Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

In this torrent where spiritual light and evil spirits collided fiercely and countless figures fought hard, there were two figures. Although they were not as sharp and fearless as Ji Yanli and Wei Xun, nor as powerful and dazzling as Qin Xiao and Yan Zhaoming, they had a calm and steady demeanor like a magic needle that stabilized the sea. Wherever they went, the battle situation often became clear, as if they had opened up two pure lands in the turbid waves.

One of them was bright and clear, and its gentleness contained an awe-inspiring righteousness that could not be desecrated. It was none other than Lu Wensheng, the leader of the righteous path.

The other one was icy and cold, with an unyielding determination and sharpness in its chill. It was Liu Jiqian, a leader of the Wenxian Sect.

Although the two did not speak, they seemed to be in sync with each other. Almost at the same time, they turned into two stunning streaks of light and rushed into the core of the most chaotic and brutal battle from different directions.

Lu Wensheng's figure was erratic, like flowing wind and returning snow. He was not in a hurry to fight at the front line, but stood at the key node of the battle formation, his figure was erratic, and he stepped on the mysterious Gang.

Facing the surging demonic tide, his expression remained calm, and his brown eyes were filled with the calmness and compassion that came from seeing through the battle situation.

He put his fingers together like swords, with pure spiritual energy flowing around him. It seemed that he was wielding it lightly, but he was always able to just cut off the most intense impact point of the evil energy, or resolve the crisis of his fellow disciples with exquisite magic.

"Qiang——!"

A clear sword sound, like the cry of a young phoenix or the shattering of jade at Kunshan, suddenly rang out and temporarily drowned out the noise on the battlefield.

There was a long sword in Lu Wensheng's hand.

The sword has a slender body and a restrained luster. It is not the kind of magical weapon that shines brightly as soon as it is unsheathed and makes people dare not look at it directly. Instead, it has a texture as warm and smooth as jade. It is his sword - Fu Guang.

It is not some magical weapon that has been passed down through the ages and is famous throughout the world, but a "Fuguang Sword" that has been with him since the day he entered the Tao.

When this sword was first forged, it was just a good product made of high-quality materials and with a restrained edge. Compared with many famous swords from ancient times, it can be called "simple".

However, the sword is spiritual and has long been immersed in the pure, peaceful, yet indestructible righteousness of its master. It is nourished by his Tao and has a telepathic connection with him. They have gone through battles of all sizes together, fighting demons and defending the Tao. It has already undergone a complete transformation without any sound or notice.

As the saying goes, a good sword lies in its master, not the sword itself. If a magic sword follows an incompetent master, no matter how famous it is, it will disappear and become covered in dust. However, if an ordinary sword follows a powerful master, it will be nurtured by his blood, sweat and tears day and night, and go through hardships with him. Even if it is not a magic sword, over time, it can also develop extraordinary spirituality and be called a magic sword.

At this moment, the Fu Guang Sword sensed the master's resolute will to plead for the people, to slay evil and eliminate demons, as well as his awe-inspiring righteousness in the face of the monstrous demonic power, and it felt unprecedented excitement and enthusiasm.

The Fuguang Sword emitted a long and clear humming sound, and the sword body was shining. The originally restrained edge was fully displayed. The clear sword light was like the rising sun, warm and bright, and it actually forced the surrounding filthy demonic energy back several feet!

Beneath that restrained brilliance, a faint golden flame seemed to flow, eager to unsheathe and drink demonic blood, to prove its prowess to the world and its enemies, and to bring honor to its proud master! The sword tests the demon owl, and its light shines brightly!

It wants to show the world what the "Sword of the Leader" is, what a weapon spirit is that may not be of the highest origin, but can climb to the top with its master!

Lu Wensheng twisted his wrist slightly, and the lightsaber drew a mysterious arc.

The sword light was not particularly dazzling, but it was as condensed as substance, like a ray of morning light tearing through the dark battlefield.

As the sword stretched out, it carried a natural rhythm of Taoism, seemingly slow but actually fast, accurately hitting the vital points of several monsters that were rushing towards it.

Those monsters, known for their cunning and swiftness, seemed to have collided with the sword tip on their own initiative. Their magic cores shattered instantly and turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated.

