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Chapter 284: Entering the Jianghu

The world of martial arts has seen ups and downs, and changes have been turbulent. The era of sword maniac Murong Longtu was two hundred years ago. How did a sword-making boy, whose family was exterminated, cause the sword art in martial arts to decline, and how did he collect famous swords from all over the place for his own?

Even the white-haired old warriors today don't understand these things. Even an old man like Xue Daoyong, who was over a hundred years old, had not yet been born when Murong Longtu was holding a sword and roaming the martial arts world for a decade.

People here don't know how evil this old man is.

Coming just for the reputation, the old man picked up a branch and started to attack first. There was evil spirit and luck entangled on his body. In terms of personal martial arts alone, the warrior who was not inferior to Yue Qianfeng in the past had been beaten away.

But someone came over and said:

"Sword Maniac, I'm sorry!!!"

He was a miserable monk.

It was the Living Buddha from the Western Regions who had been involved in the earlier incident with the Immortal Guest. Because the two men were fighting in the Western Regions, he tried to help, but was beaten up by the old swordsman without any reason. The monk was also angry, so he came to join in the fun.

With one hand, he grabbed the Grandmaster who was repelled by the sword madman's sword energy.

A backhand strike.

Glazed Vajra Body!

But he was stopped by a branch that could be broken by a naughty child.

What stopped him was not the branch, but the person holding the branch.

Buddha said that strong men can move mountains.

I say,

No!

boom! ! ! !

He was previously ranked third in the list of the world's top ten masters, the most outstanding living Buddha in the Western Regions in the past three hundred years, and was best at defense and physical fitness. Everyone thought that he could hold out a little longer against this swordsman, but they never expected that.

The body of glass is indestructible like diamond.

It can be broken with one sword!
The old monk who inherited the three hundred years of cultivation of the Living Buddha of the Western Regions is ranked third among the top ten masters in the world because he only has the strength of third place, while the white-haired sword maniac is ranked first among the masters simply because he is the highest in the list of the top ten masters.

Sword energy rises to the sky!

There was a person hiding under a building, he seemed to be in his forties or fifties, with a lively look in his eyes. It was Tu Shengyuan, a guest of Tianxia Diyi Building who had come here early. This old guy had come here early to eat and drink for free.

In the battle where the sword maniac was chasing the Immortal Guest, relying on his extraordinary lightness skills, he chased all the way and quietly leaned forward, seeing the sword maniac start the fight. He was stared at by the Immortal Guest, and was so scared that his face turned pale. He was flustered for a long time before he realized that he had been hit.

He came back and was healed by Taoist Xiantian Zi Yang Zhenren, but he had not rested for long before he came here excitedly to stare. Tu Shengyuan stuck his head out and looked at the Dharma images in the sky, counting them one by one, thirty, thirty-five.

Forty-seven in total.

All the masters hidden in the martial arts world, from the grassland in the north to the desert in the west and the sea in the east, except for forces like the Demon Sect and the Ghost Market, as well as the generals in the army, were lurked out.

The sword maniac broke in alone.

Back and forth.

In the beginning, it was just branches.

Then, sword energy filled the four directions, and it was clearly a sword.

It was just a trance, and the front of the eyes was already a sea of ​​white. Silver light swam around like fish. It was already a vast ocean. The sword energy was like the sea. Tu Shengyuan looked at this scene and murmured, "The sword energy is like this, hahaha..."

"Unparalleled in the world."

"Unparalleled in ancient and modern times!"

He suddenly fell to the ground, clapping his hands and laughing. The old sword maniac was fighting alone with so many great martial arts masters, roaring like dragons and howling like tigers. The stall owner's legs and feet became weak, but he found that the sword energy did not hurt him at all.

Then he reacted and planned to slip away. He threw the carrying pole down and took two steps. But he turned around, looked at the wine and edamame in the pole, and thought about the two five-year-old children at home.

He suddenly had the courage of a chivalrous hero.

He gritted his teeth, took slow steps, walked over step by step, and grabbed the carrying pole.

Carrying on shoulders.

