Martial Arts Crossover: Inheriting the Legacy of the Human Sword Saint! Li Hanyi Confesses Her Love

"This Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm is good in every way, but his words are a bit too much..."

With a bitter smile on his wrinkled face, Old Huang picked up his wine bowl.

Pouring the last mouthful of Shaoxing wine from the bottom of the bowl into my mouth, I managed to suppress the surge of heat rising in my chest.

The osmanthus wine stall set up by the roadside, viewed from the top of Wudi City, was no bigger than a fist.

Wang Xianzhi, the city lord of Wudi City, was standing on the top of the wall, his eyes fixed on the Chumen mirror image in front of him.

The mirror image was showing a scene of a sword formation with overwhelming power, leveling half a mountain.

Nearly a hundred years old, Old Wang was groping his large fists together.

A rare look of shock appeared in his eyes.

"Poke the Immortal Sword Formation?"

Wang Xianzhi, who considered himself second to none in the world, slowly raised his head and looked at the horizon.

A smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, an undisguised look of contempt.

What is an immortal?

"He who steals a hook will be punished, he who steals a country will become a prince, and he who steals a life will become an immortal."

"So-called immortals are nothing but a bunch of cowards who are afraid of death."

Old Wang's sharp gaze shifted back to the Chu Clan mirror image, where he saw Ye Fan mocking himself.

Moment!

This old monster, who had suppressed the martial arts world with force for sixty years, slammed his rough fists onto the bricks of the city wall.

That face, which wasn't covered with too many wrinkles, twitched slightly, a rare occurrence!

"master!"

Behind him, Wang Xianzhi's eldest apprentice, Yu Xinlang, bowed and spoke with a hint of fear on his face.

He had never seen his master so angry, let alone so murderous!

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Over the decades, countless martial arts masters have come to Donghai Wudi City to challenge Wang Xianzhi!

But no one has ever moved Wang Xianzhi's expression!

Not to mention getting angry!

But right now???

How could this eldest disciple not be terrified!

"Say!"

Wang Xianzhi slightly restrained his surging energy and spoke in a deep voice.

Standing behind the old man, Yu Xinlang continued, "Xi Shu Jian Jiu Huang is coming to the city wall to challenge my master. He is currently at a tavern not far outside the city."

Before Wang Xianzhi could respond, the young man carrying a long sword continued, "It is said that Jian Jiuhuang accompanied the Prince of Beihan on a trip through the martial world."

"After returning, he comprehended the ninth sword technique, which seems to be called Six Thousand Miles."

The groom's eyes clearly showed some worry, and he kindly suggested, "Master, why don't I go and find out what's really going on with this person?"

Standing atop the city wall, Wang Xianzhi flicked his sleeves and gazed sharply towards the horizon.

He threw his head back and laughed out loud!

"hehe!"

"Hahahaha!"

"What do you mean by 'Sword Nine Thousand Miles'!"

"I would love for someone to seriously injure me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Xianzhi abruptly withdrew her sharp gaze!

He looked at the snow-white man in the mirror image in front of him.

She gently gritted her teeth and murmured a familiar name:

—Ye Fan!

At the foot of Wangjian Mountain;

In a quaint little courtyard.

After returning from the flattened mountaintop, Ye Fan brewed a pot of tea and lay down on a rocking chair under the old locust tree to savor it.

The old locust tree, still deeply rooted in the courtyard, remains.

The branches intertwine and grow lush and green.

The entire summit of Wangjian Mountain was shattered by the overwhelming sword energy of the Chuixian Sword Formation;

Countless rocks fell from the mountaintops and rolled all around.

Many plants around Wangjian Mountain have suffered undeserved damage.

Surprisingly, Ye Fan's quaint little courtyard, located halfway up Wangjian Mountain, seemed to be protected within the sword formation.

In the midst of a cataclysmic event where the overwhelming sword intent spread thousands of feet away, Ye Fan's courtyard remained completely intact!

There was not a single plant or tree in the yard that was damaged.

Ye Fan lay under the old locust tree, his eyes slightly narrowed, occasionally reaching for a cup of tea to take a sip.

He looked completely satisfied.

After a leisurely half-day, Ye Fan, who had been taking a comfortable nap under the old locust tree, got up.

After rousing himself, as if it had been planned in advance, he got up and left the courtyard.

They flew straight towards the flat summit of Wangjian Mountain!

Through the Truman mirror, everyone could clearly see that after Ye Fan left the courtyard, his figure flashed and disappeared!

In the blink of an eye, the figure in white, as pure as snow, had already reached the mountaintop.

next second!

This human being was brimming with energy, his sleeves billowing and making a whooshing sound.

Everyone watched the scene in the mirror with great curiosity.

What is this martial arts master up to?

Could it be that he intends to create another protective formation far superior to the Immortal-Piercing Sword Formation?

If that's really the case, who would dare to take even half a step into Wangjian Mountain in the future?

Looking at the scene in the mirror, countless powerful figures began to speculate on the thoughts of that Martial Saint.

Amidst the curiosity of the crowd, Ye Fan was already waving his billowing sleeves.

He leaped high into the air, his sleeves flashing out!

Zheng!

The sea is calm, yet waves rise!

A piercing sword cry rang out!

Everyone could see with their own eyes that a burst of energy emanating from Ye Fan's sleeve transformed into a sharp sword arc in the blink of an eye!

The sword arc formed from the qi shot out onto the rocks!

It exploded with a loud bang!

Under the bombardment of the Immortal Sword Formation, the uneven rocks were instantly shaved into a flat surface by the sword arcs.

At the same time, Ye Fan's figure had already leaped up. Sword arcs from his sleeves flashed out continuously, more and more!

The white-clad figure moved faster and faster!

After a few breaths, even with their eyes wide open, all the people could see was a blur of color darting through the air.

Beneath that figure, countless sharp sword arcs crashed into the rocks.

Under the impact of the sword arc, the mountain, which was originally uneven and resembled a wasteland, began to gradually become flat.

Everyone was filled with curiosity as they gazed at the scene reflected in the mirror.

"What is he doing?"

"Repair the mountain?"

"I really don't know what new plans this martial arts saint has."

"Is this the realm of a martial saint? Relying on qi to form sword arcs, leveling mountains and rocks with each strike???"

"This is beyond the capabilities of ordinary people."

at the same time;

At the foot of the mountain, separated from Wangjian Mountain by only two mountains, the old sword god Li Chungang is resting.