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

Nangong Pushe froze, an indescribable shock appearing on his face.

At the same time, a deafening roar echoed in her mind, as if some shackles had shattered…

She broke through... she broke through!

At this moment, Nangong Pushe felt a completely new power flowing through his body.

She had originally thought that breaking through a bottleneck in her cultivation level would take a long time, but now it seemed that she could break through it with just a single leaf…

"boom!"

Nangong Pushe waved his right hand.

Leaves are flying everywhere!

Then, she leaped up and danced like a butterfly.

Her figure was elegant and graceful, as if she were flying in mid-air on clouds, graceful and unrestrained, exuding an indescribable beauty.

"Hoohoo!"

With a gentle flick of her left hand, petals flew out and landed on the ancient trees, making a crackling sound as they hit them.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sword in his hand was so sharp, so fierce, so domineering; with each strike, a large tree would fall down.

Every time she draws her sword, a towering tree is cut in half!

Wherever the sword tip points, the trees there will fall in response!

"This...this...how is this possible?" Nangong Pushe exclaimed in astonishment!

Nangong Pushe practiced faster and faster, becoming more and more skilled and adept.

She seemed to have become one with the sword. At this moment, she had entered the realm of a sword immortal…

The various masters who saw Nangong Pushe through the Truman System were all dumbfounded.

They simply couldn't believe that a single leaf could enable Nangong Pushe to break through...

They were shocked, angry, and filled with regret.

The Tang Clan disciples were filled with regret. They had just mocked Nangong Pushe for overestimating himself and shamelessly staying on Wangjian Mountain to work like a slave, pruning leaves.

Who would have thought that simply pruning some flowers would result in receiving the sword intent of a martial saint...

That was a real slap in the face for them...

This also made the great masters even more curious about the Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm…

Looking at the sword intent in the Chu Clan system, Song Que, the Heavenly Blade, sighed inwardly:

"What a paradise! This martial arts master is truly an exceptional talent."

His eyes were deep, like dark stars, unfathomable yet drawing people in.

"This is the Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm? He is indeed extraordinary."

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Xiong Ba was shocked. His eyes were fixed on Nangong Pushe on the screen. This girl was truly capable of taking things on and letting them go. Her perseverance and determination were truly admirable...

"But this Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm is too monstrous! The sword intent from just a single leaf is enough to break through one's cultivation level. How pure is that sword intent..."

Xiong Ba's eyelids twitched: "No wonder Ye Fan's actions have shocked the world! He really is a heaven-defying genius..."

Xiong Ba muttered to himself, "Just what level of sword intent is this?"

He felt that he would probably never be able to answer this question, after all, the Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm was simply too monstrous...

Thinking about how I've practiced hard for twenty years but am still stuck at a bottleneck, without making any progress, I was immediately filled with a strong sense of frustration and failure.

He even began to doubt whether Ye Fan truly existed in this world.

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Requesting flowers (or flowers)

A gentle morning breeze wafts across Wudang Mountain.

The dawn of early spring always brings hope and vitality.

A cool mist enveloped the entire Wudang Mountain, where lush forests and abundant vegetation thrived, and birds sang melodiously.

In stark contrast to the beautiful scenery was Wang Chonglou's dumbfounded old face...

He was naturally aware that Nangong Pushe's breakthrough had triggered extraordinary phenomena in the heavens and earth.

But he couldn't understand how a mere leaf could have such a magical effect, allowing someone to break through their cultivation level.

This puzzled him greatly and sparked his interest in the leaf...

"A martial saint among men, a peerless hero without a doubt. His sword intent and realm are beyond my reach."

He shook his head regretfully, then turned and left the main hall, preparing to continue his secluded cultivation.

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Inside the Flower-Shifting Palace…

Yaoyue and Lianxing looked at the stunningly beautiful figure of Nangong Pushe in the Chu Clan system, their faces showing complex expressions:

"Nangong Pushe's swordsmanship is becoming more and more exquisite, and the speed and power of his swords are increasing layer by layer. Now he has actually broken through and entered the Vajra Realm! He is exactly the same as Xu Weixiong back then... The sword intent on that leaf of the Martial Saint of the Mortal World is too powerful, otherwise she could not have broken through."

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Lianxing frowned slightly, clearly not expecting Ye Fan's sword intent to be so powerful:

"It's a pity we didn't have the chance to explore it, otherwise we could have grasped its profound meaning."

"Back then we laughed at Minister Nangong, but now it seems we were the ones who were narrow-minded."

A hint of mockery played at the corners of Yaoyue's lips:

"Compared to Minister Nangong, we are like frogs at the bottom of a well, only able to see the sky from the bottom of the well."

Lianxing scoffed, "I won't admit it! I'll experience that transcendent sword intent sooner or later..."

In truth, both women were filled with regret, wishing they could take Nangong Pushe's place and receive Ye Fan's sword intent...

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Inside the academy, the thirteen teachers stared at the Chumen System for a long time, unable to recover. First, Xu Weixiong broke through the bottleneck, and now Nangong Pushe has also broken through the bottleneck.

They all broke through their limits in Ye Fan's small courtyard, and at this very moment, Nangong Pushe was making rapid progress because of the sword intent emanating from a single leaf...

The name Ye Fan, the Martial Saint of the Mortal World, resounded in everyone's ears once again, causing one expert after another to beat their chests and sigh with regret.

They knew they would never be able to catch up with Ye Fan in their entire lives.

Master Li exclaimed slowly, "A single leaf breaking through the Mirror Realm and entering the Vajra Realm—truly an unprecedented event!"

The other gentlemen praised, "The Martial Saint of the Human World truly deserves to be called a genius of all time and the best of our time."

The Third Master's beautiful eyes darted around, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards the Seventh Master, Mu You…

At the same time, Muyou was also looking at her, and a mutual appreciation appeared in their eyes...

I wish they were the ones standing on Wangjian Mountain right now!

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Nangong Pushe brandished his longsword and finished wielding the last leaf.

"flutter--"

A powerful surge of sword energy soared into the sky.

A sharp whistle resounded through the sky, causing a loud buzzing in people's eardrums.

The sword's momentum swept across a thousand miles.

Just as the sword's momentum reached its peak, it suddenly stopped, transforming into soft wisps of sword light that fell to the ground.

Minister Nangong was even more excited, and he became even more certain that Ye Fan might have a place for him...

As the sword intent dissipated, Nangong Pushe's appearance returned to normal.

Her pretty face now had a touch more resilience and a touch less coldness.

She then continued pruning the flowers, plants, and trees as if nothing had happened...

Chapter 62 Xu Weixiong challenges Ye Fan to a duel at Snow Moon City, kill him!!!

Outside Snowmoon City…

The dragon riders, majestic and imposing amidst the heavy snow of the northern frigid landscape, exuded a fierce aura. Each soldier, clad in armor, held spears and blades, ready for battle.

A jet-black warhorse raised its head and neighed, its mane flowing like steel needles. On its back stood a woman in red, proudly standing tall.

Her long skirt fluttered, her red sleeves swayed gently, and a precious sword hung at her waist.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a sharp glint that sent chills down one's spine at first glance.

A young general, holding a long spear that gleamed silver, rode slowly at the forefront, his eyes cold.

The young general was also Chen Zhibao, the White-Clad Warrior of the Northern Cold!