On this day.
On the lush Zhongnan Mountain, there was a sea of people, shoulder to shoulder.
All the forces were gathered here.
There were long-established Jianghu elders, and young swordsmen who had just stepped out.
There were small forces that had been established not long ago, and there was also Shaolin that had been passed down for thousands of years.
There were people from the Great Song royal family and spies from other empires.
Quan Zhen Sect was unprecedentedly lively.
On the vast Sword River, the white-robed, silver-haired Li Zhongxuan closed his eyes to rest, not disturbed by anyone else.
Firstly, he was very calm.
After many years of reading scriptures and comprehending the Dao, it allowed him to focus and be at ease at any time and place, not being disturbed by external objects.
The heart has no material desire, is the autumn sky clear sea; Sitting there was a scripture, which was the stone chamber Dan Qiu.
This was a powerful state of mind.
Secondly, there were Quan Zhen Sect disciples guarding the area.
Wang Chongyang was personally overseeing it.
He didn't allow anyone to get within three feet of him, afraid that they would disturb him.
The sun rose from the east, and the morning glow soared into the sky.
Suddenly, a deafening sword cry sounded.
The swords in the hands of the surrounding martial artists buzzed and vibrated.
A figure flew through the air.
As if he was taking leisurely steps, his posture was high-spirited and full of confidence.
It was Wu Ming.
Looking at the green-robed swordsman standing on the Sword River, many Jianghu people reminisced.
It was as if he was recalling the green-robed Sword God who was as imposing as a three-foot-long blade and had the most elegant demeanor in the world through this figure whose name shook the Nine States.
He recalled the heroic martial world where the old God of Swords suppressed the world with his sword and added 30% of the Maple Stream to the martial arts world of the Nine Provinces.
As Wu Ming took his place, everyone's eyes gradually fell on another white-robed figure.
Beside the Sword River.
The river was surging and surging.
The white-robed daoist, who had been sitting cross-legged for three days and three nights without moving, finally moved.
He opened his eyes. There seemed to be a river surging in his eyes, and his sword intent was rising and falling.
He stood up.
There was no sign of anything unusual.
He took a step forward and was already in the sky, facing Wu Ming.
Compared to the scene of the green-robed swordsman appearing and the sound of thousands of swords clashing, the white-robed daoist's ordinariness was obviously weaker.
Everyone felt that there was a huge difference between Daoist Zhongxuan and Nameless.
Their strength was not on the same level.
The difference in appearances further proved this point.
They were all guessing how many strikes this Quan Zhen Sect's Ancestral Master could last.
He hoped that this old Daoist could hold on for a little longer and let them experience Nameless's peerless elegance.
If Li Zhongxuan had heard everyone's thoughts, he would definitely have scoffed.
He was fighting, not juggling.
Why did he get so many fancy things?
As long as he could win!
In the sky.
Li Zhongxuan and Wu Ming's eyes met, and the invisible confrontation of aura had already begun.
A strong wind blew out of nowhere.
The entire Sword River's water began to boil, creating thousands of waves.
On the surrounding mountain peaks, the grass and trees swayed, and the wind roared.
"I don't like trouble."
"If you're willing, we'll decide the victor with one sword.”
"The sooner I end this matter, the sooner I can return to the Sutra Depository and continue reading my scriptures and comprehending my mysteries.”
"Scholar, you can save some time and continue to travel the martial world.”
Wu Ming, who was standing with his hands behind his back and his sleeves fluttering in the wind, smiled.
"Interesting!"
Ever since he became famous, he had experienced hundreds of battles.
Even his opponents wished they could fight him a few more times.
This was the first time he had seen such a requirement.
However, he did not dislike this method of determining the winner with a peak sword. Instead, he was eager to try.
Naturally, he agreed.
"The Immortal is a wonderful person!"
When the other martial artists heard this, they were in an uproar.
One sword to determine the winner, this kind of battle method was very rare.
Especially in the confrontation between peerless experts, it was even rarer.
Then, they all focused their attention and stared at the sky without blinking.
Success or failure was determined by a single sword!
This sword move would definitely be exceptionally spectacular.
If he missed it, it would become a regret in his life.
………
In the sky.
Nameless and Li Zhongxuan's auras continued to rise as they prepared their strongest sword.
After half a cup of tea's time, Wu Ming made his move, accompanied by a resounding sword chime that shook the mountains.
The Hero Sword was unsheathed.
He advanced with his sword in hand, and an inexplicable sword intent soared into the sky.
The entire area was shrouded in an inexplicable sorrow.
The grass and trees became listless.
The river suddenly stopped churning.
Many of the martial artists couldn't help but recall the sad past and even shed tears.
Even martial grandmasters were no exception.
Even Wang Chongyang couldn't help but look in the direction of Ancient Tomb Sect, full of sorrow.
"What a good saying!"
Li Zhongxuan praised.
His will was like iron, and the Intelligent Sword in his heart resolutely cut off the grief that was invading him.
Looking at the sword that carried vast heavenly might, he did not dare to be careless.
Although there was no scene of ten thousand swords flying at the same time, this sword was not inferior at all.
A sword that could affect the emotions of living beings was far more terrifying than a simple sharpness.
