I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 336: Battle of Sword Immortals
Apocalypse City, outside the Imperial Palace.

Under a tea shed.

A middle-aged man in a gray shirt sat there, drinking tea slowly.

The waiter in the tea shop had already left, and he was the only one left there, boiling water, making tea, and drinking tea. There was no one within dozens of feet around him, and all the shops were closed. There was only layer after layer of imperial guards and tiger guards surrounding the place like an iron barrel, but no one dared to step forward.

Only a middle-aged Confucian scholar broke through the layers of encirclement and walked in. The imperial guards and the Tiger Guards also tried to stop him, but as soon as they drew their swords, the swords broke into two pieces.

"I have no ill intentions, please let me go."

The middle-aged scholar said this calmly, walked through their encirclement, and sat down next to the man in gray.

"Brother Qingyang." The middle-aged scholar bowed his head slightly and greeted him.

"Mr. Xie." Luo Qingyang greeted politely and poured a cup of tea for Xie Xuan.

Confucian swordsman, Xie Xuan.

The solitary swordsman, Luo Qingyang.

Two of the five greatest sword masters of the past sat side by side outside the palace gate of Apocalypse City.

For a while, no one spoke, just drank tea slowly.

"Are you in a trance?"

Luo Qingyang hummed and poured Xie Xuan a cup of tea.

"Congratulations. In the past, everyone in the world asked you for advice on swordsmanship. Now that you have entered the state of spiritual travel, it is not impossible for you to ask the world for advice on swordsmanship." Xie Xuan smiled and said, "But I am curious, who are you going to ask for advice on swordsmanship?"

Luo Qingyang turned around and smiled faintly: "I think you are good."

Xie Xuan waved his hands repeatedly: "I can't do it, I can't do it. Although I have a sword in my hand, I am a scholar. You see my book, no, my sword is called Wan Juan Shu."

"Reading thousands of books is like traveling thousands of miles. I have always admired Mr. Xie."

Xie Xuan smiled and said, "I won't say any more polite words. Brother Qingyang, did you come here just to ask about the sword?"

"Asking about the two swords is a wish. I will wait here for seven days, waiting for the swordsmen from all over the world to come and ask about my swords. As for after seven days." Luo Qingyang paused, turned his head and looked in the direction of the palace: "I want to take someone away."

Xie Xuan put away his smile and sighed, "It's hard to take the person you want to take away."

"Chu Zhao and the others won't take action."

"There is more than just Brother Chu in Beili." Xie Xuan said, and suddenly turned his head to look at the long street, and said with a smile: "The person you want to ask about the sword is here."

A man and a woman came hand in hand, they were Zhao Yuzhen and Li Hanyi.

"We are not here to ask about the sword." Zhao Yuzhen smiled and bowed to Luo Qingyang, very politely: "Brother Luo, long time no see."

"Brother Zhao, Sword Immortal Xueyue, please take a seat." Luo Qingyang stood up and gestured for them to come, then asked, "Why are you two here?"

Since he didn't come here to ask about the sword, then there must be something else.

"To be honest, my husband and I came here for the Heavenly Dao Pill in Brother Luo's hand."

Luo Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and without any hesitation, he took out a small porcelain bottle.

Firstly, he was now in a trance and had no need for the Heavenly Dao Pill.

Besides, his ability to enter a trance was a favor to Wangchengshan, and he should be grateful.

"Thank you very much. I will repay you for the gift of the elixir today someday." Li Hanyi expressed his gratitude by clasping his fists.

Zhao Yuzhen nodded and said with a smile, "We two will not disturb Brother Luo anymore."

"Since you are here, why not try the sword before leaving?" Luo Qingyang picked up the Jiuge Sword, and it seemed that he was not going to give Zhao Yuzhen a chance to refuse.

When he entered Apocalypse this time, there were two people he most wanted to ask about the sword.

One is Chu Zhao, who wants to see how big the gap is between himself and the best in the world.

The other one is Zhao Yuzhen. In the battle in Linjiang City, he was defeated by Zhao Yuzhen’s sword. Now he is in a trance and naturally wants to get back at them.

