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

Watching Ye Fan in the mirror use his sword energy to flatten the rocks, one sword strike after another, his sword intent soaring to the heavens!

Even Li Chungang, the Sword God who once stood at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, was horrified when he saw this scene!

Let's not even talk about the difficulties of using Qi to transform into a sword arc!

The mere act of using the arc of a sword to flatten the mountain rocks was already incredibly difficult!

Moreover, one sword after another!

Sword after sword, climbing Kunlun!

In an instant, the mountaintop platform was filled with overwhelming power!

Even ordinary strong people can be lucky enough to transform their energy into a sword arc, which can flatten mountains and rocks, and can usually deliver five or six sword strikes!

At most, his vital energy would be exhausted after ten sword strikes!

Back then, let alone using qi to create a sword arc to sharpen hard rocks.

Once the vital energy is exhausted, even using vital energy to cut flowers and grass cannot sever it!

Even a swordsman as powerful as Li Chungang, who stands at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, would only be able to reach his limit after a hundred or two sword strikes.

Even without complete exhaustion of vital energy, it would be impossible to perform the immortal technique of transforming vital energy into a sword arc.

But the martial saint in the mirror image has been delivering one sword strike after another, from version 3.6 to now!

More than a hundred swords.

The white-clad figure's sleeves billowed as he moved with incredible speed!

Even if there aren't tens of thousands, there are at least thousands of swords!

Looking at that person again, where was there any sign of exhaustion of vital energy?

It's clearly getting stronger and faster!

It seems as if they are pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship!

Endless???

The old swordsman was horrified, staring at the scene before him, speechless.

After witnessing the power of the Immortal Sword Formation, the old sword god had already lost some of his intention to challenge the sword, and now he wanted to spar with that mortal martial saint.

But the scene unfolding on the flat summit of Wangjian Mountain left the one-armed old man in the sheepskin coat completely dumbfounded.

"Can we even have a sword fight here?"

The old swordsman sighed, seemingly answering his own question.

He blurted out, "What the hell are you talking about!"

"When you're in the game, you can't deny that you're getting old."

As he spoke, Li Chungang looked in Ye Fan's direction and said with a wry smile, "This time, all we can do is ask the Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm for some explanation."

In a few self-deprecating remarks, the old swordsman seemed to recall an old friend.

He suddenly laughed again, turned his head to look in the direction of the East Sea Martial Emperor City, and said loudly, "Wang Xianzhi, with this Martial Saint of the Mortal World, you old rascal will never be lonely."

Thousands of miles away, beneath the walls of Emperor Wu's city.

An old groom, dressed in tattered hemp clothes and accompanied by a lame chestnut horse, entered the city of Emperor Wu.

As they passed the top of Emperor Wu's city wall, Old Huang, leading his lame horse, looked up at the giant sword still stuck in the wall!

— Huanglu, one of the ten most famous swords in the world.

In the martial arts world at that time, Wang Laoguai, who had suppressed the world with his martial arts for sixty years, was a giant mountain that no one in the martial arts world could cross!

After becoming famous, all martial arts masters would go to Martial Emperor City to challenge the city lord to a duel!

Only if one can withstand even one move from Wang Xianzhi can one be considered to have barely entered the martial arts world.

Old Huang, the stable boy, came to Wudi City with six flying swords back then.

Chapter 53 Li Hanyi, I'm willing to be your matchmaker with the Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm!!!

East of Wudi City lies the boundless East Sea!

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in hemp clothing, is flying across the sea with his bare hands.

The old man gazed toward the mountains, his hands slowly clenching into fists.

The two hemp sleeves began to billow and swell due to the abundant energy!

Zheng!

A burst of energy emanated from the sleeve of the hempen robe and quickly condensed into a tangible substance!

The sword arc formed from the energy swept across the sea, creating a small but significant wave!

Next!

Another sword arc flashed out, and on the sea surface, another wave of the same size was stirred up!

The two are practically identical!

Then, the old man's figure sped across the sky above the sea.

In the blink of an eye, it was already difficult to catch a glimpse of the old man's figure with the naked eye.

At the same time, sword intent surged on the sea, one sword after another, each sword creating a tornado!

On the East China Sea, boundless sword intent filled the air!

The old man only slowly stopped moving after delivering 3,651 sword strikes.

But the sword energy that filled the sky continued to crash against the sea, creating huge waves!

Wang Xianzhi, who had concealed her aura, narrowed her eyes slightly, looking in the direction of Ye Fan, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"This martial arts world is getting more and more interesting."

There's a saying in the martial arts world: the student surpasses the teacher.

"But I don't believe it."

"For the past hundred years, I have only believed in one truth!"

As he spoke, Wang Xianzhi slowly raised a pair of large fists, his face utterly calm, and said, "Whoever has the harder fist has the greater right."

"I also hope that one day I can hear that martial saint of the mortal world explain his principles."

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At the foot of Wangjian Mountain —

Nangong Pushe, with his embroidered winter knife at his waist, had already reached the foot of the mountain.

Right now, she can personally feel the overwhelming sword energy coming from the mountaintop platform!

The stunningly beautiful white fox-faced girl wasn't in a hurry to go up the mountain, because she had seen Ye Fan on the mountaintop in the Truman mirror image.

Going up the mountain now would probably disturb that martial saint among men.

Having traveled a long way from the Northern Cold to this place, even with the profound internal strength of a second-rank minor grandmaster, Minister Nangong was inevitably exhausted.

Compared to Ye Fan's sword strikes, one after another, on the mountaintop platform, each strike seemed to climb Mount Kunlun. 8

At the moment, Minister Nangong was more curious about the situation in Snow Moon City, a thousand feet away.

Shortly after she left, she heard that the Second Princess of Beihan was leading eight hundred Weixiong soldiers to Snowmoon City. ⑦

Then, Chen Zhibao, the Protector-General of the Northern Cold, led three thousand Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, marching majestically into Snowmoon City! Lu

This confrontation with the Northern Cold Sword in Snow Moon City—could it be that 14 is about to bring utter destruction to this once-renowned city of the martial world?

Nangong Pushe leaned against a large tree, gazing at Ye Fan in the Chumen mirror image, his captivating, mesmerizing eyes shimmering. 3

She recalled the rumors about Li Hanyi and Ye Fan, then glanced at Ye Fan in the mirror image, who was repairing the summit of Wangjian Mountain. (4)

Her expression was one of confusion, and her slightly parted red lips asked, "Now that Ye Fan has ascended to the Martial Saint realm in Snow Moon City, is he really not going down the mountain?"

But soon, this stunningly beautiful woman felt relieved. (2)

With a slight smirk, he scoffed, "That's quite a joke."

"How could Li Hanyi of Snow Moon City be worthy of the infatuation of the Martial Saint of the Mortal World?"

Thinking of this, Minister Nangong stood up and quickly straightened his fine clothes.

They gazed expectantly at the small courtyard on the hillside that was already visible.

That was the residence of that martial saint among men.

Despite the precedent of two petty thieves triggering the Immortal Sword Formation, White Fox Face remained fearless.

It wasn't that she had the courage to withstand the power of the Immortal Sword Formation.

Rather, she knew in her heart that the two petty thieves had malicious intentions, which was why they triggered the sword formation.

I am determined to go up the mountain to seek opportunities, so what do I have to fear?

With this in mind, Minister Nangong strode toward the small courtyard on the mountainside.