Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 613 I Am a Swordsman Too

King Helü exuded an aura of dominance as he stared at Xu Xuan, a twisted smile appearing on his face, a face that combined decay and majesty.

"The methods you displayed when you opened the door were indeed impressive. Why confine yourself to a Buddhist temple?"

He slowly raised his hand, and the Shengxie Sword floated in his palm, its blade emitting an eerie black light.

"The immortals and gods have disappeared, the ghosts and gods are gone, and lifespan is limited."

"Only by obtaining a ghost body can one exist eternally."

"If you wish to linger in this mortal world, that would be even better, Your Majesty."

His voice was deep and resonant, possessing a captivating allure unique to emperors, as if it could ignite the deepest desire for power in people's hearts.

Many of his advisors bowed down before Prince Guang, thus contributing to the rise of the Wu Kingdom.

Finally, the triumphant king declared loudly:
"I hereby appoint you as the Grand Preceptor of the Underworld, granting you the offerings of ten thousand ghosts and the authority to oversee the secondary volume of the Book of Life and Death. What do you say?"

When Zao heard this, he almost dropped the stone tablet in his hand. What was this old man thinking?

Ning Caichen and Ji Rui were speechless. Sure enough, a human can't be a ghost; if you are a ghost, you lose your brain.

Xu Xuan was also greatly surprised. He admitted that he had imagined many ways to fight next, but this attack was quite unique.

I really don't understand what you emperors and ghosts are thinking.

It's like being poisoned by the most evil lust for power in the world—too abstract.

However, it is normal for someone who can recruit Wu Zixu and his grandson to have such confidence. Even if the ruler of Lu did not have a reincarnation, he could still proudly say that he is the father of a Confucian sage.

To avoid misunderstandings and to start the fight sooner, the Holy Father was quite straightforward in his statement.

"Old man Helu".

The opening move was crude and crude, shocking all three armies of ghost soldiers. And what followed was equally unpleasant.

"Actually, Shengxie is more valuable to me than you."

King Wu's dim, yellowish eyes narrowed sharply, as if in disbelief. He had always considered himself a super important figure, a powerful and influential person even in the underworld.

result?

Looking at the Shengxie in his hand, his feelings of shame and anger turned into a raging fire.

What Helü hated most were those who disregarded authority, and what he detested most were those who trampled on the meaning of their own existence.

Untouchables! Untouchables! Untouchables!

"presumptuous!""

"The king must not be insulted!"

"kill!"

Enraged, he swung his sword, unleashing a wave of ghostly energy that crashed down like a tsunami!

The ghost soldiers surged like waves once more towards Sanqi and Xiahou the Swordsman, while the culprit was personally executed by the King.

"Boom--!"

Helu struck the golden drum, and the drumhead rippled with bronze-colored waves. Three thousand ghost swordsmen responded and formed ranks.

These swordsmen were all elites of the Wu Kingdom in the past. After their deaths, they were transformed into ghost soldiers, wearing rusty armor, holding broken swords, and with eerie green flames of military spirit flickering in their eye sockets.

They marched in orderly steps, and the ghostly aura condensed above the army formation, transforming into a giant sword phantom that stretched for hundreds of feet—the underworld variant of the Po Jun Sword Formation left by Sun Tzu!

Over the millennia in the underworld, Helü not only recruited soldiers and horses but also constantly adapted to the rules.

Human army formations have an absolute advantage against cultivators and supernatural beings, while underworld army formations replace blood and qi with yin energy, increasing the upper limit of ghost energy output.

The time has finally come for this research result to be unveiled.

March, march, march!

Where the giant sword pointed, a chilling wind howled, and even space itself was torn open by the advancing battle intent!
Xiahou's pupils contracted, and he raised his sword to step forward, but was stopped by Ning Caichen.

"Don't rush. Master Xu's methods go far beyond just a sudden blow to the head."

"We just need to watch this grand spectacle."

Xu Xuan wasn't worried at all about the King of Wu's declaration of war; his only concern was that there had been too many upheavals in Hell recently, making him vulnerable to being targeted by ghosts.

So this time we'll try a different approach.

You know, back in the day, I was a swordsman too.

In a sword fight, let the sword decide the outcome!
The Gates of Hell fluctuated once again, and two blazing demonic flames broke through the Yin-Yang boundary and headed straight for the battlefield.

The blazing sword light sliced ​​across the sky of the underworld and fell into the palm of the Holy Father.

Transform!

Demonic flames were born from the void, burning wildly around the peerless villain.

"Before the Buddha, I wiped the cold blade; in the abyss of demons, I donned the blood-stained robe once more!"

"With twin swords, he cleaves through the barriers of reincarnation, and his body is turned upside down like Bodhi!" He wears a crown that binds his hair in reverse with the Buddha, made of black gold, with eighteen black relics of Avici Hell inlaid in the front and two blood-red ribbons hanging down in the back.

He was clad in a patchwork dragon armor, with the back skin of the Water Demon King attached to his left shoulder, a painted demon face sewn onto his right rib, and most terrifyingly, a picture of the Dragon Subduer was embedded in his chest.

He wore a nine-skull gold-swallowing belt around his waist and boots that trod on clouds of karmic fire.

