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

Zhao Xuansu witnessed firsthand that someone could break through seven layers of lightning tribulation with a single sword strike, something he had never dared to imagine in his two hundred years of life.

Even if Wang Xianzhi from the Martial Emperor City of the East Sea came, with his strength, it wouldn't be difficult for him to easily break through a bolt of heavenly lightning.

That's a seven-fold heavenly lightning.

Is it human or immortal?

The thunderbolts fell like giant boulders; this was the final strike, and its power was even greater.

Thunder roared, purple lightning flashed, and above the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, it was as if immortals were roaring, wanting to annihilate the arrogant Ye Yun.

Ye Yun used Zhao Xituan's secret technique to open his Heavenly Eye and stared intently at the blurry figure behind the lightning.

As expected, someone is controlling this heavenly tribulation lightning.

Are they celestial beings from Heaven?

What about the immortals high above the nine heavens?

One day I will definitely storm up there and see how you beg for mercy.

Each of those streaks of purple lightning possessed the power of the seven tribulations of lightning they had just endured.

When truly enraged, a single strike could easily kill a terrestrial deity.

This sky full of purple lightning would annihilate even celestial beings.

Ye Yun now held a crimson longsword in his hand. Looking at the crimson sword, he said, "Do you think we can withstand this heavenly lightning?"

The sound of the Crimson Sword rang out, and it merged with the two natal flying swords surrounding Ye Yun.

At this moment, Ye Yun faces the heavenly tribulation alone, challenging everything with an invincible mindset.

"This, perhaps, is my destiny."

Ye Yun closed his eyes, gripped his longsword, and his memories flashed by. In just five short years, he had made rapid progress in swordsmanship and achieved the realm of a terrestrial immortal.

He will go even further.

So what if it's heavenly tribulation and lightning?

I have a sword to cut it down.

The sky looked like a hole that had been blown open.

Countless bolts of purple lightning fell continuously, striking Ye Yun with overwhelming force.

"We've arrived!"

Ye Yun raised his sword and said in a deep voice.

Purple lightning surged forth like a flood.

One sword!

The crimson sword light forcefully split the purple lightning flood in two.

It was as if a voice entered Ye Yun's ears: "How can a mortal defy the will of Heaven?"

Purple lightning completely enveloped Ye Yun's entire body.

Ye Yun was completely engulfed by the Purple Lightning Tribulation.

"Hahaha! Finally, I'm going to die."

"Zhao Huangchao, you've miscalculated again this time."

Zhao Xuansu, the patriarch of the Zhao family of Longhu Mountain, finally got his wish.

Looking at the bolt of lightning, he knew that it was being controlled by celestial beings.

Those who defy the will of Heaven shall be executed.

The net of Heaven is vast, and thunder roars in all directions.

Ye Yun, who was in the midst of the purple lightning torrent, opened all the acupoints in his body and circulated his true energy to the limit. He used his three-foot sword energy to forcefully block the world-destroying power of the lightning.

The two natal flying swords constantly weaved through the lightning, even splitting into countless sword energies, trying to tear apart this torrent of purple lightning.

Unfortunately, every sword aura that was generated was immediately annihilated.

The power of heavenly lightning is terrifying beyond measure.

It should be noted that each of Ye Yun's sword strikes was no weaker than a bolt of heavenly lightning, yet it was still enveloped by this torrent of purple lightning.

They were determined to kill him.

Seeing this, Ye Yun knew that this was the power under the rules of heaven and earth, and that he seemed to be fighting against the entire world at this moment.

One person can fight against the power of the entire universe; human strength is no match for it.

"Since we can't resist it for long, let's borrow its strength."

Ye Yun immediately retrieved his two natal flying swords, abandoned all resistance, guarded his mind and continuously circulated his internal true essence, letting the purple lightning strike his body wildly.

The purple lightning seemed to have found an outlet, tilting wildly and continuously striking every part of Ye Yun's body.

To attain immortality.

