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Chapter 256 Murong Longtu’s Sword!

The whale fisherman raised his hand, pressed his palm tightly against the silver hair on his head, and stared at Yaoguang in front of him. He was the youngest martial arts legend in the past eight hundred years. He was not as good as the others in vitality, murderousness, and deep inner strength.

However, his formation is unparalleled and his magic is unique. If one really wants to kill him, one needs a lineup at least of the same level as the one that fought Zhang Ziyong to death today, or even a higher level. It requires top generals, peerless masters, and an iron-clad army of tens of thousands of people.

Without him——

The leader of the formation is least afraid of group battles!
What he feared was the existence of the Sword Maniac.

With a sharp sword in hand, you can turn the world upside down and make the world rotate.

There were no magic tricks, formations, or mysteries. He just used the sword method that did not seek to last long. He chased Zhang Ziyong for a full 20,000 miles and chopped this monster, who had lived for 300 years without changing his face, into a pair of pure white hairs and severely damaged his foundation.

Others who enter the formation will think, infer, and calculate, and then carefully begin to break the formation, fearing that there might be problems or that they might accidentally walk into a dead end.

When the sword maniac enters the formation, he will choose a more pleasing angle to start chopping.

Therefore, the formation cannot form a formation, and the Tao cannot become the Tao.

The next one was Dao Zong, who traveled around the six voids calmly and leisurely.

As for Jiang Su?

That guy led his troops and was too shameless for the Whale Fisherman to bother with. Based on his understanding of Jiang Su - if it weren't for the gathering of millions of soldiers and an all-out battle, the stakes would be too high and the entire country's destiny would be at stake.

If you are not careful, it may even lead to the decline of your own country.

Jiang Su, the war maniac, had already started a war to cause chaos in the world.

In various legends, the whale fisherman's overall level is comparable to that of Daoist Master. His knowledge of formations is all-encompassing, so he is arrogant and proud, claiming to be the best in the world, but few people can compare with him. He sets foot in the Western Regions alone and enters the vast ocean, with a calm expression.

There are many legends, such as the sword maniac has a short life, the divine general is old, the Taoist has an empty heart, and is obsessed with immortality.

I am invincible. Even if Jiang Su, the sword maniac, is in front of me, he dares to act recklessly and is not restrained at all!
But this moment is different.

The whale fisherman's clothes were soaked with cold sweat on his back.

The silver-haired girl walked forward slowly.

The legend of the dragon can be lifted up in one hand and the steps are unconsciously taken backwards.

“I, ah ah, ha, ahahahaha…”

"I, this, isn't this a misunderstanding?"

Whale fishermen feel their scalps tingling.

The silver-haired girl stepped forward, her voice quiet:

"So, the pearl that was secretly placed on my desk was sent by you?"

"You are the one who prepares the snacks for my birthday every year."

The whale fisherman’s hands trembled. “I, hahahaha, what are you talking about!”

The whale fisherman clenched his fists, then raised his head and smiled proudly:
"Call me Uncle Ye!"

“It’s Uncle Ye, it’s Uncle Ye, Yaoguang, hahahahahaha!”

The silver-haired girl paced forward.

There was obviously no expression on her face, but Wan Mingyi next to her could see a kind of determination and calmness on that beautiful and cold face, from the curve of her slightly pursed lips, as if a general was charging in armor.

Just as if he had made a mistake in the past, his mother suddenly started to say his full name in front of those bad friends, and read his given name, surname and courtesy name together.

The silver-haired girl said, "You are always like this."

The silver-haired man's footsteps were close to the cliff. With the next step he took, gravel slid down with a crash. He laughed dryly and scratched his head, saying, "Hahaha, did you misunderstand something? Ah!"

"It's white hair, it's white hair, right?!"

He reached out and picked up his hair. It was not the gray hair of an ordinary person who was old and looked like dead grass in winter, but a clear silver color, like the moonlight of a full moon in the night sky. He said, "There are too many people with gray hair in the world. You must have mistaken me."

