A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

A huge noise echoed from the back of Longhu Mountain.

Zhao Danxia's eyes were solemn. The aura she had just witnessed was clearly caused by a battle between the Zhao family patriarch and a sword master.

But it was definitely not Ye Yun's sword.

Because he had experienced it firsthand.

"Danxia, ​​set up the altar. If Ye Yun is a threat to my Dragon Tiger, then invite the Celestial Ancestor to kill this brat."

At some point, Zhao Xuansu slowly walked up from behind.

His eyes were fixed on the back mountain. Once Zhao Huangchao was defeated, Ye Yun would definitely make a move against Longhu Mountain. At that time, he would have no choice but to fight to the death.

Regret, anger, and helplessness were intertwined in Zhao Xuansu's eyes. Having lived for more than two hundred years, she never imagined that she would end up living such a miserable life.

Above the back of Longhu Mountain.

The two figures constantly intertwined and shifted.

No one would have guessed that Zhao Huangchao's greatest skill was actually the art of the sword.

He was able to fight Sui Xiegu to a standstill.

Anyone who underestimates Zhao Huangchao will surely suffer. Back then, this schemer forced Xu Xiao's army to retreat with just two sword strikes.

The first strike severed the river, halting Xu Xiao's 100,000 Northern Liang cavalry.

The second strike opened the Heavenly Gate, intimidating all the heroes of the martial arts world, who dared not oppose the Li Yang royal family.

Sui Xiegu, standing in the sky, grinned, revealing yellow teeth, and said, "Zhao Huangchao, you do have some skill. Old Monster Wang didn't kill you back then, but today I will personally send you, this demon, on your way."

"kill!"

Sui Xiegu's aura surged wildly, making him seem like a walking sword.

One.

Two paths.

Ten paths.

One hundred paths.

Thousands upon thousands of sword intents surged forth from the acupoints all over his body, each one a sword intent contained within the famous swords he had devoured.

It was also the sword intent cultivated by that sword master.

With a raise of his hands, the sword intent around him instantly transformed into two torrents of sword energy, forming two completely different sword formations.

The interplay of yin and yang surprisingly forms the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram.

He used his century-old sword energy to create a sword formation.

It can freely mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and command it at Sui Xiegu's behest.

Ye Yun, who was watching from below, was carefully comprehending Sui Xiegu's technique.

This is not swordsmanship, but rather the way of the sword.

Using one's own body as a furnace and the sword as firewood, one swallows swords for a hundred years, forging swords with intent—this is the true way of sword swallowing.

Zhao Huangchao seemed to know that if he didn't fight to the death today, he would probably not escape his fate, with Ye Yun watching him intently from the side.

This kid really broke his promise and attacked Longhu again.

But he had no time to think. The Dao Blade he had condensed in his hand unfolded once more, and a hundred-zhang-tall Dharma Image formed behind him once more.

He made the same gesture as Zhao Huangchao.

He gripped the sword with both hands, intending to cut through the two sword formations directly.

He slashed out with a single stroke.

A blade of energy, beyond words, fell from the hand of the hundred-foot-tall Dharma Image.

It was a knife that seemed beyond human wielding, as if a true immortal had descended from the heavens.

boom!

The blade energy struck the two sword formations, but instead of breaking through them as expected, it disintegrated instantly, like ice and snow melting away.

The seemingly all-encompassing strike vanished without a trace.

"Hahaha! Zhao Huangchao."

"Today I'll give you a sword."

Sui Xiegu raised his hands, and two sword formations unleashed thousands of sword intents, madly attacking Zhao Huangchao high in the sky.

This sword strike.

Pure, concise, and filled with murderous intent.

The sword light was upon him.

Zhao Huangchao had no time to react before the white-robed Dharma body behind him was instantly destroyed.

All that could be seen was his already dilapidated body, which, like sand blown away by the wind, drifted away and disappeared into the world.