When he moved out of the academy step by step, he found that his back was already soaked with sweat. His legs were shaking uncontrollably. He turned around and saw a great battle. A blue dragon reached the sky, a tiger roared on the ground, a giant wolf with wings on its back swooped down, and a sharp sword pointed into the sky. It was like a script of a myth or legend. It was simply a nightmare.

Before, he was very calm and talked about how he was also a swordsman.

He said that he wanted to see for himself whether the sword of the sword maniac was really invincible and unattainable. Now the face of this young man from a noble family had turned pale, and the jewel-encrusted sword in his hand was like a crutch supporting the ground.

The stall owner walked forward and saw a young man carrying something on his back walking towards him. He kindly said, "Young man, there is a fight ahead, don't go over there."

The young man in the blue Taoist robe thanked him and said politely:

"Please give me a jug of wine."

"what?"

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, just thinking that he had met a very strange person today. However, no matter how strange it was, he still had to do business. His hands were still shaking as he took out a pot of wine and handed it to the young man.

The young Taoist took out all the money from his worn-out pocket, which was copper coins, some of which were missing, and took a pot of wine and a portion of edamame. He tasted them and said, "This tastes very good."

"My great-grandfather would probably like it."

"Please send some edamame to my place."

The young Taoist took some money and bought the remaining edamame from the stall owner. The stall owner agreed casually. When the young Taoist walked away, he felt dazed and confused, feeling that his luck today was both good and bad.

Although he did not sell the things he had prepared, it seemed that he had two bigger deals. So he calmed himself down and recalled the things again, thinking that he must not forget these two addresses. But after thinking about it carefully, he was stunned.

"Is it a place?"

The guest official of the No. 1 Building in the World is using a chisel to carve the information of a battle that is destined to be famous for generations to come. The sword maniac's sword energy is domineering and calm, and has reached the limit he knows. These most outstanding warriors in the world of martial arts in the past two hundred years have joined forces to fight.

They are all martial arts masters, and they all have Dharma images. If they are not martial artists of this level, they are not qualified to stand in front of Murong Longtu and have no qualifications to use that move.

But Tu Shengyuan knew that this was just the beginning.

The six palace masters of the academy have not taken any action yet.

The remaining three legends in the martial arts world have not yet taken action.

At this moment, the internal energy and the Dharma image collided with each other, bursting out with powerful auras, making Tu Shengyuan's breathing a little suppressed and dull, but he knew that this was just the appetizer. Swords whistled, spears and halberds fought back and forth.

All the great figures in the martial arts world over the past two hundred years are here!
At this moment, Tu Shengyuan suddenly heard a sound like tearing silk.

The sound of the piano was solemn and sharp, but it just happened to blend in with the whistling of swords and knives. In an instant, it seemed to change the atmosphere of the entire battlefield. Tu Shengyuan felt a chill exploding from his coccyx and surging upwards layer by layer.

He shuddered, but turned around to look.

The young man in the blue Taoist robe took off the thing on his back. The thing was quite large and fell to the ground, making a clear sound. The young man swept his sleeves to smooth out the shattered stones from the previous sword fight.

After untying the cloth, there was an antique musical instrument inside.

Here, masters were fighting, Dharma images were roaring, and the energy was flowing and changing in an extremely wonderful way. All the onlookers had been scared away, and now those who did not have enough martial arts could not stand here at all. If they came close they would be shaken back or even killed.

But the sword energy of the sword maniac is nothing special.

Even the aftermath of the other masters' attacks were dispersed when they approached Li Guanyi. Three steps ahead, the wind was rising and the clouds were surging, and the sky was falling, as if it were a mythological era. However, there was calm around this young man.

The guqin was placed flat.

The young man bought the wine with the money Shi Yisong entrusted to him.

This is Shi Yisong's wish. He said he hopes Li Guanyi will use the money to watch this big battle.

The young man held the wine and placed it aside. Then he placed his fingers on the strings of the zither and played it calmly. His voice was extremely calm amid the whistling of swords and knives, and could be heard from afar. He spoke clearly:
"Jiangnan Murong Longtu, great-grandson, Li Guanyi."