The silver-haired girl stopped walking, folded her hands in front of her belly, her voice was cold and quiet, without any emotion, and after thinking for a while, she just said, "Indeed."

“There are too many people with gray hair in the world.”

The whale fisherman laughed and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The silver-haired girl in front of him pressed her clothes and said slowly: "Then, as a response to today's impoliteness, as compensation for today's impoliteness, I will agree to the title you have been mentioning before."

"Since you have sworn brotherhood with Guan Yi, please allow me to address you as such..."

The whale fisherman's face froze.

The silver-haired girl bowed slightly, her clothes rose and fell like the wind, and her silver hair at her temples flew slightly. Then she thought for a moment, picked up her fingers, pressed them against her lips on both sides, and then applied a little force to push both sides of her lips upwards.

Revealing a light smile:

She said, "Brother."

! ! ! !
Wan Mingyi felt that the mountain under his feet seemed to shake.

Fishing·Martial arts legend·The leader of formation·The youngest peerless genius·It will take an army of ten thousand Iron Buddhas·Five masters to raid the formation·To be able to surround and kill·The legendary·Whale Guest.

Be penetrated.

Only two words were used.

Wan Mingyi saw the silver-haired uncle's face losing color bit by bit.

Maybe it's the silver hair issue.

In the sunlight, the whole person glowed a pale gray.

His eyes looked like dead fish that had been caught on a hook.

………………

I didn't know that such a thing happened in the Gongsun family.

On the battlefield where Zhang Ziyong was being besieged, the situation was still tense and filled with a heavy and murderous atmosphere.

Li Guan was exhausted early in the morning. He just held the Chixiao Sword to support himself here, and then looked at the palace masters in front of him calmly without losing his momentum. At the same time, the bronze tripod was absorbing and exhaling energy at an efficiency that could be called crazy.

One of the five great legends of Jianghu: Bingjie!

At the same time, there were - soldiers ravaging the battlefield, warriors fighting each other, sword madmen with sword intent, the sorcerer breaking the immortal body, Sima Ming sealing one of his arms, and the divine weapon Chixiao Sword piercing the dragon essence. Under all these circumstances, Zhang Ziyong still lost the will to go on living.

Zhang Ziyong did not choose to jump up instantly, abandon the dignity of a martial arts legend and turn around and run away, so he killed him.

Of course, Qu Zaishi and Ximen Hengrong also have the pride of warriors. Theoretically, they would not seek survival in humiliation. However, Zhang Ziyong is different. Li Guanyi always feels that he might be able to do such a thing.

In fact, Li Guanyi could sense that even if Zhang Ziyong had not thrust the sword into his body at the last moment, the aura emitted by the Scarlet Sky Sword would have killed him completely.

However, Zhang Ziyong's last bit of pride was consumed by his obsession, and he was unwilling to die under the swords of Gongyang Suwang and others. Instead, he wanted to die by suicide and die at the hands of the sharp edge of Chixiao, the greatest sword in eight hundred years.

However, it is precisely because all these elements are gathered together.

In addition, the four palace masters of the academy finally joined forces to provide a one-stop funeral service.

This top-notch martial artist, a legend in the martial arts world for three hundred years, had a body of skills that was almost like being chopped into small pieces. His vital energy returned to the world, and most of it surged into this world, turning it into a paradise.

But the remaining small part is equivalent to ownerless pure energy.

It surged, flowed, swirled, and almost poured into Li Guanyi's bronze tripod. More than half a month ago, Li Guanyi and Jiang Wanxiang had made an agreement to split up with Ling Pingyang and other Qilin soldiers and go down the river.

He encountered Zhang Ziyong who was in his prime and had his arm chopped off by the sword maniac.

Old Man Siming picked it up and ran away.

Under such circumstances, it was extremely difficult to extract a little bit of jade liquid from Zhang Ziyong's impeccable body.

