Shenwu Yutianlei

In reality, Shen Yun's body moved slightly, as if being pulled by an invisible force. He danced gracefully in the storm of sword energy with a set of mysterious steps, his clothes fluttering like the wings of a green butterfly, and each step was precisely stepped on the gaps between the intersecting sword energy. The Jinghong Sword seemed to have a spirit, dancing around him on its own, sometimes turning into a lightning-fast spirit snake spitting out its tongue, and sometimes turning into a lightning-fast hawk catching a rabbit. The sword's momentum was in perfect harmony with the various sword intentions raging in the air.

At first, the violent sword energy was still colliding fiercely with the green light of the Jinghong Sword, making a harsh sound of metal clashing. But as Shen Yun's understanding of the sword's meaning deepened, they were gradually tamed, like a wanderer who had found his home, and began to slowly rotate around him. At first, there were only a few sporadic ones, and then more and more, and finally they gathered into a visible green cyclone like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, protecting Shen Yun in the center, and the sword sounds in the cyclone were endless, clear and exciting.

"Zheng——" A clear sword sound suddenly resounded through the sky, as if it could cleanse all the dust in the world. Fine blood beads began to seep out of the pores around Shen Yun's body. These blood beads did not drip, but gradually condensed into a thin layer of blood-colored sword energy under the baptism of the sword energy around him, as if he was wearing a blood-colored battle armor, crushing the sword energy that was still resisting. His breath rose like a rocket, and the spiritual power in his body was like a river bursting its banks, roaring and rushing in the meridians, impacting his limbs and bones. The cyclone in his dantian became more and more condensed, and faintly took the shape of a golden elixir. His cultivation broke through in this violent fluctuation!

"Break!" Shen Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and two solid golden sword lights shot out from his eyes, piercing through the diffuse sword energy. The Jinghong Sword seemed to be summoned, and suddenly broke free from his control, turning into a stream of green light and rushing straight into the sky, merging with the thousands of sword energies in the air. In an instant, the shadow of a giant sword that spanned the sky and the earth appeared, with patterns of the sun, moon and stars flowing on the sword, exuding a majestic momentum that looked down on the world. At the same time, the broken sword on the top of the peak, which had been silent for a long time, trembled violently, making an unwilling humming sound, and finally completely broke free from the shackles of the mountain, turning into a stream of red light, falling straight down with a sharp whistle that tore through the air!

The two swords collided in the air with a loud bang, but there was no earth-shattering noise as expected. Instead, it was like close friends meeting after a long separation. The broken sword stuck to the body of the Jinghong sword obediently. Green liquid containing tremendous vitality slowly seeped out from those hideous cracks, and slowly flowed along the sword's spine, starting to repair the broken sword's wounds by itself.

Shen Yun's eyes swept through every detail of Broken Sword Peak, and his mind suddenly became clear. He finally understood that Broken Sword Peak was not a naturally formed dangerous place. The huge gully on the west side of the mountain that runs through the north and south has a smooth edge like a mirror. It is the trajectory of the sword intent slashed out by an ancient sword cultivator with the "Open Heaven Style". The black iron crystals condensed on the edge of the gully are the chaotic essence that overflowed when the sword energy tore through the space, and it still exudes a faint Taoist charm; the dense honeycomb-like sword holes on the east side are of varying depths and arranged in an orderly manner. In fact, they are the marks left by several sword cultivators who simultaneously performed the "Ten Thousand Bees Piercing the Heart". Those cracks in the rocks that are still slowly oozing black blood are still imprisoned with the remnant souls and obsessions of countless losers, and occasionally they whimper unwillingly.

Shen Yun stretched out his hand with trembling hands, and stroked a sword mark shaped like a crescent moon. As soon as his fingertips touched the cold depression, a hot and gentle sword intent suddenly burst out and poured into his sea of consciousness. In the memory, a female swordsman in a green shirt used a soft sword to transform thousands of moon shadows. Each piece of moonlight sword blade was engraved with dense Taoist patterns. She shouted softly, "The moon falls without a trace." The bare-chested strong man opposite him was strong enough to carry a mountain. The huge waves of energy created by the heavy sword hit the moon blade, but it was like a drop in the ocean. It instantly turned into fireflies all over the sky and dissipated. He was forced to retreat again and again by this seemingly weak sword intent, with a look of shock on his face.

What frightened him even more was the bloodstains that had seeped deep into the rock. When he activated the Divine Mind Sutra, trying to explore the secret, a drop of dark purple blood that had long dried up suddenly turned into a dot of light and rose into the air, reappearing in front of him a tragic scene: a gray-robed swordsman was pierced through the body by dozens of sharp sword energies, bleeding profusely, but still gritted his teeth and persisted, using his broken body to drive his natal sword to self-destruct. At the last moment before the ancient sword that was about to collapse exploded, it used all its strength to carve the last sword mark, and the sword mark still echoed his roar of unyielding will before his death: "The way of the sword never stops!"

"Every sword mark is a lost sword move..." Shen Yun muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with excitement as he swept across the mountains and fields of swords. The broken swords stuck in the cracks of the rocks were of various shapes. Some had clear star trajectory diagrams engraved on their spines, some had water and fire flowing on their blades, and there was a faint tendency of fusion. What's more, there were lifelike dragon patterns on the hilts, as if they would break through the wall at any time - this was not a mountain, but a three-dimensional sword manual carved by the ancient sword cultivators with their lifelong cultivation and hard work! And those blood stains that had long been dried were the immortal sword obsessions written by countless sword cultivators with their lives and beliefs on this Broken Sword Peak.

Shen Yun was blessed with a sudden inspiration. He bit his tongue without hesitation and spurted out a blood mist containing his own blood essence and spiritual power, which enveloped the two ancient swords that were fusing. As if guided, the blood mist rushed to the two swords, making a sizzling sound, as if some mysterious smelting was taking place. After a moment, the two swords finally merged perfectly, and a new ancient sword appeared in front of him. The sword was as green and bright as jade, as if it was carved from a thousand-year-old cold jade. The sword body was covered with star patterns and a faint starlight flowed. On the sword tip, the two words "Qingming" were simple and vigorous, shining brightly, exuding an ancient and majestic atmosphere. A majestic and vast sword intent flowed into the sea of consciousness along the hilt of the sword. The moment Shen Yun held the hilt of the sword, it seemed as if the entire starry sky was moving in the sea of consciousness. He truly felt as if he was holding the entire galaxy.

"So that's it..." Shen Yun stared at the Qingming Sword in his hand, took a long breath, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. He finally understood it completely. This Broken Sword Peak is not a dangerous place at all, but a trial place specially left by the ancient sword cultivators in order to pass on their own sword essence. Only those who can understand the true meaning of every sword mark on the mountain can awaken this "Qingming Sword" that has been sleeping for a thousand years.

Just as he was immersed in the joy of obtaining the magic sword, the fused Qingming Sword suddenly trembled slightly, and a stream of information flooded into his mind like a revelation: the Qingming Sword has nine fragments scattered all over the world. After they are gathered together, not only can it be restored to its peak state, but also the "Qingming Nine Tribulations Sword Art" that made the ancient sword immortal famous can be reproduced. And the information about the location of the next fragment pointed to the direction where the Lin family was heading - Jueling Valley!

Shen Yun clenched the Qingming Sword in his hand, and the warm touch of the hilt filled him with strength. The mountain wind blew up his hair, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit and expectation. He no longer hesitated, turned around and rushed towards the direction of Jueling Valley. His figure turned into a stream of green light, and his clothes were raised in the twilight, like an eagle ready to take off and fight in the sky, to pursue new challenges and inheritance.