However, just as Luo Qingyang was about to draw his sword, a long sword filled with murderous intent came from the city gate towards the palace gate.

Luo Qingyang raised his eyebrows slightly, and the Jiuge Sword in his hand suddenly came out. With a wave of his hand, the incomparably long sword flew out, cutting a hole in the encirclement of the imperial guards, and hit the equally incomparably long sword, easily knocking the long sword back. The long sword continued to move forward, and after passing through half of the Apocalypse City, it turned back and fell steadily into the scabbard.

Xie Xuan seemed to be thinking: "That knife just now... seems to be the flying knife technique of the Nanjue Zhao family, but wasn't the Zhao family wiped out by the Nanjue royal family?"

"Flying knife technique?" Luo Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and said uncertainly: "It seems to be a monk."

At the same time, the weather was at the city gate.

Ye Anshi looked at Wu Chen, whose mouth was bleeding, and asked with concern: "Brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay, he didn't mean to kill me. The Wandering Sword Immortal is indeed not someone I can mess with." Wu Chen smiled bitterly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "Junior brother, Luo Qingyang is very strong, you have to be careful."

At the Yong'an Palace, Xiao Se, Lei Wujie and others were preparing to enter the palace when they suddenly felt a sword and a knife. Lei Wujie was surprised and asked, "The sword just now was from the Lone Sword Immortal, right? Who was the one who stabbed me?"

“That sword strike just now was probably as powerful as that of a sword immortal.” Sikong Qianluo murmured.

"I'm still a step away from becoming a Sword Immortal." Xiao Se said lazily, "It's really lively right now. Even people from Nan Jue are here."

"How do you know it's Nanjue's people?"

"If they are from Beili, how could Bai Xiaotang not know about it?" Xiao Se smiled faintly: "Let's go and watch the fun. Now that someone has started a fight, I'm afraid the others will not be able to hold back."

Of course, it wasn't just Xiao Se and the others who noticed the sword and the knife.

As the sword and knife flew across the long street, they brushed past the bodies of the two young men.

The two young men seemed to want to reach out to block the sword and the knife, but were stopped by an older swordsman.

The two young men were Wushuang and Chu Xinghe. Ever since they had a fight at the city gate that day, they had often played together. They had originally wanted to ask Luo Qingyang for swordsmanship, but they had not expected to be beaten to it by someone else.

As for the person who stopped them, it was Yue Kang, who came out of the general's mansion and asked Wushuang and Chu Xinghe to go to the gate of the palace to watch the excitement.

Wushuang exclaimed: "That sword strike just now was truly peerless."

"Indeed, this sword intent... is very strong." Chu Xinghe stretched out his hand to feel the remaining lonely sword intent, and sighed: "The sword strike just now was not bad, but it is still a little bit worse than Luo Qingyang's sword."

Wushuang nodded in agreement: "Well, he is still a step away from being a sword immortal, but I feel that his swordsmanship is somewhat similar to my swordsmanship."

"Nan Jue's flying knife skills and your Wushuang City's sword-wielding skills are indeed somewhat similar." Yue Kang said with a smile.

"Flying Knife Technique?" Chu Xinghe turned to look at Yue Kang: "Is it Wuchen?"

"Yes, it was him. He caused me a lot of trouble during the Southern Finals." Yue Kang smiled and said, "Okay, let's go to the palace to watch the fun. They are all there."

In the tea shop.

Zhao Yuzhen and Li Hanyi have already left.

Although I didn't fight with Luo Qingyang, I made an appointment to fight him at another time.

As the two of them left, Xie Xuan also prepared to say goodbye. He drank the tea in the cup and said, "Brother Qingyang, I will take my leave first." "The couple went to Tianxia Diyilou for something. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"I would like to sit for a while, but I'm afraid someone can't wait. I also think he mistakenly thinks I'm here to snatch his opponent. He has a bad temper and high martial arts skills, so I have to hide." Xie Xuan stood up with a smile, and saw Yan Zhantian holding the Pojun Sword standing there.

"Brother Zhantian, I haven't seen you for a long time." Luo Qingyang poured another cup of tea and placed it on the side: "Have a cup of tea first."