Just this little bit of jade liquid has already pushed Li Guanyi's physique to the level where he can exchange injuries for injuries and fight against the grandmaster Ximen Hengrong. Although he cannot win, the crazy Ximen Hengrong only knows how to fight with internal strength, but he can't defeat Li Guanyi.

But now, this jade liquid is no longer gathering drop by drop.

Inflow? No!

This is a crazy backflow!

It's just like a flood.

The bronze tripod looked as if it had been starving for eight lifetimes.

Since I followed Li Guanyi, I have never eaten anything so delicious.

It is highly likely that you won’t be able to eat something this good in the future.

At this moment, he almost wanted to fly between heaven and earth and continuously absorb this pure and vast vital energy. The turquoise jade liquid flowed and flew in it, faintly emitting an extremely powerful vitality.

Even though the refining had not yet begun, the aftermath of the jade liquid flying into the bronze cauldron made Li Guanyi's body, which had many hidden injuries, begin to recover rapidly. From the outside, it seemed that this young man was sitting in the ruins, with the heaven and earth full of vitality, and in front of him was a top master, but he was calm and unhurried.

King Gongyang Su smiled and said, "Master of the Scarlet Sky Sword?"

"I never thought that I would see this legendary name again."

Li Guanyi replied: "I am too seriously injured. Please forgive me for not being able to stand up to greet you."

Then the second question was: "Is Zhang Ziyong really dead?"

King Gongyang Su said: "He is dead, dead and very dead."

"But it is Ji Chengfeng after all." King Gongyang Su paused, shook his head again, and said to himself: "No... He has already stated his name. I think he doesn't want to affect the reputation of the crown prince. Since it is Zhang Ziyong, we can't judge him with common sense."

"Have you ever seen someone practice martial arts to such an extent before?"

"It is said that the life span of a martial artist is long, but it is not endless. Jiang Su's martial arts skills are extraordinary, and he has walked a path that no one before him has walked. It is said that the life span of a martial artist is hundreds of years, but he is already old and about to die."

"The Sword Maniac has reached the limit of his life span after two hundred years."

"Old Senior Siming is over 300 years old, and he is also so old."

"But Zhang Ziyong has lived for more than 300 years, but he looks like he is only 30 years old. He has no signs of aging at all. I feel that if we don't stop him, he might be able to live for 8,000 years like the ancient red dragon and never die."

"Yingguo's Feixin is still beating eight hundred years after being killed."

"Zhang Ziyong, a legend in martial arts, must be cautious."

"We must kill it to the limit." Gongyang Suwang pointed at the box and said, "After that, we must suppress it under the ancient Confucian path of the academy. Qilin and I will guard it from generation to generation and use the power of the academy to suppress it."

Gongyang Suwang swept his sleeves, and the Autumn Water Sword that had fallen on the ground flew into his hand. This sword was the top one among the mysterious weapons, and the sword itself should be like a pool of autumn water, pure and flawless, but at this moment it was stained with traces of blood, and was subtly changing.

The old scholar stroked the sword with his palm and said, "The Sword of Autumn Water Without Trace."

"It was cast by Murong Longtu himself when Murong Qiushui was born."

"Sharp and hard, other than that, it doesn't have any special features."

"But even Zhang Ziyong's arm can be cut into it, it's really powerful, keep it." He flicked his finger, and the Autumn Water Sword flew back into the scabbard at Li Guanyi's waist, whistling.

"This sword is stained with the blood of the immortal. It may become a divine weapon in the future."

The Chixiao sword wheel turned, and the sword sounded clear and beautiful.

Then he got angry.

Keep poking the Autumn Water Sword.

King Gongyang Su said: "Zhang Ziyong didn't want to die in our hands, so he used the Scarlet Sky Sword to kill himself. Although it was suicide, it was actually the powerful sword intent left by the sword madman that took his life."

"That old man couldn't do this before he took this step."

"Hey, he really managed to get through. Unfortunately, I want to take this step, but I don't dare to take it."