It is the ultimate dream of spiritual practitioners.

Those who defy the heavens will have to undergo a trial.

There was Xu Fengnian, who stepped into the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, astonishing all the martial artists in the world.

Later, Ye Yun single-handedly withstood the ninefold purple lightning, which made all the martial artists in the world take notice.

No one knows how Ye Yun rose to prominence.

Even the person who flipped through the book, "Huang Sanjia," wore out his book, but still couldn't find any information about Ye Yun.

An anomaly.

Today, this extraordinary individual will perish under the Purple Thunder Heavenly Tribulation.

Some people rejoice, others worry.

- - -

Several months later.

Shangyin Academy.

Within the Moral Forest.

A man in a red robe was sitting peacefully in meditation, surrounded by a thin layer of sword intent. The space around him was torn and distorted by the released sword energy.

This person was Ye Yun, who, several months ago, withstood the tribulation of lightning with his own body and used the tribulation to temper his own flesh. He resisted nine heavenly tribulations, which instead made his own body stronger.

Now, the physical body is like a sword, its sharpness concealed, and the physical body is comparable to a divine weapon. As long as the sword intent remains, the physical body will not be destroyed.

"Excellent, excellent!"

"I never imagined that there would be such a gifted person in this world, whose swordsmanship has reached the level of a Dharma, pointing directly to the great path of sword cultivation."

His swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle of the world; his sword energy is solid and his sword heart is clear and lucid; he is the emperor of swords.

The greatest swordsman in the world does not restrain his sword intent at all.

The highest level of swordsmanship in the human world is to completely unleash one's own sword energy.

The number one swordsman in the world.

"I, Zhang Fuyao, have lived for eight hundred years, and finally I have found a true game-changer."

Zhang Fuyao looked at Ye Yundao, who was breaking through the final step in this world.

The man in the red robe suddenly opened his eyes.

"break!"

A soaring sword intent shot straight into the sky, its sword energy pointing thirty thousand miles into the heavens.

Sword energy surged, the Heavenly Gate opened, and golden light descended.

Centered on the Moral Forest, the heavens and earth resonated, and the primordial energy of heaven and earth within a thousand miles surged wildly into Ye Yun's body.

Along with the Confucian fortune possessed by the Shangyin Academy, it surged continuously and was eventually absorbed by Ye Yun.

Ye Yun's body shone with golden light like glass, surrounded by the power of thunder, and his body was free of dust and dirt.

The old man cursed at the heavenly gate: "We scholars, ever since Zhang Fuyao, have cultivated our noble spirit. I do not seek immortality. If you want to interfere in human affairs, get out of here!"

The Heavenly Gate that Ye Yun had opened exploded with a deafening roar.

The old man opened his hands and continued:

"My disciple, as your disciple, you should naturally be the strongest. Today, I will give you some good things."

"A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. You have this temperament; you want to avenge a grudge on the spot. But living in hatred will ultimately prevent you from transcending the shackles of this world. Therefore, I will bestow upon you the righteous sword energy."

A clay figure formed behind the old man, and righteous energy poured in, which was eventually absorbed by Ye Yun.

The clay statue shattered with a crash.

The once energetic old man seemed to have aged considerably in an instant.

The red-robed man in the distance took a step forward, and the entire Morality Forest seemed about to collapse.

He bowed to the old man and said, "Thank you, Master."

Zhang Fuyao stroked his beard and said, "Disciple, I'm afraid I can't give you the Confucian destiny; that belongs to all the scholars in the world."

You no longer need to rely on your master's judgment. In the world today, you are the best in swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Even if Lü Dongxuan were alive, he would have to give way.

My only request is that you do not allow those barbarian northerners to rule the Central Plains. Human destiny is determined by the people of the world.

"My disciple, take a good look at this world for your master."

Ye Yun seemed to sense something.

Is his master about to undergo a physical transformation?

The old man fell silent, his face turning red with embarrassment.

Eight hundred years of scholarly spirit have vanished from the world.