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call out!

A dazzling sword light suddenly pierced through the air from afar, carrying a righteous aura, and instantly pierced the ground between the two!

Clang!

The longsword was buried three-tenths of an inch into the ground, its blade humming and radiating an aura of unapproachable royalty.

The Sword Saint's pupils constricted sharply as he stared intently at the sword, blurting out, "Hero's Sword?!"

He knew this sword all too well!

It was the nameless sword he carried back then, and also the divine weapon that defeated him!

"Nameless!! You've finally arrived!!" The Sword Saint suddenly looked up, gazing in the direction from which the sword light had come, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, and his entire body erupting with sword energy like a volcano.

However, the figure slowly approaching from afar startled him slightly.

It wasn't the familiar figure he remembered, but a young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old.

The young man was dressed in plain clothes, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and had a refined and scholarly demeanor. Although he was young, he exuded a sense of composure.

"Who are you?!" The Sword Saint frowned, his voice cold as he demanded, "Where is Nameless? Tell him to come out and see me!"

The young man approached and bowed slightly to the Sword Saint and Master Buxu, saying in a humble yet assertive manner, "I am a disciple of my master, Wuming. My master has long since retired from the martial world and no longer concerns himself with worldly affairs. Today, he specially sent me with the Hero Sword to meet with friends on behalf of my master."

Having said that, he made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand.

hum!

The hero's sword, stuck in the ground, seemed to be summoned by some force, and flew up on its own, landing steadily in his hand.

"A disciple of Wuming?" Master Buxu, standing to the side, also looked surprised. "I have known Wuming for many years and have never heard of him taking on any disciples."

"Hmph! Since you are Wuming's disciple, you must have received his true teachings!" A glint of light flashed in the Sword Saint's eyes. Without giving the young man a chance to explain, he directly formed a sword with his fingers and attacked fiercely!

"Let me see just how capable this nameless apprentice really is!"

Holy Spirit Sword Technique - Kenpachi!

Two sword energies crossed and slashed out, blocking all of the young man's escape routes.

The young man's expression changed slightly, and he instantly drew his hero's sword, twirling it in a flourish, and charged forward.

Ding!

With a crisp sound, the sword energy was blocked.

"Interesting! Take another strike from me!" The Sword Saint sneered, his attacks instantly becoming fiercer.

Holy Spirit Sword Technique - Sword Twenty-One!

The sword energy poured down like a storm, each sword energy containing astonishing destructive power, making people breathless.

Faced with the rain of swords, the young man remained calm, gently waving his Hero Sword.

The Mysterious Sword Technique – It Became Famous in an Era!

His swordplay appeared slow, yet it perfectly blocked all the attack routes of the sword energy.

With a series of crisp clangs, the incomparably sharp Sword Twenty-One was effortlessly neutralized by him.

"You've got some skill!" A glint of light flashed in the Sword Saint's eyes, but his fighting spirit immediately intensified.

boom!

The Sword Saint's aura suddenly changed, and a terrifying sword intent capable of destroying the heavens and the earth instantly erupted.

Holy Spirit Sword Technique - Sword Twenty-Two!

This move, Sword Twenty-Two, incorporates an unprecedentedly powerful yang energy!

That was after the Sword Saint sparred with Duan Lang and exchanged sword techniques, he absorbed the essence of the "Blazing Sun Sword Technique" and perfectly integrated the domineering intent of extreme yang and strength into the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!

With the support of this power, this move, Sword Twenty-Two, became more domineering and powerful than ever before!

Countless sword energies converged into a terrifying sword dragon, roaring as it charged toward the youth. Wherever it passed, vegetation was shattered, and a deep trench was plowed into the ground!

"What?!" The young man was shocked.

He could feel the terrifying power contained in this sword strike; it was a power that completely surpassed his comprehension!

"Mysterious Sword Technique - Unspeakable Grief!" In this critical moment, the young man could only unleash the strongest defensive move of the Mysterious Sword Technique in an attempt to defend himself.

Boom!

A loud bang.

The young man was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily several dozen feet away, spitting out blood.

"Cough cough..." The young man struggled to get up, looking at the Sword Saint with a horrified expression.

"How is that possible... Master clearly said that although Sword Twenty-Two is powerful, it is not unbreakable..."

"But why is this sword strike...so terrifying?!"

"Could it be... could it be that the Sword Saint has already mastered the legendary Sword Twenty-Three?!"

A storm raged in the young man's heart.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

"No! Master said that Sword Twenty-Three is a superhuman sword technique that mortals could never create! This absolutely cannot be Sword Twenty-Three!"

"An anonymous disciple is nothing special." The Sword Saint stood with his hands behind his back, coldly looking at the young man lying on the ground, his disappointment undisguised.

Master Buxu slowly withdrew his power, calmed the surging blood and qi in his body, and turned his gaze to the young man who was getting up from the ground.

Although the young man appeared somewhat disheveled after the final blow, it was already a miracle that he survived the Sword Saint's terrifying Sword Twenty-Two and was not seriously injured.

Moreover, this young man looks to be no more than twenty years old.

"Amitabha." Master Buxu put his hands together, walked up to the young man, ignored the Sword Saint's cold gaze, and his eyes were full of praise. "You are so young, yet you were able to exchange blows with the Sword Saint and survive, and even withstand the earth-shattering Sword Twenty-Two. This level of cultivation truly makes this humble monk admire you."

"It is a cause for celebration that the nameless benefactor has found a successor."

Upon hearing Master Buxu's praise, a hint of embarrassment flashed across the young man's face.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, somewhat embarrassed, straightened his disheveled clothes, and bowed respectfully to Master Buxu.

"Master, you flatter me." The young man gave a wry smile, his tone tinged with self-mockery. "I was only barely holding on by relying on the mysterious sword technique my master taught me. If it weren't for the Sword Saint's mercy, I would probably be a corpse by now."

"Moreover..." the young man said with lingering fear, recalling the terrifying power of that sword strike, "The Sword Saint's swordsmanship has indeed reached a divine level. Although I managed to withstand a few moves, the difference between us is like an insurmountable chasm."

Seeing the young man's humble attitude, Master Bu Xu's appreciation for him deepened.

He is neither arrogant in victory nor discouraged in defeat; this child has an excellent temperament.

"You are too modest, benefactor." Master Buxu smiled slightly. "The Sword Saint has been famous for decades, and his swordsmanship has long since reached the pinnacle. For you, at such a young age, to have withstood so many moves from him is enough to make you stand out among your peers."

"By the way, may I ask your honorable name, benefactor?"

Upon hearing this, the young man straightened his expression, clasped his hands in a salute again, and said loudly:

"My surname is Zhonghua, and my given name is Ge... oh no, that's where my master plays the erhu."

The young man scratched his head, seemingly still a bit dazed from the fight, then said seriously:

"This junior is Jian Chen, a disciple of Wuming."

Master Buxu nodded slightly, his eyes filled with even greater admiration.

Jian Chen then turned to the indifferent-looking Sword Saint and respectfully said, "Senior Sword Saint, an old friend has invited me. Why don't you come and meet me?"

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He naturally understood who the "old friend" Jian Chen was referring to was.

"Lead the way!" The Sword Saint coldly uttered two words, concise and to the point.

Seeing this, Master Buxu put his hands together and smiled, saying, "Since the nameless benefactor has a guest to see, this humble monk will not disturb you any longer. This humble monk has other important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

Having said that, Master Buxu vanished into the snowstorm in a flash, wisely leaving space for these two peak sword masters of the era.