King Gongyang Su said calmly: "There is a cliff thousands of feet ahead, there is a road, but no door to enter."

"What can be done?"

At this time, the leader of the Mohist school, the living Buddha of Buddhism, and Su Yue Zhenren all dispersed to survey the surrounding vitality to prevent Zhang Ziyong from making any follow-up moves. Yuwen Lie stared at Li Guanyi and without saying anything, ordered the Tiger Cavalry to regroup.

King Gongyang Su had time to chat with Li Guanyi, and the old scholar said gently:

"Ninety-seven Mystical Weapons gave him the prestige of being the world's number one master, but it also limited him. At that time, he was about the same as me. I fought him three times, but he never broke in, and I never defeated him."

"Now that I'm fighting alone, I'm afraid I won't be able to take on his sword moves." "I really want to mobilize the ancient Confucian spirit to fight him."

“But the essence of Confucianism is not about fighting for personal gain.”

"It is of no benefit to the country or the world."

Li Guanyi asked curiously:
"How much has my great-grandfather changed before and after the breakthrough?"

Gongyang Suwang seemed to have heard something very interesting. He laughed loudly, reached out and patted Li Guanyi on the shoulder, and said, "What a child you are. How much has he changed? The change you are talking about is like a bird flapping its wings and a fish shaking its tail. But the change of the sword maniac is like a fish turning into a dragon and a bird turning into a roc."

"The first Grandmaster, ninety-seven mysterious weapons crisscrossing each other."

"It only takes two moves to kill the leader of the Yin Yang Rotating Sect of the Ninth Heaven."

"The split and changes of the Yin-Yang Rotation Sect were caused by Zhang Ziyong's discussion of the Dao. Zhang Ziyong 'enlightened' the Yin-Yang Rotation Sect, but such means cannot directly resist Murong Longtu's sword at this moment."

Li Guanyi said, "Is that so."

"The Yin-Yang Rotation Sect is also related to this guy."

He held the Chixiao Sword and grinned:

"What a pity that I didn't poke a few more holes in Zhang Ziyong's body just now."

King Gongyang Su laughed: "Good boy, you have the character of our generation."

The sound of war horses could be heard, and the friction of armor leaves was chilling and cold, which made people feel a little cold in their hearts. Yuwen Lie had reorganized 8,000 Tiger Cavalry. He led his troops to Li Guanyi, staring at Li Guanyi with a pair of tiger eyes.

"Red Sky Sword?"

King Gongyang Su paced and stood in front of Li Guanyi.

When the Palace Master of the Academy took on this position, he was burdened with the responsibility of not entering the court, but at this moment, he still fulfilled the promise he made that year and said:
"General Yuwen."

Yuwen Lie sat on his warhorse and looked at Li Guanyi calmly.

"Red Sky Sword, Li Guanyi..."

Li Guanyi smiled calmly and said, "Do you want it?"

He held the sword and threw it out. The Chixiao Sword fell to the ground, whistling. However, Yuwen Lie did not look at this magic weapon. He placed his spear against the ground and said, "It's just a legend from the past."

"I heard that many teachers in the academy still have fantasies about this sword."

"How ridiculous."

"Tian Xian said you mentioned a sentence, are there any kings, princes, generals or ministers of different species?"

"If you believe that holding the Scarlet Sky Sword will allow you to conquer the world, then you are the least qualified to say this. This also goes against the Confucian idea of ​​rulers being rulers, subjects being subjects, fathers being fathers, and sons being sons, right?"

The black-robed scholar holding a sword replied:

"King Wu defeated the emperor of mankind. I have heard that he killed a tyrant, but I have never heard of him killing the emperor."

Yuwen Lie looked at King Gongyang Su and said, "I heard that King Gongyang Su follows the classical Confucianism, which is different from the schools of thought that have emerged in the past eight hundred years. So, if we conquer the world and bring peace to the world, Confucianism will also support us, right?"