Sometimes it is like a spring breeze and a drizzle moistening the earth, the sword light is dense and soft, silently dissolving the erosion of magic power and protecting the fellow disciples around him; sometimes it is like a summer thunder and lightning splitting the sky, the sword force suddenly becomes swift and violent, the Fuguang sword turns into a thunderbolt that tears through the darkness, instantly piercing and purifying the monsters blocking the way.

Wherever the sword flashed, it was not simply killing, but also carried a kind of Taoist rhyme of "sweeping away filth" and "restoring clarity". Wherever it went, the evil spirit dissipated, and although the grass and trees were dead, there was still a hint of vitality hidden, waiting for the return of spring - obviously, under the nourishment, they had been reborn.

The Fuguang Sword shone even brighter, and it rang cheerfully, as if it was seeking credit from its master, and also announcing its presence to the surrounding demonic energy.

On the other side, the battle situation also took on a completely different tone due to the intervention of one man and one sword.

Unlike Lu Wensheng, who is gentle yet contains thunder, Liu Jiqian interprets the word "cold" to the extreme.

Liu Jiqian's figure was as graceful as a lone wild goose, shuttling across the edge of the demonic tide.

As he pointed his sword, a clear sword chant rang out from the scabbard behind him. The Crimson Frost Sword turned into a bright streak of light that spanned the sky. Wherever the sword light passed, the demonic energy melted like ice and snow. Ordinary demons collapsed when they touched it, as if a glacier was breaking apart and a snow tide was surging, carrying with it the coldness and determination to crush everything.

The sword flashed by silently, yet with an extreme sharpness that disregarded everything.

There was no noise, only a kind of cold efficiency. The sword was drawn and the demons fell, as if carrying out a silent harvest.

"Om-!"

A low sword chant, like a sigh from the cold abyss of eternity, suddenly sounded.

A long sword suddenly came out of its sheath in Liu Jiqian's hand.

The sword body is as clear as autumn water, and seems to be carved from ice. A cold halo like moonlight flows all over the body. The patterns on the sword guard are simple and ancient, with faint frost and snow patterns wrapped around it - it is the famous sword that accompanies its inheritance, Jiangshuang.

The Crimson Frost Sword is a divine weapon with a long history. The sword body is like ice in autumn water, and the whole body exudes a chill that has not melted for a thousand years. The ice soul gem inlaid on the sword tip is shining. As soon as it is unsheathed, the surrounding temperature drops suddenly, and the water vapor in the air condenses into tiny ice crystals, fluttering down.

As a famous divine weapon, the Crimson Frost Sword has its own pride.

It felt the high fighting spirit and faint "competitive" intention of the "rising star" Fu Guang Sword not far away. The sword body shook slightly, and the cold light flowed faster, as if a peerless master craftsman was examining a promising work of a younger generation. Although there was no lack of recognition, it was more of a calmness and majesty that belonged to an old and powerful man.

Seeing Fu Guangjian's excitement like a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger, the sword spirit remained silent, but was also aroused to win.

On this battlefield, where countless demons are lurking, it will let the world see once again what true immortality is, what the majesty of a divine sword that has withstood the test of time remains undiminished! How could it allow a "rising star" to take all the credit?

There is another subtle thought lingering in this extraordinary spiritual sword: the boy holding the Fuguang sword in front of him is the one to whom the master's heart is attached and to whom he has entrusted his life.

Rounding it off, wouldn't this Fuguang Sword also be considered Jiangshuang's... "own sword"? Since it's its sword, it must display a powerful strength that can match, or even conquer, it!

It is now the Niu Kulu Crimson Frost Sword!

As soon as he thought of this, the sound of the Crimson Frost Sword became clearer and higher-pitched, like the cry of a phoenix in the sky. The icy sword energy spread out in a fan shape, and wherever it passed, the ground was instantly covered with thick ice. The movements of the monsters rushing towards him became visibly slower, and frost flowers condensed on their bodies. Some weak monsters were even frozen into ice sculptures, and then shattered into pieces by the escaping sword energy.

Liu Jiqian looked at the Jiangshuang sword in his hand, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes. He didn't know why Jiangshuang was as excited as if he had taken a pill. He just thought it was because he could drink the devil's blood.