This was a sword strike from the inside out.
Once he succeeded, not only would his appearance be damaged, but his mind would also be damaged.
If he couldn't see through the past, then his state of mind would be blocked and it would be difficult for him to advance.
In fact, he was even depressed.
Unfortunately, Li Zhongxuan was fearless.
Having lived two lives, he had long seen the past.
With a thought, the peach wood sword in his hand rang out and slashed down.
A deafening sound of a river rushing sounded in this world.
The mountain forest shook, and the hearts of the people pounded wildly.
Wherever the river flowed, everything was washed away and shattered.
The sorrow in the sky faded a little.
Many people broke away from the sorrow that came from the bottom of their hearts and breathed heavily like fish that almost died of thirst. They looked at Nameless with fear and lingering fear.
It was hard to imagine that there was such a terrifying sword intent and sword technique in the world.
Then, they looked at the white-robed figure and were equally shocked.
Unexpectedly, this Daoist Zhongxuan was actually able to forcefully bring them out of that artistic conception.
Immediately after, their pupils constricted and their eyes widened.
Because of this, the sword river that stretched across Mount Zhongnan suddenly surged up.
As Li Zhongxuan swung his sword down, it charged towards the nine heavens and headed towards Nameless.
The scene was terrifying and magnificent.
The most terrifying thing was the sword intent!
They seemed to see that every drop of water was a sword.
The Hero Sword and the Peach Wood Sword clashed.
The sword light collided with the river.
At first, they were evenly matched.
However, after the time it took to brew a cup of tea, the sword light only managed to cut through half of the river before it was shattered by the mighty sword river.
The Hero Sword left his hand.
Wu Ming was sent flying backwards. He relied on his powerful cultivation at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm to prevent himself from falling. He staggered and landed on the ground, coughing up blood as he suffered serious internal injuries.
Looking at Li Zhongxuan who had descended from the nine heavens, his eyes were frighteningly bright.
"What sword is this?"
"Big River Sword."
Then, Li Zhongxuan changed his tone.
"Scholar was injured in my Zhongnan Mountain.”
"Scholar, please wait for Quan Zhen Sect to recuperate before leaving.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
He tapped the ground with the tip of his toes and used the Cloud Treading Steps to float away.
The scene was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
No one had expected such an outcome.
Wu Ming, who had always been invincible, was actually defeated at Mount Zhongnan.
It was too unexpected.
One had to know that Daoist Zhongxuan didn't seem to have an advantage in this battle.
In terms of cultivation, Wu Ming was already at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm and had stepped into the third-level of the martial grandmaster realm. On the other hand, he was only a newly-advanced martial grandmaster.
In terms of battle achievements, Nameless had experienced hundreds of battles, lost and killed many martial grandmasters, while he only had the record of killing one martial grandmaster.
No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like he would win.
However, the results forced them to believe it.
After a moment of silence, there was an explosion.
The crowd of Jianghu guests was in an uproar as they discussed animatedly.
"The world is unpredictable, but life is unpredictable.
Who would have thought that Daoist Zhongxuan would win in the end!
Life was indeed full of surprises and surprises.”
"This door is indeed full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons."
"Of course! "Our Dao Sect has many experts and a deep foundation.
However, true experts liked to keep a low profile and focus on cultivation. They would not deliberately pursue fame.
He paid attention to everything and let nature take its course.
Daoist Zhongxuan was a true cultivator of the Dao Sect.
It wasn't that he couldn't win against Wu Ming, but he didn't like to fight for fame and fortune. He was focused on the Dao.
This reputation in the secular world would not be forced.”
"This brother is right. There are indeed many experts in the Dao Sect who don't like fame and fortune. Unless they are bullied, they won't easily attack.”
"What a great Big River Sword!"
"This time, Quan Zhen Sect is going to soar to the next level.”
"I want to take you as my master! Enter Zhongxuan Zhen's sect."
"Aren't you afraid of hurting your tongue when the wind is strong?"
……
Everyone knew.
After this battle, Daoist Zhongxuan would shock the Nine States and become one of the few experts in the world.
The Big River Sword would also shock the four seas.
Even Quan Zhen Sect would be affected.
In front of the Scripture Depository.
Li Zhongxuan was not interested in the reactions and discussions of the people in the martial world.
The result was obvious.
At this moment, his legs went weak as soon as he landed, and he almost fell.
Fortunately, there was no one in the Sutra Depository now, so he avoided embarrassing himself.
Although his True Qi was comparable to Celestial Phenomenon Ascendants, he wasn't a third-level Grandmaster.
Although he won against Nameless's all-out attack, he had little True Essence left in his body.
It was barely enough for him to return.
Now that his True Qi was completely empty, he needed to recuperate for a while before he could recover.
Fortunately, this problem was finally resolved.
In the future, he would be able to cultivate calmly.
For a very long time, there would not be anyone who did not have eyes to question the sword.
Thinking of this, Li Zhongxuan stroked his beard and smiled.
Just as he stepped into the Sutra Depository, recovered his true essence, digested the gains from the sword sparring, and improved his attainments in the sword, he flipped through the scriptures again, comprehended the Dao, and resumed his previous life...
The impact of this battle also began to ferment in the martial world.
………
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