"I'll play the piano for you all to liven up the party."

The young man's hands pressed on the strings of the zither, and the bronze tripod whistled violently. The auras of more than forty masters here poured into the bronze tripod frantically. Although the quality could not be compared with that of the green-robed immortal guest, the quantity was really enough!

There are enough of them to allow Li Guanyi's body to enter a higher level under the impetus of this infinite vital energy; there are so many of them that if Li Guanyi is willing, he can immediately break through and reach the peak of the sixth level.

Only the master level, which is a true barrier, can stop him.

But he didn't.

With a slight movement of his mind, the bronze tripod suddenly poured down.

The vital energy roared, circulated around the body, and fell on the fingers.

So he played the piano.

Then the sound of the piano was so loud that it stirred up countless waves.

Sword maniac Murong Longtu forced back several masters and looked back.

Li Guanyi and Murong Longtu looked at each other.

He looked at the blue-shirted swordsman, and even though he was reluctant to leave, he forced a smile. The young man was also heroic, and said in a clear voice: "Grandfather, I wonder what kind of sword can be called the best in the world from ancient times to the present?"

"I still don't know what it means to be undefeated in the martial arts world."

"I don't know what the sword maniac in the world is."

! ! ! !
Tu Shengyuan shuddered, gritted his teeth, and blurted out a curse.

His body was shaking with nervousness and excitement.

He knew what effect this sentence would produce at this time, and he also knew that Li Guanyi must understand what this meant.

The son of Li Wanli and the heir of Murong Longtu.

Hey!
what!
The sound of the zither continued, and the swordsman in green seemed to be enjoying himself very much. He laughed loudly and said:

"Hahahaha, good, good, using the music of the piano and the sword energy, good, good, good!!!"

He raised his hand and waved.

With his infinite internal energy activated, the wine jug that Li Guanyi had placed next to him exploded.

A stream of clear wine rose up and fell directly into Murong Longtu's throat. It was clearly wine that had been drained of water. The wine pot was filled with the spirit of the martial arts world. The old man swept his sword with a majestic sword energy and said:
"It's too boring to fight them one by one!"

"Chen Chengbi, the leader of Mohism, Gongyang Suwang, the old living Buddha..." He held the sword in his hand and pointed at them one by one. The people who were pointed out all showed their majestic internal energy. Finally, he looked at the void over there.

"Jiang Su." The murderous aura of weapons rose to the sky, seeming to dye the sky black. An old man dressed in cloth and holding a particularly large spear walked out. Behind him seemed to be thousands of troops following him, and his arrogance was overwhelming.

"Daozong."

The white crane cried loudly. The silver-haired man, wearing a Taoist robe, just sat cross-legged on the back of the white crane with a calm expression.

"The leader of the formation."

The silver-haired man stood with his hands behind his back. The many formations that had been prepared around him were appearing and disappearing one after another. The three of them stood in three directions. This was the ultimate peak of martial arts in the whole world. The sword maniac put one hand behind his back and stretched out his right hand.

"Everyone, come!"

The sound of the piano changed dramatically, and the old man soared into the sky. Ordinary masters could not even participate in this battle. The Taoist innates, the Living Buddhas of the Central Plains, the giants of the Mohist School, Gongyang Suwang, and even the legends of martial arts all leaped into the sky to fight.

The sky seemed to dim, the sea of ​​clouds rose and changed, long whistles and clanging swords, spears burst out with vitality, and Li Guanyi's piano music was stirring and murderous, and it did not stop, but the many aftermaths were all soothed by the music.

Li Guanyi kept playing the qin.

The sword rang incessantly.

Tu Shengyuan, the guest of Tianxia Diyi Lou, was nearly killed by the momentum of the shattering, but he managed to avoid it with his agile body. At this moment, he stared outside with wide eyes, watching the grandmaster, not to mention the martial artists in the farther distance.

Above the sky, legends clashed and the palace master drew his sword.

On the avenue, Qilin played the piano while the Grandmaster watched.

