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

Chapter 423 The Boundless Sword Realm (Seeking monthly votes!)
"So, your name is Li Ding'an?"

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

At the same time that Ding'an was flirting with the older woman.

Nie Feng is in a terrible situation!

During this period, many major events occurred. First, Feng and Yun joined forces to beat Xiong Ba to the point of near death, forcing him to flee in a sorry state.

Furthermore, because Wuming went to the Sword Sect to fight Pojun, no one from the Zhonghua Pavilion stepped forward, which ultimately led to Xiongba's death at the hands of Bu Jingyun.

The landscape of the martial arts world has changed dramatically!

Unable to control its vast territory, the World Alliance completely disintegrated, and the martial arts world of the Central Plains once again entered a state of division.

Both Feng and Yun have moved on with their own lives.

Bu Jingyun and Yu Chuchu, a purely aloof and domineering CEO and a cute little wife with a ball head, without the "help" of the god in the dilapidated temple, their relationship is like taking one step forward and three steps back, constantly pulling each other along.

Nie Feng met and fell in love with Di Er Meng. Their passionate affair led them to live in seclusion in a secluded place by the mountains and water in Hebei.

During this period, Nie Feng mentioned Ding An more than once, saying that the two looked extremely alike, and that he even mistook Ding An for his own father.

Upon hearing this, Di Er Meng covered her mouth and chuckled, "Then wouldn't I also be mistaken?"

“To be honest, when Brother Ding’an doesn’t speak, we look like we’re looking in a mirror,” Nie Feng smiled and said softly, “but once he opens his mouth, the difference becomes huge.”

"How big is it?"

"Hmm, according to Miss Hongxiu, Ding'an is a bit simple-minded!"

"Huh, really?" Second Dream exclaimed in surprise, "Same face as you, but a simple-minded person?" Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly suggested, "Feng, why don't you learn from the Sword Emperor!"

Nie Feng said dejectedly, "Huh? Why would I learn from Ding An?"

"You said it yourself, you two look so alike! I've never met him, so you can imitate me now, so that when we meet in the future, we can tell each other apart immediately!"

"Ugh, I'm not going to learn!" Nie Feng was a little annoyed.

"Feng, learn from me!" Second Dream grabbed his hand, swaying it playfully, "Feng~"

"Okay, okay!"

Nie Feng pressed her hand down and said helplessly, "I give up."

"Hehe, hurry up, I want to see."

Just this once!

"Uh-huh!"

Helpless, Nie Feng pondered for a moment, then suddenly revealed a silly smile, scratched his head, and stared blankly at Second Dream, stammering:
"Ah, you, hello, my name is Ding An."

Second Dream's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in surprise, exclaiming, "Wow, you've become a completely different person!"

"Hehe, everyone says I look just like Brother Nie Feng." Nie Feng, also in a childlike mood, scratched his head and grinned sheepishly, "I think so too!"

"Hahaha~!"

Second Dream clapped her hands and laughed, throwing herself into Nie Feng's arms and shouting, "Wow, really? Is the Blade Emperor really like that?"

Nie Feng remained "in character," laughing, "Yes, that's me, I am Li Ding'an!"

boom!
The door swung open, and a burly man with disheveled hair rushed in, brandishing a knife. As soon as he entered, he yelled at Nie Feng, "So, you're called Li Ding'an, huh?"

Damn it!
Nie Feng wanted to curse, but the familiar feeling of being blamed made him crumble.

Just then, Second Dream murmured, "Father~"

father?
Is this his father?

Seeing the burly man's cold glare, Nie Feng couldn't help but chuckle and say, "Father."

"Um?!"

"Ouch~!"

The Second Blade King's eyes widened in fury, radiating murderous intent.

Second Dream's cheeks were flushed, and her heart was pounding wildly. So when she saw her father barge in, she was immediately terrified and at a loss for words. Now, seeing Nie Feng being so "bold," even she, who was extremely intelligent, was stunned.

Why does the wind sound so naive?