With a "bang", the teacup shattered.

Xie Xuan dodged with a wry smile: "I was right."

Yan Zhantian ignored him, looked at Luo Qingyang and said in a deep voice: "My sword is here, you can ask."

Ever since Bai Xiao Tang published the Hundred Weapons Ranking, listing the five greatest sword masters in the world, no one has ever seen their duel in public.

When they were young, Li Hanyi and Zhao Yuzhen fell in love with each other through a sword.

When Xie Xuan was young, he once had a sword fight with Li Hanyi, but there was no clear winner.

When they were young, Luo Qingyang and Yan Zhantian fought against each other three times.

But at that time, they were just young men who had just entered the martial arts world and had not yet become famous. These duels were ignored in the martial arts world at that time. It was only later that they became legendary stories that people repeatedly mentioned in teahouses.

Now it has become a duel between sword immortals of the highest rank. I missed the battle in Linjiang City last time, so how could I miss it now?
Therefore, the news of the upcoming duel between Yan Zhantian and Luo Qingyang was quickly spread by the swordsmen hiding nearby.

As a result, many spectators soon came to the room in the building where only the Imperial Guards and the Huben Guards were hiding, and the Imperial Guards and the Huben Guards were instructed to allow them to enter.

Of course, it’s useless if they don’t allow it, because the people who come are not simple.

The Marquis of Jinyi Lanyue, who is the emperor's younger brother.

The newly appointed Crown Prince Xiao Chong and his page boy.

Xiao Yu from the Red Prince's Mansion and his servants Long Xie and Yan Sen.

Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo and Xu Lingxuan from the Yong'an Palace.

Mu Chunfeng from the Qingzhou Mu family and his master, the young genius doctor Hua Jin.

The guests at the Imperial Observatory include the Confucian sage Chen Ru, the Confucian swordsman Xie Xuan, the eldest disciple of Wangcheng Mountain Li Fansong, the future head monk Feixuan, and Chu Zhao's last disciple Zi Tong.

The guests at the General’s Mansion included members of the Chu royal family, Dark River masters, Western Chu Confucian scholars, and General Ye Xiaoying himself.

Even the incense supervisor, who had not appeared in public for a long time and did not like such occasions, showed up for the first time.

Perhaps in his heart, he still regarded himself as a swordsman, and was fascinated by the confrontation between sword immortals.

There are also those people in the martial arts world who are hiding in Tianqi City and have never really shown their faces.

For example: Luo Jia from Xijue Sword, Chen Ze from Jiansha Sect, Zhuang Luotian from Jiujian Villa, etc. Almost all the masters from the entire Tianqi City arrived here within an incense stick of time after the news came out.

Wushuang, Chu Xinghe and Yue Kang hid among these people and seemed somewhat inconspicuous.

"Wushuang, have you ever seen Yan Zhantian's sword?" Chu Xinghe asked.

"I have seen him. Before Yan Zhantian and Xiao Chong came to Wushuang City, he had a fight with my master. He chopped my master's sword away with one sword. But my master's martial arts are not that good, so it's normal that he chopped it away." Even in front of outsiders, Wushuang didn't give Song Yan face at all. Finally, he said seriously: "I remember his momentum. It's hard to find an opponent in the world."

Yue Kang nodded: "I have also seen Yan Zhantian's sword. If we only talk about the sword's momentum, Yan Zhantian can probably be called the best in the world. Anyway, I have never seen anyone stronger than him, not even my father."

Chu Xinghe glanced at Yan Zhantian and said with a smile: "Momentum alone is not enough. If Dad wants to kill him, he doesn't even need to draw his sword."

Wushuang nodded: "Indeed, Senior Chu is really strong."

Above the teahouse.

Lei Wujie's heart sword kept vibrating. Xiao Se knocked on the table impatiently: "Lei Wujie, can't you make it quieter?"

Lei Wujie smiled bitterly: "It's not like I did it on purpose. Two sword immortals are fighting there, and this sword with the purest sword heart in the world can't help but be excited."

"Then let it get excited when it's its turn to fight." Xiao Se pressed impatiently, and the heart sword immediately became quiet.

