked up at Po Jun and said loudly, "This sword is the one that will settle everything between us!"

Po Jun sneered, "I was still somewhat wary of you when you used the Hero's Sword. Now that you're using this standard-issue sword of the Sword Sect disciples, what do I have to fear from you?!"

The nameless man said, "You don't understand. My swordsmanship is superior to yours."

"Go to hell!"

Po Jun cursed and slashed wildly, the sound of his sword whistling and filled the air with murderous intent, completely enveloping Wuming.

Seeing that Po Jun was coming with overwhelming force, like a wildfire spreading across the plains.

With a flick of his wrist, the nameless man sent his longsword fluttering as it brushed against the spine of the Greedy Wolf Sword.

bass!
The attack suddenly changed, and the longsword flashed like lightning, piercing into his shoulder!
"what!"

Po Jun screamed in agony as blood spurted from his shoulder and the Greedy Wolf Sword flew out of his hand.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, "Nameless!" He swung the Heavenly Blade with all his might.

Nameless gracefully dodged the deadly blade. Seeing that Po Jun's momentum had ended, he suddenly stepped forward, his longsword flashing as it transformed into a streak of lightning and stabbed out!
In an instant, a sense of grief welled up within him, and the entire ice fortress was filled with sorrow.

A sorrowful sword, a grieving person—drawn by the sword's intent, Jian Chen was overwhelmed by the pent-up grievances of recent days, and couldn't help but kneel and weep. In the distance, the Sword Emperor also wailed, cursing between sobs: "Waaah! Damn Nameless, why did you take so long to come! Twenty years! And Jian Hui, Po Jun! You've all let me down!"

In an instant, a scene of devastation, like a raging snowstorm, withered everything and heaven and earth seemed to share in the sorrow, as the sword light licked Po Jun's brow.

This move is precisely "overwhelmed with grief"!
Clang!
The sword light faded, Wuming sheathed his sword, and stood side by side with Pojun.

At that moment, heaven and earth seemed to freeze, and even the howling north wind across the ice field fell silent.

After a long pause, Po Jun finally said in a hoarse voice, "You won."

"No!" The nameless man planted his sword in the ground and said in a deep voice, "We have all lost."

"Damn it! Do you know how annoying someone like you is who gets the benefit and then acts innocent?"

"Is that so?" Wuming said calmly. "Unfortunately, I can't change it."

"haha, yes."

Po Jun turned his head, looked at the cloud-covered sky outside the hall, and said sadly, "Now, all our grudges and affections are settled!" He suddenly laughed bitterly, which made the snow inside the hall rustle and fall.

laugh!
Po Jun's forehead suddenly exploded, spitting out blood mixed with broken bones and brain matter. He collapsed to the ground, still muttering to himself.

"I'm so unwilling to accept losing to you."

(End of this chapter)