"Who the hell is your father? Not only did you steal my nickname, but you also dare to take advantage of me!" The Second Blade Emperor roared in fury.

Nie Feng quickly shielded Di Er Meng behind him and shouted, "Uncle, I... I misspoke! It's a misunderstanding!"

"Is this a misunderstanding?"

"Yes, listen to my excuses."

"You son of a bitch!" Second Blade Emperor roared, his face flashing with rage. "You're asking for death!"

Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and the "Famous Blade" came crashing down. Second Dream screamed, "Wind, watch out!"

"when!"

Flames flickered and the clanging of metal echoed incessantly.

Di Er Meng felt a sharp pain in her ear, but she didn't know what had happened. When she looked closely, she saw Nie Feng holding his sword above her head, blocking the name-chasing sword.

With a clang, the two separated.

The Second Sword Emperor took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Good swordsmanship, indeed there's something to it!"

Upon hearing this, Nie Feng sheathed his sword, cupped his hands, and said, "Uncle, thank you."

Before he could finish speaking, the Second Blade Emperor coldly said, "If that's all you've got, you're not worthy of the title 'Blade Emperor'!"

He raised his precious sword, and amidst the howling wind, he slashed down once more!
Seeing the incoming blade was too fierce, Nie Feng swayed and dodged it.

Click!

Tables, chairs, and walls were smashed to pieces and flew everywhere.

"Drink up!" The Second Blade King swung his blade horizontally and slashed across.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Nie Feng immediately channeled his strength into his blade and met the attack head-on. The two blades clashed, and amidst the deafening roar, a fierce and monstrous force suddenly erupted, sending Nie Feng crashing through the wall and flying away!

Nie Feng did three somersaults in mid-air, then staggered back several steps upon landing. A red light flashed across his face as he mustered his strength and let out a shout before managing to steady himself.

The Second Blade King drew his sword and coldly said, "Li Ding'an, do you know who I am? I'm called the Second! I've come to take back the title of 'Blade King'!"

Nie Feng let out a heavy sigh, feeling an inexplicable sense of being blamed even stronger!

Lingyun Cave's father and Duan Shuai mistook him for someone else.

This time, even the father of the second dream mistook him for someone else.

"Ah, this feeling is so familiar!"

Nie Feng smiled bitterly to himself, "It shouldn't get any worse, right?"
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The far northern wilderness.

The cold wind howled, carrying snowflakes as it rushed in. As far as the eye could see, everything was covered in silver, a vast expanse of white.

On the wasteland stood an igloo, round and bright, its light faintly reflecting the shadow of a person sitting cross-legged.

After parting ways with the nameless master and disciple, Ren Shaoyang has been in seclusion here for three days.

At that moment, the dragon-capturing object seemed to slowly extend and meander around him like a ribbon.

The sword has undergone a significant change.

The original clear blue color faded, turning into a transparent azure, crystal clear, and exceptionally beautiful.

That's right. After devouring the "Sword of Defeat" last time, the Dragon-Capturing Sword has now eaten the "First Emperor's Sword".

After consuming the First Emperor's Sword, it exhibited many strange characteristics.

For example, right now, the sword shines brightly, but the sword itself is nowhere to be seen, as if it has turned into air, or as if it has turned into water. Endless sword energy envelops Ren Shaoyang like water ripples.

In the end, Ren Jianshen seemed to become blurred, as if he had merged into the world, becoming omnipresent yet nonexistent.

suddenly!

The sword light froze, the wind and frost stopped in mid-air, as if everything had come to a standstill.

Ren Shaoyang slowly raised his head, only to see that a green light had spread across the sky at some unknown time, boundless and engulfing the entire firmament.

In an instant, countless wondrous images entered Ren Shaoyang's eyes, transforming into countless long swords that converged into a river, flowing ceaselessly and roaring endlessly.

Ren Shaoyang's figure flickered twice, then suddenly merged into the Sky Sword River and disappeared.

Time flows on, and the world is turned upside down.