The left sword, Gan Jiang, is crimson like molten lava, its blade pattern resembling a phoenix spreading its wings; the right sword, Mo Xie, is bluish-white like solidified ice, its blade light like a white dragon coiling in the abyss.

What a charlatan, Venerable Xu Xuan, who embodies both Buddha and demon!
Treading the path paved with karmic fire, step by step I approach the three thousand ghost swordsmen.

His left eye remained the compassionate eye of Buddha, but his right eye had transformed into a demonic pupil; his voice was a mixture of chanting and howling ghosts.

"Your Majesty the King of Wu..."

"It's time for you to set off."

The demon wielding a sword not only frightened the King of Wu, but also Xiahou the swordsman.

No, you, me, this is... This person came as a wake-up call?
It was the student who was quick to realize that Master Xu had already reached the state of oneness with Buddha and demon, and that there should be no misunderstanding.

Xiahou was just a rough-and-tumble swordsman, and he was actually fooled. No wonder Mr. Xu was able to subdue me with one palm; it turns out he has such a high level of skill.

Helü's already unpleasant expression turned even more so, as if he had summoned not a strange person, but a demonic Buddha.

Having spent so long in the underworld, he naturally understood the power of monks. A few years ago, Ruoxu had even stormed Mount Luofeng. It was said that monks who had fallen into demonic possession were even more powerful.

But so what? How could there be no obstacles in achieving hegemony?

Boom boom boom! ! !
As the drums and gongs sounded, the army of three thousand ghost swordsmen charged forward.

The giant sword of the army formation descended, its hundreds-of-foot-long blade carrying unparalleled divine power. This sword strike was a manifestation of the national strength of the Wu Kingdom in the underworld, representing the power accumulated over a thousand years.

Xu Xuan took a step forward, his two swords joined together, and the black lotus of karmic fire bloomed under his feet!
Clang! ! !
"Yue Maiden Swordplay - Overlord Lifts the Cauldron!"

"boom!!!"

A storm of yin energy exploded from the middle!

The giant sword was held in mid-air by Xu Mozun's flesh and blood, and no matter how the three thousand swordsmen roared, it was useless!

This scene was truly breathtaking; the enormous contrast between the hundreds-of-meters-tall figure and the tiny one created a powerful visual effect.

However, the name of this sword technique... well, it's no wonder it's from Xu Xuan.
If the Yue maiden has a spirit, she will surely cut off this scoundrel's tongue.

"The Yue Maiden's Swordplay: Unspeakable Grief!"

The names of the moves have no relation to the moves themselves; that's how capricious the strong can be.

Two beams of demonic light surged upwards, shattering the giant sword of the military formation.

As the yin energy dissipated, someone sneered.

Do you really think that human life force is so easily replaced?!

While alive, people rely on the blessings of their ancestors and receive special protection under the rule of Heaven. But once dead, they are nothing!
By making the "inverted mudra," an inverted halo of Buddha appeared behind the head, half of which shone with golden light and the other half with raging black flames.

The two swords crossed and twisted together—

"Crack!"

It tore a bloody gash through the sky above the underworld, and at the same time tore through the formation in front of it, instantly turning the battlefield into a hellish hell!

The Ghost Swordsman's rusty armor crumbled like paper!

Even more terrifying is that the Holy Father, who was eager to show off his swordsmanship, stormed in, determined to deliver these evil spirits from their wrath! I'm definitely going to be the top seller in the Pure Land Sect this year!

"The Yue Maiden's Swordplay: A Love That Could Topple a City!"

As the two swords clashed, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's thousand-year-long longing for each other transformed into tangible sound waves!

The formation of three thousand ghost swordsmen was struck as if by a hurricane. The front ranks were overturned by the sonic waves, the central army had their soul armor shattered, and the rear ranks were trampled by the aftershocks. Some ghost soldiers even suddenly threw down their weapons, bewitched by the demonic power within their swords, and took their own lives.

The demon strode forward through the collapsing army, each step blooming a lotus of rebirth.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie let out a joyful cry. Following Xiao Qing was certainly exhilarating, but following Xu Xuan was even more so.

This swordsman's swordsmanship is still unbearable to watch; he just hacks and slashes. But he chose his targets well.

The couple had their eyes on the King of Wu, who was not far away. Another king, he deserved to die!

On the battlefield, the Yue Maiden Sword Technique is wreaking havoc in an incomprehensible way, truly an upgraded version that even three thousand armored soldiers cannot stop!

Slashing left and right, parrying from behind and meeting attacks from the front, the demons were slaughtered in droves, the entire battlefield was like a meat grinder, and the mournful screams of souls flying away were endless!
The real one is:
The cassock is worn inside out as a battle robe, and the Bodhi tree is upside down, turning into a demonic sword.

If you ask where the Venerable One has gone, He has wandered freely at the bottom of the eighteen hells!

Helü, perched atop the high platform, felt a chill. Was his ambition about to be thwarted?
He glanced at the guard beside him but said nothing.

The guard nodded and disappeared from the platform.

The time has come for the Sword of Unparalleled Courage to be drawn once more.

(End of this chapter)