Martial Arts: My achievements in Beiliang were so great that they threatened the lord's positio

He gripped the ancient sword, intending to slash at the enemy, but the three-foot-long green blade suddenly appeared, striking him squarely.

The ethereal, condensed power of heaven and earth was as fragile as paper before the azure sword's edge, and was torn apart in an instant.

The longsword flew with the force of a rainbow, and in an instant it was already three feet in front of the young man.

The chilling sword intent emanating from the blade sent a shiver down the young Taoist's spine and made his hair stand on end.

If one ignores this sword and tries to stop it, one will surely die.

Helpless

He had no choice but to turn his sword back and meet the attack with it, slashing at the three-foot-long blade.

The two swords clashed, Qingfeng Sword was knocked away, and the young Taoist also staggered backward. The power of heaven and earth flowing around him swayed and tiny cracks appeared.

"Master, brother!"

Before the young Taoist could recover from the exchange, he heard the mournful cries of his fellow disciples.

Looking back, the most powerful man in the world, Cao Guanzi, had already succeeded and was gracefully retreating.

Meanwhile, Wang Chonglou, the senior disciple of the young Taoist priest and the Grand Master of Wudang, had fallen to the ground, his eyes wide open, and his aura completely dissipated.

This great master, who ranked among the top three in Taoism, died with resentment on Wudang Mountain, at the hands of a traitor.

"**!"

The young Taoist priest roared angrily, his eyes blazing with fury and his teeth clenched.

He tried to fly after it, but the three-foot-long green sword drew an arc in the air, turned back, and hovered in front of him.

The sword gleamed with a cold light, and its killing intent permeated all directions, making the entire Wudang Mountain seem to have fallen into an ice cave.

The Qingfeng sword trembled slightly, its sharp aura locking in the path ahead, forcing the young Taoist priest to make no progress.

The power of heaven and earth that he had borrowed was also rapidly dissipating, his aura was weak, and his face was pale.

Goodbye.

He let out a long laugh, then turned and walked away.

This battle

It was truly exhilarating.

Dozens of miles north of Wudang Mountain, a torrent of sword intent, formed from countless swords and blades, broke through the clouds and surged toward Wudang with great momentum.

Every sword intent radiated a chilling light.

Just as the torrent of sword intent was about to reach Wudang, an astonishing sword light fell from the sky, striking the torrent squarely and severing it in two.

At the foot of Qingliang Mountain

Inside the Prince's Mansion of Beiliang

The old man with the missing arm, who was drinking with Xu Xiao, suddenly changed his expression.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Xiao immediately inquired.

"There is another master on Wudang Mountain."

After speaking, the one-armed old man put down his teacup, used his finger as a sword, and pointed it into the void.

In an instant, outside Wudang Mountain, a thousand miles away.

The previously scattered torrent of sword intent re-coalesced, and a terrifying aura spread out, with ten thousand swords resounding and shaking the heavens and earth.

A simple, three-foot-long sword hangs high in the sky, blocking the torrent of sword intent.

Two equally powerful forces clashed outside Wudang Mountain.

"boom--"

"boom--"

At the moment of impact, it was as if thunder had ignited a raging fire, and the sky suddenly darkened.

In the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

The one-armed old swordsman's sword finger changed again, and outside Wudang Mountain, ten thousand swords were unleashed simultaneously.

In Yanzhou City

Inside the Zhenbei General's Mansion

Lin Xuan**, also pointing his fingers as a sword, pointed it in mid-air.

The green sword outside Wudang Mountain, drawn by its energy, unleashed a sky full of sword energy, its power in no way inferior to that of the one-armed old sword god.

Two torrents of sword intent clashed outside Wudang Mountain. In the blink of an eye, countless swords and sword lights were annihilated, and then even more sword energy emerged from the void.

At the foot of the mountain

He had intended to leave, but instead stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the fierce battle in the sky.

Even from a distance, the sharp sword intent still rushed towards them.

"Such profound swordsmanship."

Cao Changqing spoke, his voice filled with shock.

He knew that one of them was Lin Xuan.

As for who the other person is, ** is unknown, but there are very few people in the world who can have such swordsmanship skills.

Wudang Mountain

The young Taoist, who had lost all his cultivation, watched as the two sword masters below the mountain crossed thousands of miles to fight each other with their swords.

The sharp sword energy, the domineering sword momentum, and the sword intent that nearly severed heaven and earth caused the void to tremble.

"Who exactly is it?"