In just a moment, a black phantom slowly appeared.

Take a closer look.

It turned out to be the primordial spirit of Zhao Huangchao.

As expected, these old monsters all possess such miraculous methods.

"I will remember this feud between Ye Yun and Sui Xiegu."

A voice rang out from the clouds.

Ye Yun waved his hand and shot out a flying sword, but Zhao Huangchao seemed to have been prepared. A black shadow with a dragon-like form suddenly blocked the flying sword.

"This is an evil dragon!"

Ye Yun forcibly stopped the flying sword; it would be a loss to actually kill this evil dragon.

Zhao Huangchao's physical body has been destroyed, and his mere primordial spirit can't cause any trouble. Without Longhu Mountain as his support, he has no chance of turning the tables.

This schemer dedicated everything to the Li Yang royal family, but who remembers him?

Ye Yun's natal flying sword split into twelve miniature swords, which formed a sword formation to forcibly surround the evil dragon.

"It's a pity that this devil got away."

"Wow, not bad! This is a dragon of destiny formed from the essence and fortune of heaven and earth."

Sui Xiegu swallowed the sword intent he had just released and looked at Ye Yun in the sky, who was subduing the evil dragon.

I never imagined this kid's flying sword technique was so amazing.

Ye Yun forcibly compressed the dragon of destiny with twelve flying swords, eventually forming a small golden dragon the size of a palm, which was swimming in Ye Yun's right palm.

"Zhao Huangchao is quite something. He actually managed to raise a golden dragon of fortune by taking advantage of this location. It's a good deal for me."

As soon as Ye Yun finished speaking, he swallowed the golden dragon of fortune in one gulp.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Golden Dragon of Fortune and gained 1000000 Fortune Points."

They made a fortune.

I never expected it could increase my luck value so much.

With just 20 luck points, Xuanyuan Jingcheng can advance to the Confucian Sage level.

Wouldn't that mean we could mass-produce the saints of the three religions?

"System, how many luck points are needed to elevate an ordinary martial artist to the terrestrial immortal realm?"

"Ding! Those with exceptional talent only need one million luck points; those with average talent will need more."

After hearing the system's explanation, Ye Yun decided to forget about it.

It would be more cost-effective to capture a few more top-tier experts and take control directly.

It's more worthwhile to use your luck points to nurture your natal flying sword.

"Boy, I just demonstrated my swordsmanship for you. Aren't you going to show your appreciation?"

Sui Xiegu was straightforward; he simply wanted to know how to cultivate his own natal flying sword.

Ye Yun slowly landed beside the bottomless pool, glanced inside, and said, "There are many ways to cultivate a flying sword, but it mainly depends on talent."

Those born with a sword embryo can naturally develop their own natal flying sword. If one does not have this talent, one can use external forces, such as a natural sword embryo, to refine it into a natal flying sword.

A sword that is well-suited to oneself, nurtured over a long period and nourished with sword energy, will eventually achieve a fusion of essence, energy, and spirit with the sword. Naturally, the longer it is nurtured, the more powerful the flying sword will become.

Upon hearing this, Sui Xiegu stroked his beard, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"You were born with a sword-like nature, but you don't seem like it! How were you conceived?"

Ye Yun did not answer, but said, "I have given you the method. As for whether it will work, that depends on fate."

"You've swallowed so many famous swords, why don't you build a sword furnace within your own body and nurture a sword embryo that belongs to you?"

Sui Xiegu slapped his forehead, his eyes lighting up.

"Haha, those words are truly a wake-up call!"

"Boy, the patriarch is going into seclusion. Don't contact me if there's anything else."

The mad old man transformed into a streak of sword light and vanished into the horizon.

Ye Yun snapped his fingers at Jian Kui behind him.

Jian Kui then directly picked up Xu Longxiang's "corpse" and placed it in front of Ye Yun.

"Sword Sunflower, guard the pass for me!"

"Intruders, kill!"