The sword energy is strong above the nine heavens!
Tu Shengyuan, a guest official at the No. 1 Lounge, trembled as he murmured, "To be able to witness this kind of fight will be enough to pass down my name for eight hundred years. I have done well, not badly, hahahaha."

Tu Shengyuan is the chief guest of Tianxia Diyi Lou, and he pursues all kinds of news in the world.

But he also knew that it would take not even eight hundred years.

A hundred years was enough to obliterate the name Tu Shengyuan. The rivers and lakes, the world, were in turmoil, with the old replaced by the new. Where did the old go? They disappeared, of course.

That's why he traveled all over the world, observed many strange and wonderful things, and compiled them in books, hoping that his name and deeds could be recorded longer in this world. But now, Tu Shengyuan is very clear that this battle will last for a thousand years.

Tu Shengyuan was very excited: "It's my turn to record this!"

“Thank goodness I found this good spot where I can see clearly without getting caught up in it.”

“No one noticed me.”

"Ha, if they knew, they would be so jealous of me!"

Just when I was excited, I heard a sigh from behind:
"Thank goodness I found this good spot. I won't be caught up in it and can see clearly. I'm lucky no one has discovered me yet."

"These idiots who only know how to wield swords must be envious of me!"

Um? ? ? ?

Tu Shengyuan, who claimed that he was in the top ten in the world in terms of lightness skills and the best in hiding, was stunned. He turned around and saw a huge black turtle with its head sticking out in front of him. Tu Shengyuan was startled, but when he looked again, he found that it was clearly an old man.

The old man used the black turtle as a shield in front of himself.

Withstood the aftermath of the battle between the grandmaster-level warriors.

I crawled over here by force.

At this moment, he was wiping the cold sweat from his head, stuffing the black tortoise under his butt as a seat, and heaved a sigh of relief with an expression that he was lucky to have escaped. He said to Tu Shengyuan in a familiar manner: "It was really a fierce fight. I almost couldn't get through."

"Luckily my old friend, the tortoise shell is hard and thick, and it feels good to be used as a shield."

Tu Shengyuan: “…………”

The guest of Tianxia No.1 Tower said:

"Would you like to consider removing the word 'old friend'?"

The old Siming said: "This won't do!"

"For such a long time, this old friend of mine is the only one I love most."

"I have been blocked countless cold knives and hidden arrows."

Tu Shengyuan grinned and ignored the old man. He just focused on the battle and murmured, "Marquis Qin Wu personally played the zither to cheer him up and challenged him to a battle. When future generations talk about this legendary battle, they will also remember that it was recorded by me, Tu Shengyuan."

Sima Ming said: "Oh, this nonsense is useless."

The old man relied on this excellent position to look outside. On the avenue, the masters were holding weapons and circling in their Dharma images. Above the sky, the traces of swords and knives almost trampled a hole in the sky.

The young man in the blue Taoist robe played the piano quietly.

He was clearly here to play the zither, but he had that expression on his face. He didn't look like a powerful warlord, nor a hero who could conquer the young elites. His brows were drooped, and he looked like a child who was about to be lonely and abandoned again, with his lips pursed and his face tense.

Siming always felt that he had seen such a scene before.

It was Tuyuhun who sat alone under the Buddhist stupa for a night holding a white bone ritual instrument; it was Emperor Wu of Chen who broke the original reputation of the Red Emperor and crushed the bodies of the royal relatives into bloody mud with his chariot to achieve his own fame.

He was the first Night Emperor who founded the Ghost Market but died at a young age.

The old man quietly watched this scene that was destined to become a legend, just like he had witnessed these events in the past. Above the sky, the sound of the sword broke the formation, and the leader of the formation seemed to have suffered a great loss. Then, the aura of Dao Zong dissipated.

The sixty-four key points in "Huangji Jingshi Shu" are magical, but they were cut off one by one.

Although they were cut off one by one, they were resumed one by one.

In the end, only the gun was domineering and calm. The god of war who put down his heavy armor was more free and calm at this time. Only he could fight the sword maniac one-on-one without being defeated in a short time.

Later on, even the aura of the six palace masters of the academy was suppressed!

The sea of ​​clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder exploded.

"Then where is the thunder?"