The young Taoist was extremely weak at the moment and unable to enter the realm of communion between heaven and man, so he could only watch the battle from afar.

But one of them must be the one from the Northern Liang royal family.

As for the other person, he had no idea.

The elders and the children who were gradually waking up rushed to the side of the sect leader, Grand Master Wang Chonglou, and wept bitterly.

The entire Wudang Mountain was immersed in grief.

General Zhenbei's Mansion

Lin Xuan's eyes widened, a sharp glint in them.

In fact, as early as the beginning of the year when he stepped into the Northern Liang King's Mansion, he wanted to find an opportunity to compete with that invincible old sword god from sixty years ago.

He wanted to test his strength and see how much power he still had left, but unfortunately, Xu Xiao didn't give him that chance.

now

The time has come

Both were among the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, and they debated swordsmanship at Wudang Mountain, separated by a thousand miles.

He closed his eyes, formed a hand seal, and instantly entered a state of communion with the heavens, a profound power soaring into the sky.

foot of Wudang Mountain

The green sword unleashed a terrifying sharpness, sweeping across hundreds of feet, filling half the sky with sword energy.

"boom--"

The two torrents of sword intent collided continuously, and the auras of the two sword masters intertwined. Several moves had already been exchanged in the blink of an eye.

"cough--"

Qingliang Mountain

Inside the Prince's Mansion of Beiliang

The old man with the missing arm turned pale at first, then flushed red, and then his throat bobbed as he forcibly suppressed the surging blood and qi.

However, a few streaks of blood still seeped from the corners of his mouth.

Xu Xiao was taken aback.

He hadn't expected the one-armed old man to be injured. Who was this man, and how could he be so powerful?

But Xu Xiao remained silent, afraid of disturbing the old man's breathing.

A moment later, a hint of sadness flashed in the old swordsman's eyes.

"boom--"

Almost at the same time

At the foot of Wudang Mountain

Nearly ten thousand weapons flying from the direction of Beiliang trembled in the air before falling and embedding themselves in the ground.

This contest

Lin Xuan had a slight advantage and suppressed the unparalleled old sword god from sixty years ago.

Time waits for no one, and perhaps Lin Xuan's understanding of swordsmanship is not as good as that of the one-armed old man.

However, when it comes to killing power, that old sword god is far inferior to Lin Xuan.

The two green-edged swords merged into one, shooting towards the sky like a streak of light, disappearing in an instant.

Is this the end?

Mountain Top

The young Taoist priest, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes. The two terrifying auras that had clashed fiercely earlier had completely dissipated.

"Who is it?"

The young Taoist muttered to himself, "He actually managed to defeat that guy from Qingliang Mountain in a direct confrontation using swordsmanship."

No matter how Wudang or Beiliang speculated, they probably never imagined that the person behind the scenes was Lin Xuan, and that the mysterious sword master was none other than Lin Xuan himself.

山脚

Lin Xuan looked away, took a few steps, and quietly left Wudang, as if he had never appeared.

General Zhenbei's Mansion

Lin Xuan opened his eyes, his body surrounded by sword energy, and that profound and unfathomable aura had not yet dissipated.

He composed himself, pointed his fingers like a sword, and gently slashed the air in front of him, creating subtle ripples.

But in an instant, the ripples subsided.

At the foot of Qingliang Mountain

Inside the Prince's Mansion of Beiliang

The one-armed old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't know where such a ruthless character came from."

"What was the result?"

Xu Xiao hurriedly pressed for more information.

The one-armed old man wiped the blood from his lips: "I exchanged nine sword strikes with that person, and in terms of swordsmanship, I am slightly superior."

"However, in terms of offensive and defensive tactics, I am inferior to him."

"This person's swordsmanship is too fierce and aggressive."

"Is he/she dead?"

Xu Xiao's face turned ashen.

"He must have died."

The one-armed old man sighed: "That man drew two swords, one to block me, and the other to stop that guy from Wudang Mountain."

Although Master Wang Chonglou was among the most prominent figures in the Daoist school, he would likely not have survived against another person.

"Who exactly is it?!"

Xu Xiao's expression was contorted, her right hand gripping the chair arm so tightly that it cracked.

He was filled with resentment.

His burning anger had nowhere to go.

A plan that had been in the works for over a decade was broken in a single day.

If he finds out who did it, he will be made to pay the price.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Above the Northern Liang Prince's Palace, the once clear sky was suddenly filled with churning dark clouds, and lightning tore through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, an incomparably sharp sword intent surged from the void, instantly enveloping the entire palace.