When the Sword God opened his eyes, he found himself in an indescribable space.

Before them was a rushing, blood-red river, roaring and surging, its rapids terrifying. The sound waves were like a thousand troops charging into battle. The blood river seemed to come from beyond the heavens, stretching to the sky and then flowing into a bottomless pool of blood.

Long swords were stuck in the river, like rows of wooden stakes, stretching to an unknown distance.

The sky was a hazy yellow mixed with blood, cloudless, with only an endless expanse of dark red.

The endless giant swords, like mountains, stood on the horizon, ancient and mysterious, their unyielding sword intent soaring defiantly into the sky.

Ren Shaoyang stepped on the hilt of the sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked around.

The mountains, trees, grass, and flowers were all sharp as swords, their edge piercing the eye. Blood flowed gurgling from the Sword Mountain, like mountain springs winding down and merging into the Blood River.

"This is the world of swords." Ren Shaoyang took a deep breath of the incredibly sharp and blood-stained air, coughing as he was choked. "This is the Boundless Sword Realm!"

He lifted the hem of his shirt and slowly stepped forward. He glanced down casually and discovered that his experiences from the first world were floating on the river.

Ren Shaoyang paused, staring intently into the distance.

Then the little beggar's face surfaced, as black as charcoal, with short hair, looking timid yet inexplicably cunning.

“Heh, those were the little beggars back then,” Ren Shaoyang said with a smile, “they were nowhere near as fierce as they are now.”

The scene changes, and he, with a limp, tries to be a hero, while the little beggar stays by his side, struggling to carry him away.

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "Looking back now, I still feel proud. Time may pass, but I'm still the same young man I always was. How wonderful!"

The flowing water was endless, like a blood-red mirror, and all the past events were vividly remembered and surged into my mind.

When he saw himself facing that bandit, he was flustered and confused.

Ren Shaoyang was furious: "Hey, you idiot! Use 'Soaring Form' now!" He couldn't help but gesture with his hands.

The turbulent river suddenly became still!
The young man with the sharp features on the screen looked blank, and actually followed Ren Shaoyang's movements, turning around and stabbing the bandit to death with an iron rod!
"what?"

Ren Shaoyang froze, his hands hanging in mid-air, a tidal wave of emotions surging within him. "What's going on? Back then, when I suddenly used the 'Soaring Form,' could it be that the current me was helping the former me?"

Will this Sword Realm affect the original world?

Just as he was pondering, he suddenly heard a resounding sword cry!

Suddenly, the water split open, as if torn apart by an astonishing force, and suddenly cleaved in two!
A gap about three feet wide, now devoid of river water, was revealed in the middle.

Ren Shaoyang narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "So strong, so absolute, such arrogant sword intent!"

Just ten feet away, a rather tall person stood proudly.

This was an old man with white hair and beard, a lean appearance, an upright posture, and a pair of bright, piercing eyes that looked down upon the world.

The old man, dressed in white, stood proudly between the two sides of the river that had been forced apart by his sword energy.

Yet it doesn't get wet at all.

In addition, he was holding a sword, a righteous and awe-inspiring weapon with a very familiar design.

Hero Sword!
Even the old man in white robes, with white hair, white beard, and white eyebrows, bore a striking resemblance to Wuming.

The nameless aura was like that of a celestial being, and was called "Heavenly Sword".

This old man, with his resolute and proud aura, seemed like the king of all swords, hence the name "Absolute Sword"!
The old man glanced calmly at the white-robed man before him, a slight smile playing on his lips, his voice as clear as metal and stone: "Sword God, Ren Shaoyang?"

Ren Shaoyang also smiled and said, "Absolute Sword, Mu Yingxiong?"
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P.S.: I just bought "The Legend of the Emperor" and am watching it now. To be honest, compared to Huang Xiaoming, Ma Huateng's use of color and composition is truly a work of art.

By the way, I'm only 200 votes away from 1000 monthly votes. I'm begging for help from all my godfathers!

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