Old Siming shook the wine pot and said softly:

"Those are clearly fragments of the sword and the spear colliding and spreading apart."

Tu Shengyuan was so shocked that he was speechless.

The old Siming said: "The strength that a martial artist can display alone is one level, and the strength that he can display when he is full of fighting spirit is another level. And if both sides are full of fighting spirit and fight each other fiercely, they can naturally reach a level that they cannot reach under normal circumstances."

"That's it for now."

The aura and fighting spirit of the martial arts legend had been pushed to the extreme, and at this time, the vitality of the old man in green began to weaken. Li Guanyi pressed the strings of the zither, and the sound of the zither was a little noisy. He took a deep breath and said: "Red Dragon!!!"

The young man's voice was accompanied by the sound of the piano, followed by bursts of dragon roars. The young man's sleeves fluttered, and beside him, the Chixiao sword suddenly left the scabbard and rushed straight into the sky like a line of fire. Then, the whole sky dimmed.

No, it didn't dim, but rolled over and pressed down towards the earth!
The clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.

Siming stood up suddenly, staring at the sky.

The Chixiao Sword flew into the sky, and the sword's sound rose. When it reached its limit, it turned into a series of low dragon roars. This dragon roar was different from the Dharma Dragon Roar. It was louder, more powerful and real, and carried an indescribable majesty and sacredness.

The arc of light caused by the collision of the warriors' swords exploded in the sky like thunder, and a ball of red and golden light appeared. The light and shadow was extremely magnificent and vast. When it slowly swam over, even if you looked up from the ground, you could see golden-red scales.

Chilong.

So it is not just this world, this is the place where the Red Emperor ruled for 800 years, where luck gathers. And at this time, the appearance of the Red Dragon has become a legend for the people of Zhongzhou, it is a miracle!

Ji Zichang climbed to the highest point and looked at the legend of his ancestors in disbelief.

Jiang Wanxiang looked at the sky and said, "Red Emperor, the divine beast..."

The cup in Chen Dingye's hand broke.

The clouds slowly descended from the sky.

The more it fell, the more it collapsed, and from the gaps between the dragon scales, it fell like a waterfall. The huge and vast red dragon swam slowly with a sacred majesty. The people looked up and saw this legendary dragon.

"It's Red Dragon!"

"It's the Dragon Lord!"

An eight-hundred-year-old legend reappears.

No one knew who started it, but hundreds of thousands of people in the city were kneeling on the ground, worshiping the dragon in the sky, with longing and fanatical anticipation on their faces. Sima Ming stared at the ancient Zhulong Zun who appeared here.

“…Primeval Candle Dragon Venerable, his immortal dragon essence has returned and reached its peak.”

"Appearing here, Chixiao Sword, did Li Guanyi make a wish to let Him protect Murong Longtu's life?"

All the legends dispersed, and the dragon displayed its divine power. Then the king came down the stairs, the people knelt down, the clouds rolled, and the red-gold light emanated in all directions. Only that man in green robes came from the sky with a fierce look.

Murong Longtu glanced at Li Guanyi.

There was gentleness and calmness in his eyes, and his lips were opening and closing.

Just said two words.

"Feel sorry."

Li Guanyi's piano music became chaotic.

I am very happy to have this journey with you. Sometimes I wonder whether I should put down the sword, fulfill your wish, and grow old together. But that is what you want, but not what I want.

You, Qiu Shui, you are all very good, and to me, you are also very important in this journey of life.

But it is crucial, but it is not where my life is.

All my life, I have devoted my life to the path of swordsmanship!

The sound of swords suddenly rose up.

The red dragon soars into the sky, and the green shirt is fiery.

When all beings kneel and the king bows his head, the heaven and earth are vast, it is time for the legend to be performed.

The white-haired old swordsman.

With just one kick, he stepped on the red dragon's head! This dragon was forced to kneel down from the heavens and step into the human world. The old man's sleeves fluttered, shocking the people of the world. His sword energy was overwhelming, and he laughed loudly:
"Now that you're here!"

“Why not have a fight!!!”

(End of this chapter)