The numerous hidden experts in the mansion were all alarmed and rushed towards the main hall where Xu Xiao was.

"Boom!"

One after another, powerful auras erupted.

The one-armed old man's expression was solemn. In an instant, a bright sword light more than ten feet long condensed in the courtyard and slashed straight at Xu Xiao and the one-armed old man.

"Protect the Emperor!"

Several figures swept out from inside the hall; they were all Xu Xiao's personal guards, and their cultivation was not bad.

The cold blade was drawn, meeting the flash of the sword.

However, the sword energy turned to ashes the moment they touched it, without even making a sound.

"Arrogant."

The one-armed old man sneered, anger flashing in his eyes. He took a step forward, his sword finger unleashing a chilling sword aura that collided with the incoming sword light.

"boom"

The two swords clashed, instantly creating a violent whirlwind of sword energy that swept wildly through the courtyard.

"laugh"

A flash of cold light, and the side hall was cleaved in two, the two tall buildings snapped in half, and the ruins collapsed with a deafening roar.

When the wind dissipated and the sword vanished, the once elegant courtyard was completely unrecognizable, and the area within a hundred feet had become flat ground.

With a flick of his sleeve, the one-armed old man sent a gust of wind sweeping away the remaining sword energy and dust.

"Are all young people these days so decisive in their actions?"

The old swordsman slowly shook his head.

Behind Xu Xiao, the man was unharmed, except for a faint red mark about two inches long on his cheek.

It was caused by a wisp of sword wind that had leaked out and grazed past.

now

Xu Xiao's face was ashen, as if it could freeze solid.

This is the first time since the completion of the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion that someone has broken into the courtyard and destroyed an entire courtyard.

If it weren't for the one-armed old man who intervened first, that sword light would probably have killed this King of Beiliang countless times.

"Swish, swish, swish"

Several figures flashed into the courtyard. Looking at the mess on the ground, they looked at each other with surprise.

"Is Your Highness well?"

The tall, elderly man, holding a long knife, asked in a deep voice.

"It's alright."

Xu Xiao waved her hand: "Everyone, step back."

"Yes, ma'am."

The guards quietly dispersed.

"Someone come here."

A man in black robes emerged from the shadows.

"Go check."

Xu Xiao's tone was icy: "Who harmed the Wudang Sect Leader, and who intended to take my life?"

"Yes."

The man in black bowed and withdrew.

He had not experienced this sense of crisis, with his life hanging in the hands of others, for a long time.

Xu Xiao loathed this feeling, which is why he recruited many heroes and built the Northern Liang Royal Palace to be as solid as a rock, making the world tremble with fear.

Who knew today?

Someone actually broke into the heart of the territory.

"Difficult to trace."

The one-armed old man slowly said, "This person used the energy to cross mountains and rivers, projecting his sword intent into the mansion to unleash this attack."

"Swordsmanship at this level is by no means that of an unknown person. I do not believe that no trace of him can be found."

Xu Xiao gritted her teeth.

"Perhaps it is because I have lived in Beiliang for so long that some people have forgotten the days when the iron cavalry of Beiliang swept across the land."

A chilling glint flashed in Xu Xiao's eyes.

Yanzhou City

In the mansion of the General of the North

After Lin Xuan remotely struck Xu Xiao with his sword using his mind, he immediately withdrew his thoughts.

"Pity."

He sighed softly, "If it weren't for that old sword god's intervention, this sword strike would have sent the King of Beiliang on his way."

"It's unlikely that such an opportunity will come again in the future."

"Let's just say that you're kind-hearted, young master, and allow the King of Beiliang to live a few more days."

Mu Qing'er smiled faintly, "However, having suffered such a great loss, given Xu Xiao's personality, he certainly won't give up easily."

"Then we'll see what he does."

Lin Xuan didn't take it seriously: "Cao Guanzi won't be back anytime soon. I'm sending him to Jiangnan to gather up the remnants of the old Chu people."

I don't believe Xu Xiao's influence can reach the Jiangnan region.

He had to swallow this bitter pill, whether he wanted to or not.

"Young master's plans are flawless."

Mu Qing'er's eyes curved like the moon: "The King of Beiliang will probably never understand until his death that the young master possesses such astonishing swordsmanship."

"One sword strike intimidates Wudang, another shakes Beiliang; in my humble opinion, you, young master, are surely among the world's greatest swordsmen."