"You know, it's been an incense stick since we rushed here and another incense stick of time drinking tea here, why haven't they started fighting yet? Are they waiting for people to gather?" Lei Wujie said sullenly.

"You think the sword immortal fights the same way as you guys fight. You strike with your sword and I dodge. Then I turn around and strike with my sword, and you dodge. Then I turn my horse and stab again..."

Xiao Se was just talking when Lei Wujie suddenly interrupted him, "I leaped up, raised my hand and raised my sword, the sword opened the gate of heaven, and I saw thousands of sword immortals in the sky coming out of the gate of heaven, holding up the sword of heaven and stabbing down on my head!"

Sikong Qianluo laughed: "Lei Wujie, do you think you are my master?"

"Come to think of it, when I was in the Western Regions, in that temple, I actually saw Uncle Chu open the gate of heaven with one sword." Lei Wujie said with a fascinated look on his face.

"Huh?" Sikong Qianluo looked puzzled: "Why haven't I seen it before?"

"You all seemed to have fainted at the time. Only Wushuang and I saw that scene."

Xiao Se stared at him: "Why didn't you mention it before?"

“It was only a few days ago when I entered the realm of Sword Immortal that I recalled it.” Lei Wujie scratched his head and then complained, “Speaking of which, this Apocalypse City is really boring. Look how interesting it was when we were wandering around the world.

First, he met Ming Hou, who was on the killer list, and then he had a feud with the young master of the Demon Sect. After that, he fought a big battle in the Dark River. Then he went to Lei Family Fort to exchange ideas with the Tang Sect, and then he went out to sea to see an immortal. With a wave of his hand, a thousand layers of huge waves appeared.

What happens after arriving at Apocalypse City? Either some masked killers, or an army of hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people. It's all about numbers. Isn't that interesting?

Not interesting!
It's a rare opportunity for two sword masters to fight here, we are so excited."

Xiao Se knocked on the table: "Don't add the word 'we' casually, it's just you."

Next to them sat a few people who were guests at the Imperial Observatory. They couldn't help laughing when they heard the bickering between the two.

Li Fansong smiled and said, "It is indeed exciting to watch the sword immortals fight. Brother Lei's words really speak from his heart, which is very refreshing."

Mu Chunfeng yawned: "I'm not really interested in swords. I came to Tianqi to worship the divine doctor, and I feel that this trip is worthwhile. However, the battle between sword immortals is indeed interesting. It's just... why don't they fight yet?"

Everyone had been chatting for a long time, but the two sword masters below were still standing opposite each other.

Yan Zhantian placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and bent his body slightly, as if he could explode at any time.

Luo Qingyang's fingers gently touched the hilt of the sword, and his expression was as indifferent as usual.

"Yan Zhantian only has three true Rage Sword Styles: Rage Sword Draw, Rage Sword Slash, and Rage Sword Return." Xie Xuan drank his tea leisurely and said calmly, "Although he would not easily use the Rage Sword Style against unnecessary opponents and could kill them with a few swings of the sword, he is now facing Luo Qingyang and can only use these three sword styles. Since he can only use three swords, of course he has to build up enough momentum."

"Have you built up enough momentum?" Mu Chunfeng was puzzled.

The others present nodded slightly, even Hua Jin understood clearly. Although she didn't practice martial arts much, she had heard a lot of these principles when she was in Yuelu City.

Xie Xuan explained: "Every swordsman who is worthy of being called a sword immortal has his own sword momentum. You can get a rough idea of ​​it from the names on the martial arts list. My sword momentum is the Confucian spirit, Luo Qingyang's is the desolate feeling, Zhao Yuzhen's is the Tao, Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi's is the mountains and rivers, the meaning of nature, and Yan Zhantian's is anger. They are all unique sword momentums for each person. The stronger the sword momentum, the stronger the sword."

After that, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Here it comes!"

Everyone only felt a gust of wind suddenly sweeping past, and the teacups on the table swayed slightly.

Then, they saw a flash of silver light.

Yan Zhantian has already drawn out the Pojun Sword.

Draw the sword in anger!
(End of this chapter)