Gongyang Su Wang said: "Naturally."

"In a time of chaos and corruption, do you know the Book of Rites: Confucian Conduct?"

Yuwen Lie said: "The Journey of Confucianism is the only one I have written down."

The famous general said solemnly: "Confucian scholars do not serve the emperor above, nor the princes below; they are cautious and calm, and value tolerance; they are strong and resolute in dealing with others, and are knowledgeable and know how to obey; they are close to literature and sharpen their integrity; even if the country is divided as a penny, they will not serve as a loyal subject."

"The Gongyang Confucian and chivalrous lineage still exists in the world."

"very good."

He poked and raised the spear in his hand, and the spear hit the sword, making a sword sound.

Then, on horseback, he summoned up his courage, lifted up the Chixiao sword, and spun, flying in front of Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi stretched out his hand, grasped the magic weapon, and sat there.

Yuwen Lie was riding a war horse.

There was a hint of a smile on that solemn face.

That was the tiger's calm smile. He said calmly, "Don't make such a probing gesture in front of me. Li Guanyi, you and I are both people who stir up troubled times. You can keep the Scarlet Sky Sword."

"I will tell His Majesty such news."

"As for your majesty's answer, I can tell you now."

"You don't have to be so alert, King Gongyangsu. I won't launch a surprise attack."

He rode his warhorse, turned around and left. The Tiger Cavalry separated like flowing water, and then gathered behind him. All the actions were silent and natural. The famous general of the world raised the spear in his hand to conquer the legend, pointed it at the sky, and said in a solemn voice, emphasizing each word:
"We will defeat the master of the Scarlet Sky Sword."

"Submitting to the legend of Scarlet Sky and believing that holding the Scarlet Sky Sword can conquer the world means that we are still kneeling under the remaining power of the Scarlet Emperor, and the shackles imposed on our flesh have not been cut off."

"Such a magical weapon is a constraint for us."

"Let us meet on the battlefield!"

"Only by defeating the master of the Scarlet Sky Sword head-on can we prove that the past is over. We don't have to submit to the Scarlet Emperor. We will use our swords and spears to create our own era!"

"To obtain the righteousness of the country, only I can respond!"

"Long live Daying!"

The eight thousand Tiger Cavalrymen raised their spears, sharp and pointed them towards the sky.

He said loudly: "Long live Daying!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live the world!!!"

Eight thousand soldiers shouted in unison, the sound of weapons was murderous, and a fierce murderous aura rose to the sky.

Li Guanyi held the Scarlet Sky Sword and said, "You mean to say that only by breaking through the past era and reshaping a new era like the Scarlet Emperor back then can we be considered to have inherited the true Scarlet Sky, right?"

Yuwen Lie did not answer, with a calm look on his face:

"Inheritance, no, transcendence."

"Let us fight on the battlefield someday."

"I am waiting for the day when you and I will face each other to the death, Li Guanyi!"

The eight thousand Tiger Barbarian Cavalrymen left. The Chixiao Sword and Zhang Ziyong's death were the most important things and needed to be reported to Jiang Wanxiang as quickly as possible. The changes here and the subsequent impact of the battle required extremely complicated government orders.

Li Guanyi let out a breath.

"Yuwen Lie..."

At this moment, Li Guanyi suddenly heard a scream coming from a distant place. Above the Gongsun family, the silver-haired man who was pushed to the extreme seemed unable to withstand the huge impact.

The great martial arts legend chose—

run!
Formations flowed in the air, and the silver-haired man soared into the sky. Li Guan raised his head and saw the whale fisherman. He didn't know what happened while they were talking here. Li Guan suddenly realized, "Uncle Ye?!!!"

"Where are you going, Uncle Ye!"

"Uncle Ye?! Uncle Ye!"

The silver-haired man said, "Don't call me that!"

Li Guanyi hesitated for a moment, then shouted loudly:
"Brother?!"

The whale fisherman uttered a scream and shouted:

"Shut up!!!"

"Shut up!!!"

It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Li Guanyi was dumbfounded, not knowing what had happened. He staggered to his feet, leaning on his sword, and felt the pain all over his body beginning to subside. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see the mess all around.

There was only one huge stone pillar left on the fortress mountain where the Gongsun family lived, and on the stone pillar was the remnant of the Gongsun family lobby, with strong winds blowing all around.

The old sorcerer, who was determined to die, fell there, but he was still alive.

Li Guanyi: "Finally, it's over..."

When the other palace masters came over, Li Guanyi asked curiously:
"Senior, you haven't finished talking just now. How is my great-grandfather's swordsmanship now?"

King Gongyang Su handed a fruit to Qilin, teased him with a smile, and told him that there was an old Qilin in the academy, who was looking forward to meeting him and had been preparing for a long time.

Qilin was happy after tasting the fruit: "I am looking forward to it too!"

King Gongyang Su laughed even more happily.

"The next fifty days will be the most unforgettable fifty years of your life."

Qilin was puzzled.

King Gongyang Su stood up and answered Li Guanyi's question, saying in a calm voice:
"The way of swordsmanship is like mountains. When ordinary people hold a sword and practice swordsmanship, it is like a pedestrian climbing a mountain and wading through water. There is joy in every step. Some people see the continuous flow of water, so they get the changes of sword moves; some people see the majestic mountains and know the domineering power of the situation."

“Before I learned swordsmanship, I felt that the road ahead was endless and the mountains were thousands of feet high!”

“But when you reach the top of the mountain and look up, you can still see it.”

"There is always a mountain higher than the other in the sword path."

Li Guanyi couldn't help but ask, "Is Great Grandfather the highest mountain now?"

King Gongyang Su replied: "When you have a talent that is one in a million, and you can endure the loneliness and solitude of swinging the sword day after day, and you are lucky enough to survive in the chaos of the world, and finally, you are qualified to reach the highest mountain of swordsmanship."

"Look up and you can see him."

Li Guanyi's expression became solemn and he said:
“He’s on top of the mountain?”

King Gongyang Su shook his head and said, "No."

The old scholar was silent for a moment, then said softly:
"Above the Ninth Heaven!"

The Confucian King Su personally commented that this sword has no return and no regrets, and has reached the sword path above the nine heavens. Li Guanyi couldn't help but imagine such brilliance, but he was a little strange and couldn't help asking: "But, where is my great-grandfather now?"

"Seniors, you are all here, why didn't he come?"

King Gongyang Su said: "He must be on another battlefield..."

King Su recalled the files in the academy and said, "I roughly know where he is."

Li Guanyi was puzzled. Far away from here, in the Chen Baxian secret realm that Yaoguang had told Jian Kuang about, an extremely huge and vast red dragon was slowly circling, its scales were hard and ancient, and its golden vertical pupils were staring ahead.

The white-haired swordsman's green robe fluttered as he said, "I followed the aura and came here. I never thought that the strong aura on him was actually from the ancient red dragon."

"You said you promised him a lifespan of 800 years."

"I have to help him one last time."

"Unfortunately, I won't allow it."

The ancient red dragon slowly circled, its body was huge, and its voice was vast: "You have stopped me for one day. I only fulfilled the promise I made to the Red Emperor and captured him here for five hundred years. Swordsman in the world, you come to stop me, are you here to do what you call chivalry?"

The white-haired old man laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, are you doing good deeds?"

"Murong Longtu has stepped through Jianmen for three hundred times, but he doesn't know what chivalry is."

"Murong Longtu only helps his relatives and not his friends when doing things."

He raised the object in his hand, looked at the ancient red dragon in front of him, and said:

“Everyone has their own reasons.”

“Everyone thinks they are right.”

"Unfortunately, no matter how great the eight hundred year agreement between you and the Scarlet Emperor is, it is not as important as the sword in my hand."

(End of this chapter)